“I’m not talking about my cock this time.” Not exactly. “She’s stuck between her controlling father and her crazy uncle, who seems to be after Roya if last night’s attack is anything to go by.”
“And you’ll use her against them both.” Yas laughed. She always loved a good calculating plan. “And use her however you want too.”
Konstantin peered at me shrewdly. “I think you’re in too deep for that.”
“After one night?” I cleared a frown from my face. “She’s just a transaction. Go look in on her. I have her shackled to my bed.”
Both sets of eyes lifted in surprise.
“Lina would try to kill me if I did that. Unless it was date night.” Konstantin chuckled.
A year younger than me, he’d been faithfully married to Lina since I brought him on as my underboss and even had a toddler with her. He always seemed happy enough with her, but I didn’t necessarily believe in that concept of wedded bliss.
“Daisy isn’t against getting tied up,” Yas commented, wiggling her eyebrows.
Just then, a feminine growl echoed from my bedroom.
“I believe your prisoner is awake.” Smirking, Konstantin stretched to his feet. “Should I still go check on her?”
Suddenly, the thought of him or any other man getting an eyeful of Roya all gloriously disheveled and deliciously naked set my teeth on edge.
As he started strolling to the bedroom, I vaulted up and stationed myself right in front of him.
“You’re not going in there,” I snarled out in a vicious tone that drew him up short.
“I see,” he murmured, exchanging another telling glance with Yas.
A dense moment of silence thickened before Roya yelled, “Aris, let me out of this contraption or I can’t guarantee I won’t soil your bed!”
Composing myself, I pivoted around. When I got to the doorway, I leaned there to study her. She sat up, surrounded by a sea of white bedding that made her exotic complexion glow. A sheet was tucked up above her tits, but I could just make out the dark smudges of her nipples beneath.
“I’d advise against that. If you soil my bed, you’ll be the one cleaning it up, princess or not.”
“I can hardly be blamed for something I can’t control.” Glaring, she yanked her arm, and the chain clanked.
“Now that sounds like an excellent excuse to use on your father about this whole debacle.” I winked, ambling closer.
While she bristled, I released her hand from the cuff. I took a moment to massage her wrist, feeling her pulse drum furiously beneath my fingertips. Then I skimmed the wadded bodysuit down her arm and away.
“I’ll have this dry cleaned for you,” I said with another amused wink.
“You . . . you—”
“You weren’t complaining last night when you licked my cum from your fingers.”
She hissed, trying to shove me away.
I moved back, allowing her to rise from the bed. She cleverly managed to keep the sheet wrapped around her body, but she almost tripped when she got to her feet.
I steadied her, using the hand that clutched her soiled one-piece.
She hit me with a glassy stare as she pulled free. “Where is the bathroom?”
I pointed to the adjoining door.
Before she could move away, I grasped her wrist and drew her to me. “I need to go finish my conversation with Konstantin and Yas. You behave, and I’ll think about keeping you off the leash for now.”
With a shrill screech that had to be heard in the other room, Roya tugged away and stomped to the bathroom. She slammed the door hard enough to make a painting chime against the wall.
Definitely spirited. Not a meek little princess at all.
I found that I liked her willfulness more and more, probably because I couldn’t wait to be the man who finally tamed her.
Returning to the main area of the penthouse, I discovered Yas and Konstantin pretending not to be eavesdropping.
I considered apologizing to Konstantin for almost biting his head off, but I couldn’t even explain my reaction to myself. He didn’t seem concerned anyway.
The two of them filled me in on their tasks for the day, both acting like me holding a member of the Sheikh’s family hostage was no big deal.
I knew they’d be discreet with the knowledge.
As they moved to the door, Yas shot back, “Hope the princess doesn’t leave claw marks on your pretty GQ face.”
“Don’t you worry,” I drawled out. “If she raises a hand to me, she’ll find herself on her back, shackled to my bed again.”
They departed, their laughter drifting back to me.
I stalked to the bedroom, intent on getting my fill of Roya while I had the chance. From behind the closed door of the bathroom, I heard the shower running.