Page 26 of His Princess

I gritted my teeth and glanced at Quin’s soft face and the way his jaw curved and how the tears caught on his eyelashes. Anger surged deep inside me. “I want him very alive and very awake. Drop him off at the warehouse and message me when he’s there.”

“Want me to hang around for body disposal or will this one stay alive?”

“Hang around.” I smirked and took in Quin with his widening eyes. “There’ll be a body. Also, when you get to the store, there’ll be a pink messenger bag and a package of perfume. It belongs to my wife. Bring them with you.”

“Shit. This guy piss Bethany off?”

“No, she’s gone. Left me,” I said easily, not ashamed of this news. “My new wife is her son, Quin.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end. I could practically hear the cogs turning in Royal’s head. The seconds continued to tick past, and then he made an impressed sound. “Good for you, Boss. Didn’t know you were into guys.”

“I’m not. He’s my wife and he’s more beautiful than any woman.” I shook my head, and Quin gave me a shaky smile. He leaned into me, and I dragged him closer so he was against my chest again. “Do you understand the assignment?”

“Sure do. I’ll have an update for you ASAP. I’ll let you know when I’ve got him and the goods at the warehouse.”

“Great.” I ended the call and threw my phone carefully on the step beside me.

Quin’s grip on me tightened and he buried his face against the groove of my neck, exhaling. “What did you do?” he whispered, voice barely audible, even though everything around us was deadly quiet. “Who are you?”

I cupped his cheek, urging him to move away from me slightly so I could press a kiss to his delectable lips. “I’m your husband, and I’ll always protect you.”

His gaze shot around my face as though searching for something, and when he didn’t find it, he shook his head. “What are you going to do to him?”

“Get an apology,” I murmured simply, but it was so much more than that. “And make sure he can’t hurt anyone’s feelings ever again.”

“How?” Desperation darkened his tone as he begged for answers. He gripped my arm tightly, fingernails digging into my skin, and I craved the sharp bite of pain that came with it. I wanted him to mark me like I yearned to do to his skin.

I kissed him gently, nothing more than a whisper of my lips against his. “You’ll see. Tonight.”

He mewled into the kiss, and I flicked my tongue against his mouth, then up his cheek to chase away the residue of the tears. The saltiness attacked my taste buds, and I savored it while burning the flavor into my memory for a later time. When we were past this, I would make him cry again while he desperately begged me to fuck him until his frustration leaked out from his eyes. The thought made my cock throb.

Later.

“Now, come on, baby girl. We’re not going to let a man like him ruin your day, are we?” I hauled Quin onto my lap, his legs on either side of my thighs, and grasped his ass, kneading the soft flesh between my fingers. His semi rubbed against mine through our pants, but I didn’t acknowledge it. Not yet. “You’re going to go downstairs and make me a late lunch. How about a sandwich, hmm?”

He tilted his head and a small smile curved his lips. He drew his hands along my arms with a touch of appreciation before he forced himself to his feet and down the stairs. I watched his ass in those tight jeans, swaying in all the right ways that had my cock past the point of semihard.

Waiting was half the battle with Quin.

It was a few minutes past eight at night when I got the call. Quin and I were lounging around the house, going about our day like we did before Bethany had left. He’d gone to study in his room after feeding me, and I’d gone to my den to complete some work for Derek.

By the time the phone rang and Royal’s voice reached my ear, my fingers twitched for revenge and I was hungry for blood.

“Got him in the warehouse, Boss.” Royal sounded proud of himself, but amusement was mixed in as well. “He wasn’t as easy as you’d expect. Bastard fought.”

“Hmm. Did he scratch you?” I stood immediately and stalked out of the den, heading straight for Quin’s room. My legs couldn’t move faster if I tried, since I was already nearly running, and by the time I got to his room, my chest heaved in deep breaths of excitement. The door was wide open because it still wasn’t fixed yet, and I froze at what I saw.

Quin stood all but naked in front of the mirror, a pair of Bethany’s pretty pink lace panties encasing his delicious ass. Had they been in the wash when she’d blown out of town? His cock nestled into the lace, and while the material seemed to be stretching too tightly around his length, to the point that it didn’t look entirely comfortable, he didn’t seem to mind. He’d been facing to the right, smoothing his hands over his ass, when I’d barged inside, and the moment I came through his door like I had a fire lit under my ass, he jumped and spun toward me, eyes wide.

The origins of the panties were a mystery, but I didn’t give a fuck about it, either, because he looked good enough to devour. Now I was caught between the urge to go kill a man or fall to my knees and eat him out until he was putty in my hands.

“What are you doing in here?” he shouted, reaching for his shirt on the bed and tugging it over his head, as though that would save him and wipe my memory of what I’d just seen. Not even Satan himself could blast this image out of my mind. I wanted it burned into my retinas for the rest of my life.

I pointed at him. “Leave them on. Fuck. I’ll deal with them later. Get your pants on, too. We need to go.”

I had to physically drag my feet out of the room so I didn’t eat up the distance between us and throw him onto his bed to do dirty things to him in those panties. We didn’t have time for that, not right now.

“Boss?” Royal’s voice echoed from the phone, and I cursed. I’d completely forgotten that I still had the phone to my ear and he was on the other end. “Whatever’s happening sounds fun.”

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