Page 36 of Princess For All

“Go,” Darius and Petre said together.

Sundar was gone before I could even think to respond. Yeah, we didn’t need to hurt anyone else to help me.

“Do you want me to go too or to punish me by watching another man please you?” Darius whispered, his voice conflicted.

I wasn’t sure the answer, but Petre chuckled, tangling his fingers in my hair.

He smiled down at me. “Your dark side is coming out, darling. You want to punish him even as I feel that burden easing in you. Let him see. Let him see how I please you and take care of you. Let him see what he’s done to himself and knows to never risk again if you give him thegiftof trying to fix your marriage.”

I did want that. I did want to punish Darius for all the pain he’d caused me. I wanted him to see that I was worth loving and being good to.

I nodded and sucked Petre harder, giving him my best for giving me what I’d needed.

“I know this is what you needed. You also need to punish me like I deserve,” he said gently as he gathered up my hair and got a bit rougher with me. “You need the fun and the darkness sometimes too. You want the play and the thrills. You want to be naughty when you spend so much time being so good and saving so many. I see you. I see you, Inez.”

And then he came down my throat.

The moment he finished, we had to move again, and Darius caught up to find me being completely plowed by Petre and loving every second of it. I met his gaze and didn’t hide how much I did need what Petre gave me and even that I enjoyed that it pained Darius.

Because he’d done this to us. He’d hurt us. I’d tried so hard and so many times to fix what was wrong and reach out to him. More times than he deserved, and the only reason I was even giving him anything now was because Aether had made him suffer to help me.

A thrill went through me that confused me when I saw Darius was hard. It excited me.

And nothing about him had excited me in a long time.

“Give me your wrist?” I asked but sort of demanded as my fangs came out.

Shock flashed in his eyes, but he didn’t hesitate, moving instantly to my side and extending his arm to me.

“You’re beyond his blood setting you on fire,” Petre warned as I went to take a bite. “You’re too strong now and have learned too much. You could block that now from even too strong of blood. It shouldn’t be as confusing for you.”

I nodded but took it as a good sign that I did want to have Darius’s blood at all. It made sense in my head.

It was good but not like it had been and I wasgladfor that. Not everything had to be crazy all of the fucking time for every fucking thing. It was nice to choose when I wanted wild or to turn the heat up on things.

It was what I needed, and I thanked Darius when I was done, kissing his wrist after I closed up the bite. I focused back on Petre and let him do everything to my body… Until we had to move again. We did twice more before we were over it and went back to the castle. I wasn’t really dressed but covered up enough and slowed down so security saw it was us.

Right as we had just started on my bed, Kristof arrived.

“Stop,” I told Petre, punishing him a bit.

He blinked at me and then pulled out of me when I told him to. He adjusted his neck when he realized what was going on but did as I said.

I rolled out of bed and walked over to Kristof who was eyeing me over with hunger but also curiosity since he clearly walked into something. “My husband has been working hard all day and always is priority. Just as I am to him, right, my love?” I smirked at him as I dropped to my knees. “Are you in the mood for my attention?”

“Always,” he chuckled darkly. “It’s exactly what can make my day better.”

“I love you too.” I opened his pants and gave him a slow, lazy blow job, moaning at the taste of him and touching myself when he told me to. I swallowed everything he gave me and then accepted the kiss he offered before going back to Petre. “I’m yours again.”

Darkness was in his eyes in a way I’d never seen before. The room seemed colder almost. In a move faster than I could keep up with, he tossed me onto the bed and mounted me, fucking me to the point it almost truly hurt. He went too deep several times and said things in Greek under his breath as he fisted my hair and sucked on my earlobe.

He didn’t just grunt when he finished inside of me but almost growled and snarled as he yelled like it hurt so good. Petre pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide as his chest heaved with exertion. He fisted my breast and eyed me over, one thing in his eyes and it made me shiver.

Possession.

“I think that’s enough for tonight, Petre,” Kristof said coldly. “Get off of her.”

Petre ignored him and moved his other hand to my throat. “You have to be careful with the games you play sometimes, my darling.”

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