Page 31 of His Beloved Princess
"Pete took care of it," I said, touching his chest and tilting my head. I gave him a seductive smile, using my charm to get him off the topic. And thankfully, it worked.
"Do you want something, Miss Hernandez?" he asked, his voice deep and husky, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine.
"I'm tired." I sighed, playing with his dark blue tie, which matched the color of my dress. "Can we go home?"
"Of course, princess." He took my hand and put it on his elbow, leading me out. I believed he had forgotten about Peter's little fight with Rose, yet I couldn't be more wrong. When we were outside, and the bodyguard appeared out of nowhere next to us, opening the door for me, I overheard Bastian's words to the head of his security team.
"You'll pick up Miss Adelaine at work tomorrow and bring her to my office in Thorn Enterprises," he commanded in a tone that didn't accept any objections, and the bodyguard quickly nodded. "I'll expect her to be there at ten."
"She will argue with me," the security guy pointed out with a sly smirk. "She hates to be summoned."
"I don't care about her feelings," Bastian growled, his voice soaked with anger. "And I'm sure you know how to handle her."
"Yes, boss," theman replied, bowing his head. The other bodyguard slammed the door behind me just in time, so Bastian didn't notice that I heard his conversation.
My jaw clenched, and my stomach twisted with uneasiness. Rose had been provoking my man with her behavior and comments since we met for the first time, but it wasn't anything harmful. Yet this time, she was in trouble. I knew it. The murderous glint in Bastian's eyes and his tense body told me that if she were in front of him, he would've shown her where she belonged.
He wasn't stupid. He quickly put two and two together and deduced what she could have possibly told Peter that he threatened her. He took her mocking as an attack on his family, and he was ready to teach her some respect. I just hoped that he wouldn't let his anger control him and wouldn't make her his enemy. She was unbearable when they were friends. I didn't want to think about what she would do if he sent her to hell.
"You're quiet, baby girl. Everything okay?" Bastian asked, interrupting my musing about the situation with his ex, and I turned to look at him. He suppressed his anger, and his face showed no unwanted emotions. I wouldn't have noticed anything suspicious if I didn't hear him talking to his men.
"What are you going to do with Rose?" I whispered, letting him know I had unintentionally overheard his conversation. One secret between us was enough; I didn't need to hide something like this from him. And at the end of the day, I would be the one who would be bothered about him getting into the fight with that goose.
He raised his eyebrows at me, and a small smile appeared on his lips when he motioned for me to move closer. When I did, he lifted me, sitting me on his lap.
"Rose is doing it on purpose," he uttered after a few moments of silence, stroking my back gently. His other hand was placed on my thigh, moving up to my hip. "She wants my attention, so I'll give it to her."
"But..." I frowned. Many scenarios popped up in my mind at once. He put his index finger on my lips, silencingme.
"I'm going to strongly remind her of our agreement," he said. I calmed instantly when his words reached my ears, and his eyes pierced my soul. Instead of panicking, I gently bit his finger, playfully licking it.
"And if, in the future, she plans to insult my family again, which includes you as well," he muttered, watching me as I sucked on his digit, teasing him with my tongue and teeth, trying to disturb the flow of his thoughts, "I'll kick her ass from my company, and I'll cut all ties with her," he finished in a low voice, pulling his finger out of my mouth. He grabbed the back of my neck, holding me in place while he rested his forehead against mine, grazing my lower lip with his thumb.
"I promised you I wouldn't let anyone hurt you, princess," he whispered, almost kissing me. "And I intend to keep that promise."
"Do you want me to thank you for it, sir?" I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes. He smirked, placing his hand back on my thigh and moving it up under my dress and between my legs.
"Are you ready to perform in front of an audience?" he countered, and his smile widened when I gave him a confused glance. But I quickly understood when he nodded in the direction of two bodyguards sitting with us in the car. They both had stern, emotionless faces staring at the road, yet I surely didn't want to ride my boss with them keeping us company.
"Not really," I muttered, biting my lower lip. I felt strange about the idea, but he didn't mind that someone would watch us during our playtime. Still, it was weirdly arousing to muse about being fucked while someone was watching.
"Then, we must be patient," Bastian whispered against my cheek while he was grazing my clit through the fabric of my panties with his finger. I dug my nails into his shoulders, suppressing a moan when he pushed harder against my sensitive place. He attacked my neck with his lips, nibbling my skin while I was pressing my thighs together and wriggling in his lap.
"Sit still, princess, or I'll make you scream," he warned, and I stiffened. We were a few blocks away from our apartment. I had to hold myself together.
But it was easier said than done. Bastian surely knew how to get me into a state where I didn't mind if someone was with us. He was teasing my pussy whilekissing and licking me, but when I wanted to return the favor, he instantly stopped me.
By the time we got out of the car in the parking lot under the building, I had difficulty standing on my wobbly legs. I desperately needed a release and shuddered when I remembered Bastian's words before my speech. I just hoped that he didn't want to use the flogger again. Our intense morning session was imprinted not only in my memory but on my bottom as well.
"I have to take care of something," Bastian rumbled when we entered the spacious living room. He fished the phone from his pocket, glaring at the screen before tossing it on the couch and turning to me. "Take off that pretty dress and wait for me in the bedroom," he ordered, stroking my naked forearms with his palms. "We'll shower together, and then you'll tell me if you're ready to pay your debt tonight or want to transfer it to another day."
"Debt?" I echoed, excitement filling my body only because of that choice of words.
"Yes, princess." He slightly nodded, smiling softly at me. "Your mouth has written some checks your body has to pay for."
"Tonight," I breathed eagerly, beaming at him. I didn't care that it was late and that early in the morning, I had a scheduled meeting in the gym. I was ready to pay for anything with everything.
"Perfect," he muttered, leaning closer and pecking my lips gently. "Give me five minutes."
