Page 6 of His Beloved Princess
I almost barked some unsuitable words at her, but yet again, Bastian took over the situation.
"Language, Rosalind," he stated coldly, forcing a shiver to run down my spine. I loved his dominating side.
"Forgive me, sir," she said sweetly, but a wicked grin formed on her lips. The vicious glint in her eyes made me stay alert. "Won't it be a shame to spoil such an innocent lamb?" She winked at me, grazing her tongue along her lower lip in a lascivious gesture. "We both know your tastes are very specific."
"Get out of here, Rose," Bastian growled, his body stiffening. He was in protective mode. He wanted to shield me from her, but it wasn't necessary. She had already made me feel uneasy.
Two seemingly harmless remarks destroyed my confidence because one thing was for sure. I really didn't know what kind of needs and tastes Bastian had. Our entire relationship was about me starting to discover the whole BDSM thing. But if he craved more than I was giving him or needed something else, I didn't know about it. Perhaps he desired more pain, more obedience, more sex, but he didn't ask for it because he agreed with her.
"As you wish. I'll let you enjoy the evening with your new plaything." She raised her glass and winked at me before mingling with the crowd.
"Are you okay?" Bastian asked, placing his finger under my chin and raising my head.
"She's even more unpleasant than I remember," I whispered, wrinkling my nose in disgust. The evening had barely started, and I already wanted to return home, cuddle with him, and forget about this disaster.
A few hours. I could survive a few more hours.
4
A Break
Electra
For approximately two hours, I didn't have a chance to catch my breath. I was grateful to Bastian for making me eat when we arrived because I wouldn't have had an opportunity after everyone in the room wanted to talk to him. I was introduced to so many people that I didn't have a clue who was who. Names and faces mixed in a huge mass, and my head spun from all the new information. I needed a break.
However, it wasn't an option. Bastian made himself perfectly clear about it when I wanted to visit the balcony. He wouldn't let me go alone, not even to the bathroom. His security guys escorted me everywhere like shadows. His overprotectiveness almost suffocated me, and I didn't understand why he was acting like this.
Rose was on the other side of the room, watching us from a distance but playing by the rules for now. She was the embodiment of elegance and class. She would never make a scene in front of all those people because she knew better than anyone how reputation was essential to Bastian. Attacking me meant disgracing him, which wasn't an option, for which I was extremely thankful. I was too tired to fight with her.
"Princess?"
A pleasurable shiver ran down my spine when Bastian's profound voice reached my ears. I didn't notice when a senator and his wife left us because I was preoccupied watching the pianist and violinist enter the stage.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, smiling at him. Finally, he didn't wear his typical stoic mask and winked at me. The mischievous glint returned to his eyes, making me weak at my knees. He was up to something.
"Shall we dance?" he asked, taking my hand and waiting for my permission.
My smile widened, and I muttered, "Yes, sir," under my breath. I’d lost hope for some fun when I realized this party was a monstrous business meeting. Yet again, Bastian made my heart flutter with happiness because he found a moment to enjoy with me alone.
He led me into the center of the room, placing his palm on my back and pulling me closer to him. With my hand on his shoulder, I took a position and put my palm into his.
In the beginning, inner turmoil caused by the eyes of the guests on us led my steps, and my legs shook like under a newborn foal. Bastian was left-handed, and everything with him was from the opposite side for me. But after a few moments and deep breaths, I put my faith in him, and instantly, everything was much easier.
Slow music tingled in my ears while I was lost in his eyes. The world around us didn't exist. All I was aware of was him, with a soft smile on his perfect lips and the love emitting from him. That moment was perfect.
"I'm sorry, princess," he said quietly, and I frowned, waking up from my daydreaming. "I know it's boring, but I can't tell them to fuck off." He grimaced, making me giggle when imagining their reaction if he told them that.
"Everything is fine," I breathed, goose bumps appearing on my arms from his heated gaze. He was the only man in the world who had this effect on me. One look from him and my knees turned to jello, and my pussy was dripping with need.
I moved my hand slowly from his shoulder to the back of his neck, gently scratching him with my long nails. He leaned closer and brushed his nose against mine, forcing a broad smile to stretch across my face.
"Come with me," he commanded suddenly, taking me by my hand and leaving the dancefloor. We started at the center, but during the dance, he moved us to the edge, and he quickly maneuvered us from the hall, exciting me. This little adventure was exactly what I needed.
However, I wasn't prepared for what he planned for us. He pushed me into the bathroom on the ground floor, slamming the door behind him and giving me his signature evil grin. I shuddered, knowing very well what he wanted to do. This was the time he chose to take me.
The compact room had only two sleek sinks, a counter, and two stalls with toilets. It was simple yet elegant.
I slowly backed away from him, thinking about a place to hide. I wanted to do it for fun, to tease him a little, but he was blocking the way out, and both doors were closed.
