Possessing the Princess

I provided a safety net to begin with, just one point of contact—me—that had grown by leaps and bounds.

I’d need bigger premises soon. Word had spread rapidly from the upper echelons of society to those less financially fortunate. One thing was for certain; the abuse of women wasn’t limited to just one social strata.

Women had begun to call in, not for help in some instances, but to volunteer.

Donations came to me from all over, not just Dubai but internationally.

Today, Aris had insisted I take some time off thus the brunch with friends although I thought he really would like to have me all to himself. As conversation carried on around us, he’d lean over to whisper something incredibly filthy in my ear every so often.

He enjoyed making me blush almost as much as he loved keeping me on the simmering edge of arousal.

Reprieve from his scandalous attention only came when our meals arrived. I wasted no time ravenously tucking in. My ever-growing appetite came as a surprise to Aris, one he very much approved of on account of what he called my thick ass.

Sometimes I’d just glance back at him to find him staring with a voraciousness of his own at my rear end. Those times, Ienjoyed the smoldering intensity of his gaze, knowing he’d follow up with hot caresses, long kisses, the body-melting penetration of his thick cock.

I blushed again at my own thoughts, thankfully pulled from the naughty ideas when Lina called my attention.

“I wanted to talk to you about volunteering a couple of days a week,” she mentioned.

“That would be fantastic. With so much happening so quickly, I’m getting a little bit out of my depths.”

Aris nodded in agreement too. “I think it’s a good idea. Roya here works way too hard.”

I scoffed lightly. “If you had your way, you’d keep me—”

“Chained to the bed, da,” he finished to guffaws around the table.

My modesty mostly intact.

When the plates were cleared away, I saw Yasmin gazing at me with a shrewd look in her eyes.

After observing me for a few more moments, her lips quirked at the corners. “I think Roya has a secret.”

My eyes flared wide before narrowing. “The only secret I’m harboring is that I can’t believe I was ever fooled into thinking you and Aris were lovers.”

“Yeah, that was a good one.” Yasmin laughed heartily, and I hoped I’d put her off my scent.

Daisy wrinkled her cute nose. “Is there something I need to be jealous about?”

Konstantin glanced at the two women. “We know Yas is the man in your relationship and, with Aris, two tops don’t make a right.”

Daisy smirked widely. “You’d be surprised who the top is with us . . .”

I had never seen foul-mouthed, forthright, sometimes viciously unedited Yasmin blush before. But she did then.

Interesting.

Aris chuckled at his friend’s discomfiture.

Zain, currently unattached, also looked intrigued.

Not long later, Aris settled the check. He ushered me up from the table and we bid everyone goodbye.

As he drove back to the hotel, I settled in to stare at him. The crisp angle of his jaw and the full swell of his bottom lip still entranced me as did the dark gold sprinkling of his stubble, the tanned cords of his throat.

His lips twitched as an eyebrow lifted. “If you keep looking at me like that you know what we’ll be doing as soon as we get back to the apartment.”

My temperature rose at the sensual threat in his silky tone. “And who says that isn’t exactly what I want to happen?”

However, he didn’t attack me the moment we entered the penthouse.

Instead he poured some vodka and peered at me. “Are you still on that sparkling water kick?”

Sauntering to him, I smoothed a hand down the firm musculature of his back beneath the blue shirt he wore. “Why? Do you think you need to get me drunk in order to seduce me all of a sudden?”

He chuckled, rubbing the pad of his thumb across my lower lip. The chuckle turned into a growl when I nipped at his finger.

After filling a glass with fizzy water and lime wedges for me, he tugged my hand. “Come. Let’s sit outside for a bit.”

“You aren’t getting exhibitionist on me, are you?”

“You know I don’t want anyone seeing what belongs to me and only me.”

There was that deliciously possessive undertone.

He settled us down on one of the long, wide loungers shaded by a large umbrella on the balcony. He draped his arm over my shoulders, and I nestled in against his solid chest.

That first night he’d forced me to stay with him—when he’d chained me to his bed and introduced me to the most masterful pleasure—I certainly never thought we’d end up here. Lazing away an afternoon with the effervescent anticipation of torrid sex climbing with each passing moment.

“Is it true? You have a secret?” he asked, drawing circles on my bare shoulder with his fingers, raising chills on my flesh.

My heart fluttered almost as if it had wings.

“It’s no secret that I’m in love with you,” I answered coyly.

“Hmm.”

In the next moment, Aris polished off his vodka, removed the glass from my hand, and lifted me to straddle his lap. A very convenient position for him, with my dress hiking up my thighs and my panties hardly any barrier against the bold heat and hard thick bulge of his cock in his pants.