The Prince's Pet

A small moan fell off her lips. Her head thrown back against the wall, she clutched at my biceps hard enough I was sure there would be bruises tomorrow. I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted her marks all over me. Since she already consumed my thoughts, why not wear the evidence of her on my body?

My mind roared at me to claim her, shove inside her and fuck until we were both exhausted and desperate for more. I was sure of one thing: having Pet once wouldn’t be enough. The idea of losing myself in her every day sent a rush of unfamiliar waves of pleasure through my body.

“I want to sink inside you right here, right now,” I whispered, trailing my nose down the long line of her neck. Her hips arched, my cock making contact with the hot seam of her pussy through our clothing and making my mind hazy with crazed lust. I nipped at the soft flesh of her neck. “I want to leave my marks on you.”

“I've never done this before,” she finally responded, her lips covering mine in quick kisses, “teach me what you like.”

“I like you.” My hands danced across her body, skimming the swell of her beautiful curves. “I like you addicted to my touch.”

I kneaded the flesh of her breast beneath the shirt as I ran my cotton-covered cock between her thighs. “I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re like a drug, Pet.”

My cock was desperate to find itself between her thighs. Images of her naked swirled in my head, and I knew I’d have to leave if I had any hope of reining myself in.

“My precious Pet,” I sank my nose into her hair, inhaling deep breaths as I tried to control myself. “I want you so badly it hurts, but not yet.” I dotted kisses along her hairline. “Not yet.”

She bit down on her bottom lip, and I knew then it would happen.

“I’ll be waiting, Pet. When you’re ready for us, I’ll be waiting.” I trailed my thumb across the bow of her top lip, watching as her eyes fell closed and her cheeks burned crimson. Before she could respond, I turned back to the weight bench and threw another ten-pound weight on the bar.

I had a lifetime's worth of sexual aggression to work out of my system. Having Pet in my life left me drunk on her, my cock begging for just a taste, my heart hooked on forever.

Six

Pet

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“What the fuck?” Larz shot from his chair at the dining room table where he'd been pouring over printouts about his dad's case late one night.

“Was that gun shots?” I squeaked, tucking myself further into his couch.

His eyes landed on me, intense and angry. “I'm about to find out.”

Larz pulled a handgun from a drawer next to the door, loading it with a single bullet and then peeking through the window curtain. His jaw hardened before he threw the door of his cottage open.

Late night air, moonlight, and silence rushed in.

I watched his body track out of the door and leave me alone. Tremors of fear raked through me as I waited. He was back a moment later, setting the gun back in the table drawer where he'd gotten it and coming to me. He gathered me in his arms and held tightly.

“False alarm. Just some kids with firecrackers.”

“Really?”

“You expected worse?” His thick voice soothed my raw nerves.

I frowned, remembering the text message I'd gotten just yesterday from my father.

Come home. Or else, Petra.

“Maybe.”

I fished my phone from my back pocket. I'd been afraid to fully open up to him about the details of my life, but then, it seemed like he held secrets close to the vest too. Life did that to people like us, I supposed. Maybe Larz had landed in my life because we were meant to find each other. A spark of hope lit in me then. Larz, my protector.

“It might be my father.” I held the screen to Larz, the messages my father had sent in just the last few days pulled up for him to see.

“Pet...” Larz's voice was throaty and ravaged, his eyes on my screen. He scrolled back on the messages. “Pet, this is threatening stuff. This is all from your dad?”

“And one of his associates. My mom sent me to live with my aunt here because he was talking of arranging my marriage to one of his business friends' sons. They're evil and criminal and have hurt so many people, I would rather die than marry into the life they stand for.”

“Ah, Jesus.” Larz handed the phone back to me. “I'll have a friend track this number and see if he can locate it in real-time. At least we'll know if he's in the country.”

“He's not, he can't be. He's on a list with Interpol, if he tries to cross a border he'll be detained. That's why mom thought I would be safe here, he doesn't know anyone in Denmark.”