Page 26 of His Beloved Princess
"Don't tell him about us, please," he whispered, and my brows shot up. The last thing I wanted to do was tell Bastian about me and his brother having sex, but hiding it was worse. Small, innocent lies were one thing, yet this was huge. Hewould've left me without a second thought if he ever found out from someone else. I couldn't risk that.
"I have to, Pete," I stated, giving him a pointed look. "I don't want to, but I have to."
"He will banish me from the continent," he groaned, shaking his head. "Of all the women in the fucking world, why do you have to be my brother's girlfriend?"
"I can ask the same thing!" I hissed, coming closer to him. "Be glad I don't want to tell him about your friend!"
"Don't pretend you didn't like it," he retorted, glowering at me.
"I did, but it won't change the fact that I found out about him when he stuck his cock in my mouth!"
I took a coffee from the counter, intending to walk past him, but he grabbed my shoulder, halting me in my tracks.
"If you tell him this, I'll lose my daughter," he said quietly. His eyes were pleading with me. I stopped wriggling, and he let go of me, taking a deep breath. "I understand that we don't know each other, Electra, but please let me explain."
"Explain what?" I inquired, squeezing the mug in my hand.
"Without Bastian's help, I won't be a fitting parent for my girl, and her grandparents will take her away from me completely," he clarified, hanging his head low. I felt sorry for him and his daughter, but I wasn't willing to risk my relationship because of it. He was my boyfriend's brother. Even though it was awkward, Bastian had to know what had happened between us.
"You're a Thorn. Every door is open for you. Why do you need Bastian?" I sat on the chair, crossing my legs and raising my eyebrows expectantly at him. He took the hint and stood back towards the threshold, watching the hall and the door into Bastian's office.
In the next ten minutes, Peter told me everything I needed to know and much more. I was gasping when he talked about the Russian mob bosses and how he messed up with them. I was clenching my fists when he confessed that, under the influence of drugs, he invaded his father's home and told his wife that he was his son. Poor Mrs. Thorn ended up in the hospital, and Andreas arranged for him tomeet a doctor, too. And I was shaking my head in disbelief when he said that without his mother, he would probably be dead by now. She begged his father to help him, but he refused because Andreas and Elliot were strongly against Pete. Eventually, she persuaded Bastian to pay his debts, but Peter had to promise he wouldn't ever contact any of his brothers and leave the entire family alone.
He agreed, yet the situation with his daughter forced him to visit his oldest sibling and ask for help again. I understood this. I really did, but I also needed him to understand my point.
"I'm sorry, Pete," I said, looking into his sad eyes. I wanted to help him, but not like this—not when my relationship was at stake. "I can't keep a secret from him. It's not right."
"I know it's selfish of me to ask this of you," he muttered, chewing his bottom lip. He left his place at the threshold and crouched in front of me. "Can you at least give me a few days? I just need to show him I'm not as useless as he thinks."
"Pete," I whined, shaking my head. I should have been strong and refused his suggestion, but I couldn't. He looked so vulnerable and helpless.
"I swear I won't let you or Bastian down," he promised, taking my hand, but I yanked it away.
"I'm sorry about all of this, but I won't lie to the man I love," I stated, standing up to my feet and taking my cold coffee. "Bastian is your brother; he won't cut you off when you need him."
"He is your boyfriend; he won't break up with you because of the sex you had before you even met him," he retorted, straightening to his full height. "I respect your decision, Electra. I just hope he won't smash my face when I meet him next time."
He signed, running his hands over his pale face. “At least, give me a few hours before he kills me. I need to put my things in order." His face twisted into a grimace when he fished his phone out of the inner pocket of his jacket. "I don't want my insurance fraud to be transferred to my daughter."
"You're impossible." I shook my head, suppressing a smile, yet I didn't know if he was joking. He was an absolute stranger to me, and with everything that he'd just told me, I was sure Bastian would burst through the roof after our conversation.
It took me almost two hours to find the courage to enter Bastian's office. My plan wasn't perfect, but it was the best in this situation. I needed him relaxed and in a good mood, and then I would confess. There was no other way out; I had to come clean.
"What are you thinking about?" Bastian asked with his mouth on my shoulder, kissing his way up my jaw. I wrapped my hands around his neck, burring my fingers in his hair, feeling his rock-solid member through the fabric of his pants. My thoughts were running wild, but I had to concentrate. He was extremely observant; he could find out that something was wrong in a millisecond.
"It's our first time in your office." I shot him a seductive smile, moving my palms down his white shirt to his belt.
I was sitting on his lap, trying to get into his pants while he was rolling up my skirt and squeezing my sore butt cheeks. The remnants of the flogger from this morning stung my bottom and my back with every move, and his rough hands on my still-red skin made me squirm.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, pecking my chin, noticing very quickly what his touches were doing to me. His palms moved gently up and down, caressing me. It was impossible to understand how he could change from the aroused beast who would tear off my clothes into a puppy who would cuddle with me the whole night.
"I want," I whispered, leaning closer, talking against his splendid mouth, "to feel you deep inside me."
He didn't answer with words. He crushed his lips on mine, standing up with me, snaked around him, walking us to the couch, not once breaking the kiss. He pinned me to the sofa, opening the buttons on my blouse while he moved to my neck, licking his way down to my chest.
My breathing quickened, and I closed my eyes, enjoying his wandering fingers. He freed my breasts from the bra, cupping them with his hands and paying equalattention to both of them with his mouth. I squeezed his shoulders and scratched his back while he continued his gentle assault on my globes.
For a moment, at least, I forgot about the horrible conversation ahead of me. He was able to wipe the situation with Pete from my mind, and I could only moan his name when he spread my thighs and attacked my wet pussy with his tongue.
