Page 37 of Princess For All

“Petre, I said—” Kristof bit out.

“It’s fine,” I cut in, keeping Petre’s gaze. “Tell me what you wanted to say and then I will decide if you can have me again or are banned from my room.” I swallowed a chuckle when even more darkness filled Petre’s eyes as his nostrils flared.

And I just licked my lips.

He put pressure on my throat as his fangs came out. “You go too far with the buttons you push sometimes. I know you want to make me an addict, but there is something that comes after that—something dangerous that comes with addiction.” He leaned in and slid his tongue into my mouth, running his over mine. “Obsession, young one.”

“Are you scared you’ll become obsessed with me?” I asked as I moved my hand over his on my throat and grabbed his cock with my other one. I stroked him. “I knew there was a monster inside of you too, Petre. I’m learning all of us have one. You guys especially don’t make it to be so old without having one.”

“Is that so?” he asked, squeezing my throat a bit more, just slightly but not anything near really squeezing or remotely leaving marks.

“Yes, and I want him addicted to me too,” I answered, smirking at him. “Be obsessed. Be so obsessed that you and your monster both want to own me.” I nodded when his eyes flashed shock. “You know why? You know why I want that?”

“Because you’ve been hurt too badly,” he worried, a little of the wildness leaving his gaze.

Kristof chuckled darkly. “No, because then she owns you.” He moved onto the bed with us and kissed my hair. “That was what made you love me so much, right, my wife? You realized my monster was yours just as much as I was.”

“Yes,” I hissed as I pumped my hand faster. “Tell him to fuck your wife, Kristof. It felt so good. I want to be fucked so desperately that it hurts.” I licked my lips again. “Drink my blood, lover. Drink from my neck while you fuck me desperately and—” I cried out as he plunged into my body, putting more pressure on my neck as he fucked me.

I couldn’t even catch my breath he moved so fast and rough with me. It was almost a lack of oxygen that made me see stars more than my first orgasm.

“You will get your wish if you’re not careful, Inez,” he warned before biting my neck. I came so hard and long that I passed out.

It was that fucking good.

Yeah, poor me. What a threat he gave.

When could we do that again?

The other reason I loved it? The way I was fawned all over the next morning. Petre babied me to the point I had to kick him out of the bathroom while I did my business and told him that he couldn’t wipe my ass. That was over the line, but the rest of it I fucking loved. I ate it up like the best dessert from every little loving, gentle touch to the soft words and kisses.

“That good, huh?” I chuckled when I was dressed and completely made up, hair dried and pretty even.

“It was everything, my perfect lover,” he murmured in my ear. “But now I have to be your guard and keep you safe.”

“One last kiss then.” I turned in his arms and happily sighed at the soft, loving kiss he gave me that made my toes curl.

Yeah, I could completely get on board with making men obsessed with me and letting their monsters out to get what they needed. If it gave me all of this time like this… Totally worth it.

Much better than the loving “normal” relationships that had shattered my heart and had almost broken me beyond repair.

“You look beyond words, my wife,” Kristof praised as I came into the dining hall. “I’m glad you had such a fun night.”

“I did, but I’m thirsty,” I purred.

He nodded behind me. “I believe there is a naughty cat waiting for any and all of your needs.”

I turned and could have been pushed over by a feather at what I found.

Namely James.

In pink.

Like… All pink.

His gorgeous hair had bad pink spray dye in it.

He was wearing a flashy pink stripper vest.

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