Page 101 of Filthy Royal

“I get all the fun jobs.” Maddox might have been younger than the prince, but he handled the prisoner easily, grabbing him by his overpriced shirt and yanking him off the ground. In the next heartbeat, Maddox punched the male in the stomach. Then, while the guy wheezed in panic, the kid secured him to the chair.

Just like a Skolov pro.

Embarrassingly, it took Damien longer to subdue his own captive, but that was because there was no rough handling involved. Grip firm but not painful, he made sure to add no additional bruises as he carried Scarlett to his intended destination.

He refused to examine why.

“Let me go.”

He ignored her. “Keep moving. Just like that.” Her perfect ass rubbed against him.

She fought harder. “Screw you.”

“Maybe later. But I doubt it. I’m not a fan of secondhand.”

Pebbles skipped down the wall and hit the ground. More cracks appeared in the already wrecked cages. A sure sign Scarlett’s new abilities were firing up once more. Abilities he found way too fascinating for his own good.

He squeezed her tighter. “Stop that.” He pressed his mouth to her ear. “Or I’ll turn the taming chain to an even higher level and spank that naughty pussy again right here and now.”

“Go to hells.” But the pebbles stopped falling, and no new cracks appeared.

“You first.” Eventually, he wrestled her to the ground. Then cuffed her in the same manacles Maddox had him in earlier.

He and Scarlett were both breathing heavily by the time he stepped back, leaving her on her knees, her red-streaked golden hair a wild tangle around her face as she glared up at him. Her face was also flushed, her ankles free, her body tilted slightly forward, arms spread and cuffed close to the ground while two hard nipples pressed tauntingly against the torn scraps of fabric that had, miraculously, stayed on during their scuffle.

Fuck him.

His gaze traced the shimmer of the chain as it encircled her throat, descended down her belly and the line of her spine, and draped over her lush hips.

He barely managed to lock his knees in place and keep from lunging at her.

She might not be his by contract, and their fated-mate marks might be gone, but that chain ensured she was fucking his to do with as he wanted.

And restrained as she was, worked up as she was… it would be so damned easy to do anything he wanted to her.

Undo his leathers, tangle his fingers in her hair, take that perfect mouth… or slip behind her, flip up that minuscule skirt, grip her hips, finish what he’d started any fucking way he craved.

“Damien?” Uncertainty glittered in her stare. But beneath, he saw defiance.

It only made his dick harder.

He should want her frightened. Want her fucking cowed and telling him what he needed to know.

But he fucking admired her spirit. Always had.

Plus, if she continued to misbehave, he’d be forced to put his hands on her again—however he wanted.

“Why am I here? What is this?” The prince’s shouts pulled Damien from his dark thoughts. “I can pay you whatever you want. Just… just let me go.”

The entitled bullies always broke first. Especially Federation prince bullies.

Dragging his attention from Scarlett, Damien turned to the Alphahole who’d cozied up to Scarlett in that luxury box and then threatened to have her tased when he returned with his guards.

Tied to the chair, straps around his arms, chest, and thighs to keep him secure, the prince no longer looked quite so regal.

Two quick steps forward and Damien’s fist connected with the male’s chin.

The prince’s head snapped to the side. Blood spattered on the dirt, adding to the dark stains already there.

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