Page 12 of Niko's Printsessa

Her eyes pop open. “No, Niko. God, no. You didn’t force yourself on me.”

“Then tell me. Tell me and I’ll fix it.”

“Can I please take a shower and get dressed?”

I want to cuff her to the bed and pull her out of her head, by fucking her senseless, but instead I concede, “Of course.”

She walks towards her bathroom in an angry huff with my marks on her ass. I hear her shower turn on and like a fucking creeper, I watch her through the crack of the door. She’s so damnbeautiful. Her soft curves, that small patch of hair between her long legs. Her hands slide over her breasts and my cock aches for them, for her.

I cross the hall to my own room and shower. The hot water pours over me as I grab my cock and pump it hard and fast, thinking of her sweet, wet pussy. Her face when she came undone. Those angel-like sounds that fell from her plush lips. Her warm mouth sucking my fingers. I imagine her sucking me off and I stroke myself until I’m coming so fast and hard, I’m painting the shower wall with my release.

I lean my head against the tile. I have stayed away from Rebecca Sokolov for how many years and one day under my protection, I break every rule. Technically, I’ve never stayed away. Not from her smile, her glares, or her coconut scent. It’s been forced on me day after day, but I’ve resisted.

I’ve held strong.

Until today.

I need to focus on her safety, not her tight wet pussy, not the way her eyes glaze over right before she comes, and most definitely not the sounds she makes when she’s close.

If I could muster up the strength to reject her on her twenty-first birthday I can survive this. She was so sexy in her flowy white dress that showed off her long, lean legs, and her dark curls cascading down her open back. She stumbled, and as soon as she touched my chest, I grabbed her waist and tugged her towards me. I wanted her, needed her. Her innocent doe eyes widened, and her plush mouth parted as she leaned in, asking to be kissed, begging. I was a breath away from taking ownership of her, but at the last second, I pushed her away, afraid I was being tested.

I really wanted to fail.

I’m not the man for her. I’m too old, too dangerous, and too dark. My cold soul would only dim her bright light, and Becca Sokolov is the brightest light in the dark world we live in. We would never work

When I rejected her, devastation crashed over her face, leaving a crater in my heart. I knew it was cruel but I had to be, she needed to hear the brutal truth.This will never happen, Printsessa. I can never be your prince. We don’t live in some fucking fairytale you read to yourself every night.

Everyone is protective of Becca, even me, and rightfully so. She’s the Sokolov Princess. That night I promised to protect her from all evils, even if that included me.

She eventually got over it, ignoring me and treating me like I deserved- unworthy. She realized she didn’t want me, not really. She was just drunk and I was there. I thought she moved on, but now I’m not so sure. Is she as desperate for me as I am for her? Does she fantasize about us together? Does kind, sweet Becca crave my ruthlessness.

You can’t have the dark without the light.

But I am not her prince. I am not the knight in shining armor she sees in her dreams. The closest I come to her well-deserved nobility is maybe as a rakish Duke in one of her historical romances.

But fuck, if she gave me a chance, I would slay her dragons by day, and by night, I’d savor her delicious naked body tied to my bed. Our bed. I’d protect her and then plunder her pussy, rewarding her with multiple orgasms.

She wants independence and she’s no doubt a strong, sexy badass in every other aspect of her life, but I know what she needs sexually. She needs a man strong enough to possess her.One that won’t let her hide from her desires. A man that will nurture her sexuality, not stifle it.

I change into a pair of gray sweats and walk out of my room half expecting to find her gone, my truck stolen and her already across the state line, but I hear her in the kitchen talking to Dan, my chef. I texted him earlier that Becca will be staying indefinitely and that we weren’t attending our weekly dinner, tomorrow. He’s thrilled to have another mouth to feed, and hopefully someone with a palate worthy of his culinary skills.

When my eyes land on her, I stop short. She’s wearing a pair of distressed jeans and a black tank top. Thankfully, it’s thicker than her previous one. Her dark wet hair hangs loose across her shoulders.

When she notices me her grin turns down. We’re back to hating me. Fine. It’s safer this way, because if she had gifted me her sweet smile, I would’ve stripped her bare right here.

I gruff out, “I’ll be in my office.”

???

I try to focus but all I can think about is her taste, her smell, the way she trembled when I made her come. I’m about to rub one out, I’m so desperate, but I hear a light tap on the door.

“What,” I bark.

She peeks her head in and my cock twitches. The angry smart-ass beauty is gone, replaced with a shy temptress. She’s biting her bottom lip and her uncertainty is unnerving, I can picture her on her knees, those timid eyes staring up at me, waiting for my command. Fuck.

“Can I come in?” her voice unsure.

I fist my hands so I don’t reach down and adjust myself, grinding my teeth.

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