Possessing the Princess

5

ARIS

I’D WOKEN REFRESHED, SPOONED up against my reluctant princess.

Blyad. A man could get used to this. Not that I’d let myself get caught by that snare. But I definitely had designs on Roya’s virginity. The mere thought of being the first man to fuck that sweet pussy made my balls heavy and full.

My corruption of her that had begun last night would culminate when and how I decided.

Her soft black hair tickled across my nose, several silken strands rasping against my stubble. I’d glanced from her peaceful, slumbering face to the uptilt of her tits as she lay on her side. Those mounds were little more than my large handful, the nipples puffy like dark fruit against her caramel-colored complexion. Fucking mouthwatering.

I’d breathed in the scent at the nape of her neck, her perfume but also a light musky layer from my cologne that had transferred to her skin. I liked that idea, that I’d marked Roya in some way.

Following the line of her arm stretched across the pillow, I’d grinned at the sight of the bodysuit still hanging from her in disarray. My cum had splattered all over that top, and she’d made my cock rock solid again when she’d scooped my seed to her mouth.

In sleep she was even softer than she’d been last night, her plump ass pressed against my groin with the chain and handcuff still keeping her attached to my bed.

I’d resisted the urge to grind my usual morning erection into her, rolling away instead.

She murmured softly, a much more amenable bedmate when she was asleep.

After getting up, I’d admired her naked ass for a moment. A few of my faded handprints still showed on her cheeks, cause for a grin.

I’d covered her back up then left her to her slumber. I’d showered, shaved, dressed, and still she slept. But then again, I had used her rather hard last night.

Out in the penthouse, I’d satisfied myself with coffee, deciding to eat breakfast when my beautiful princess finally woke up. I’d just knotted my tie when the door opened and Yas strolled inside accompanied by Konstantin.

The pair had helped themselves to coffee, not bothering to hide their speculative looks aimed at me. So they were well aware I’d kept Roya instead of setting her loose last night.

“How’s your prisoner doing?” Konstantin had held up a finger before I could correct him. “I meant your leverage.”

As my top tier employees and closest cohorts, both knew all about Roya’s scheming suka of a father and how he’d ripped me off.

I’d taken a seat across from them as they shared the sofa. “She’s sleeping it off.”

Conked out. Completely exhausted.

I didn’t elaborate on the it. And Konstantin didn’t ask.

Ithad been me taking complete advantage of her. Using her delectable body more roughly than she deserved but no less than she’d asked for.

There was a huge wellspring of sensuality inside Roya just waiting to drip all over me.

“You know she thinks you and I are together.” I smirked at Yas.

Her eyebrows rose as she snorted, and Konstantin chuckled.

“You and me? I’d rather go on a spa day than let any man stick his dick in me.” She shuddered as if the very idea of doing something leisurely offended her as much as taking cock.

“And I’ll bet you didn’t disabuse Roya of the idea?” Konstantin asked.

“Hell no. She got so jealous she was seething.”

No doubt about it. Roya was one feisty female.

Her wanton reaction to my crude words had gotten me hot. My prissy princess who wasn’t so prissy after all.

Last night, I’d groaned when I wrapped my palm around my cock. Knowing she couldn’t look away, watching her grinding her hips into the air . . . Her inexperience hadn’t even mattered when I’d let her take me in her hand and then her mouth, because she’d all but begged for the honor.

After I’d jetted all over her, I’d had my way with her. She’d been soaked and so receptive to my hands on her body, my mouth all over her. I’d go down on that woman for hours a day, she tasted that delicious. It was unbelievable to me that no one had even eaten out her lush cunt before.

Konstantin cleared his throat, bringing me back to the present. “Why now?”

I shrugged. “Why not?”

Yas leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees. “You could’ve taken her any number of times before, Aris.”

“Because now she’s been caught between a rock and a hard place, not of my doing. Not exactly.” I raised my hands with a mocking grin. “I’m innocent in all this. Even better, I’m her savior.”

“The rock and the hard place?” Konstantin lifted an eyebrow.