Page 8 of His Stolen Princess

“Get off me,” she growls, but it’s breathy and sexy and beyond sinful.

I graze her with my teeth. “Remember this, lioness. The next time you come for me with violence, I will retaliate far more deeply than this.” I nip at her, then pull away and release her.

My own heart pounds, my cock demanding I take what’s mine. And for a moment I consider tossing her to the floor and making her moan my name as I eat her cunt then fuck her raw.

“Don’t touch me.” Her voice quavers as she points a finger at me. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me. And that boy is mine. You will not use him as a pawn in your power play.” With that, she spins and marches out of the kitchen, her dark hair flying behind her as her hips sway with tantalizing ferocity.

Such a woman as her. One with fire in her belly and disaster in her eyes--a woman like her could end a man like me.

“Careful.” Flavia bustles in, pretending she hasn’t been lurking and listening just outside the door. “That one is wild. She bites.”

“So do I.” I stride out and return to my office even though every cell in my body demands I follow her to her room and give her exactly what she needs.

“Sir.” Santino hands me a file. “Everything you requested.”

I sit at my desk and page through the documents, photos, and reports. My little lioness has been quite busy overseas. Smattering of jobs tending bar and waiting tables. College off and on, majoring in criminal justice. I tsk as I keep flipping. One arrest for disorderly conduct during a protest of immigration laws. She was released and never fully charged. I hesitate on her mugshot. That look in her eyes. The challenge. Damn, this woman is too much for most men. Lucky for her, I’m not like most men.

She never graduated, her degree hanging by a thread when she left school altogether. A few jobs here and there in offices as an assistant or similar positions far beneath her. “Laying low, little lioness? Afraid someone was looking for you?”

I close the file and sit back.

Santino knows better than to speak and interrupt my thoughts, so he stands beside the fireplace as the sun streams in through the high, open windows.

“She’s running from something. Maybe from someone. Could be me.” I drum my fingers on my desk. “But I don’t think so. I believe she may have been targeted just like Carter. But she isn’t going to give me that information willingly.” I close my eyes and remember the taste of her skin, the quickness of her breaths, the heat of her body. “I’ll have to coerce it from her.”

“Shall I get the kit?” Santino asks.

“Not with blood, my friend.” I wave him away. “This requires a far more delicate approach.” I’ve already given my law that no one will touch her. But that law applies to me in the sense that I will never harm her. The thought makes my stomach clench. “No one is to bother her, do you understand?” I meet his gaze. “No one. She is mine, and mine alone.”

“Understood.” He gives me a curt nod.

“Ensure everyone understands this is an absolute. Any man who disobeys will suffer the swiftest and gravest of punishments.”

“Yes, sir.” He strides out to spread the word.

I sit back at my desk and think back on Carter’s death, on the cowardly way he was taken from both his sister and his son. There’s a traitor in my ranks. Of this I’m certain. Ferreting out the betrayer was already at the top of my list, but now that Apollonia is in danger, I will have to take a much more brutal approach.

“Firenz,” I call.

He strides in, his stiff demeanor perfectly matched to his stern personality. “Sir?”

“Bring in the soldiers one by one.”

His eyes snap to mine. “Sir?”

“I have some questions.” I stand and go to the cabinet along the back wall. Opening it, I run my fingers along my kit of tools. “And lay plastic on the floor. It was too much work for Flavia to scrub away the blood from the wood last time.”

“Yes, sir.” He leaves.

I prepare to spill blood as a sacrifice to the truth. I will find the rot in my organization, and then I will destroy it.

No one is going to hurt my lioness. Though I may spank her for being a saucy little minx with a wicked tongue and a curvy body. Even so, I suspect she’d enjoy every moment of it, then bring me to my knees.

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