Page 8 of His Beloved Princess
“Our encounter was very intense,” he whispered, stroking my back gently with an open palm. “A night full of cuddles and kisses is the key to beating the mental exhaustion you feel right now.”
A dreamy chuckle escaped my lips. I loved the idea of us in bed, naked, glued to each other. The image in my head was perfect.
“Let’s go, we’re leaving,” Bastian commanded unexpectedly, pulling away from me. My eyes dilated, waking up from a beautiful dream, and I realized we werestill at the party. We couldn’t leave after three hours. He was the main host. It was rude and inappropriate.
“Bastian, wait,” I whispered, tugging on his jacket. He turned towards me with knotted eyebrows, disliking my disobedience, but I had to express my opinion. He planned this event for months. It wouldn’t be ruined because I felt odd.
“I’m okay,” I spoke softly when we stopped at the bar, and he was scanning my face. “You can’t leave; all those people came because of you.”
“I can’t leave?” he repeated sternly, with a predatory glint in his eyes, making me shudder. Blurting out the first thing that appeared in my mind, I definitely got myself into unnecessary trouble.
“Of course, you can,” I said, taking his hand. “You know what I mean. It would be very impolite. Your reputation could be hurt by it.”
“Do you really think I care about them more than I care for you?” he growled, pinning me against the bar with his body, leaving no room for escape. I leaned into my elbows, supporting myself because he was dangerously close. His arm curled around my waist, and his icy eyes transfixed me in place. He was so devilishly handsome and sexy when he asserted his dominance and, at the same time, proved he didn’t care about anyone else but me. I totally forgot about my uneasy state, losing myself in his cold irises.
“Answer the question, Electra,” he ordered sternly, clenching his jaw.
“No, sir,” I breathed, licking my dry lips. To my great pleasure, he leaned closer, brushing his nose against mine, and my insides turned to jello when his seductive voice reached my ears.
“You’re lucky that we’re surrounded by people right now, princess.” His hand moved from my waist up my spine to my neck. He buried it in my hair, grabbing the back of my neck roughly. “Or I would show you how much Icare.” He underlined the last word, and all the hair on my body stood up, and wetness pooled between my legs.
I was so ready for him to take me. I justcouldn’t help myself.
“Too intense, brother.” Andreas’ voice interrupted our moment, and Bastian instantly released my neck. I gulped, realizing that everyone in the room could see us.
“We have a problem which only you can solve.” Andreas turned to his brother, watching me with a sly smirk as I tried to hide my flustered face. “I need you to come with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Bastian stated, ignoring his sibling’s attempts to stop us. He seized my hand, directing us out of the ballroom, but Andreas blocked the way.
“I know she’s important to you.” He glanced at me before he proceeded. “But Leon won’t talk to anyone, only you. Fredy will keep her company until you return.”
“Fredy is here?” Bastian asked with a scowl, and Andreas nodded.
“Yes, I called him. He’ll make sure your girl is fine,” he replied, looking nervous. He demanded Bastian’s assistance, and I could survive half an hour at the bar.
“Babe,” I addressed Bastian softly, and he immediately stopped talking, his brows furrowed. I never called him by any nickname. I had a problem with his given name, yet I felt like this situation needed it. “I’ll be okay. Go with him.” I motioned to Andreas, who gave me a small thankful smile, but Bastian shook his head firmly.
“I won’t leave you here alone,” he grumbled, squeezing my hand. “They will eat you alive.” He shot a deadly glare at the people on the dancefloor, and I almost rolled my eyes. The overwhelming feeling caused by his overprotectiveness again surged through my system.
However, before I could object, our conversation was disturbed by the cheerful voice of a young man who stopped beside me.
“What did I miss?” he asked, grinning at the two men. It was Frederick Thorn, the third of the Thorn brothers, a thirty-year-old economics and stock market expert. He worked for one of Bastian’s companies as his right hand.
His looks were different than his older siblings. His blond hair and brown eyes were an unusual combination, which suited him well. He wasn’t as tall as them,but still about six feet and something. In his black tuxedo, he looked exceptionally handsome, and his boyish smile reminded me of Bastian’s. He was adorable.
“Fredy, meet Miss Electra Hernandez,” Andreas introduced me solemnly, making me giggle like a schoolgirl. “The woman who owns our oldest brother’s stone-cold heart.”
The expression on Bastian’s face was unreadable when he glared at Andreas. Fredy turned to me with a broad smile, taking my hand gently.
“Frederick Thorn. It’s a pleasure finally meeting you, madam.” He softly pecked the back of my hand, and blood rushed to my face, reddening my cheeks.
“Okay, okay,” Bastian grumbled, taking me away from his brother, who was grinning at me mischievously. “Don’t play games with my girl.”
“I’m not doing anything,” Fredy shrugged, winking at me. “I’m simply showing her that there is another better-looking Thorn who is also much more fun.”
I had to suck my lower lip into my mouth, suppressing another laugh because my man would probably burst through the roof if he heard it again. He was territorial, maybe even jealous, and he definitely despised the idea of leaving me with his younger sibling. However, he had no choice because Andreas was impatiently waiting for him.
“If anything happens, call me,” Bastian commanded, staring into my eyes. His tone didn’t accept any objections.
