Page 27 of His Princess

I rolled my eyes. He didn’t ask what Quin had on, and if he had, I wouldn’t have been responsible for my actions. Quin was mine to think about. Only mine. “I asked if he scratched you.” I sent Quin a final look before I left the room and leaned on the hallway wall. I clenched my eyes closed and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying and failing to calm myself.

“Yeah, but don’t worry about it,” Royal drawled, amusement laced in his deep tone. “I’ll handle the cleanup of the body after you’re done.”

There were muffled cries in the background of his call, and I smirked, pleasure snaking around in my stomach. I was going to rip Allard’s head off and shove it up his ass.

“Good. We’ll be there soon. Don’t warm him up for us. My wife deserves to see everything.” I ended the call as Quin stepped out of his room, his cheeks flushed a deep rose.

He cleared his throat. “I, uh....” The blush spread down his neck and into the collar of his shirt.

I shook my head and straightened, my cock throbbing a satisfying beat in my pants. That was for later. I slid my fingers into his, and he immediately gripped my hand. “Let’s go get your gift, Princess.”

I didn’t give him another chance to talk about the panties because once we were done with Allard, I was going to destroy him in them. Rip them from his body like they were made of paper, then make him scream for me while I drove my cock into his tight little pussy.

I guided him down the stairs and out the door that led into the attached garage where my black Hummer sat, grabbing the set of keys from the hook hanging on the wall on the way out. Bethany had always hated my vehicle and had called it a monstrosity, but despite our somewhat tenuous relationship, Quin had told me more than once that he loved it.

“It fits you,”he’d said when he’d first moved into my house.“Big, buff, and masculine.”

At the time, I’d merely grunted at him in answer, enjoying the pride that tickled through my insides, and now that I looked back on it, I’d been mean. I’d seen the way his shoulders had slumped at my response to him, and I hadn’t cared. Now... I did.

I unlocked the Hummer and opened his door, tugging him gently toward me. Before he could get inside, I dragged him into a hard kiss, eliciting an eager whimper from him when I tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth. “Those panties are hot on you, Wife.”

He shuddered against me and shot his gaze away, the blush deepening again. “Thank you.”

I slapped him on the ass, earning a hissed moan, before he raised himself up on the step to get into the Hummer. Laughing, I closed the door and headed around to my side. Once I was in my seat, I hit the ignition, listening to the delightful purr of the engine as I clicked the garage button to raise the doors and dumped the keys into the center console.

“Where are we going?” Quin murmured, running his hands over his thighs. Nervousness spilled from him in waves of tension, and I drank in every emotion he was giving off because by the time we were done tonight, he was going to know the real me. A wife should know everything about his husband, and I was going to make sure Quin became accustomed to the other side he’d never met yet, especially with this man who’d hurt his feelings.

“You’ll see.”

The warehouse Derek owned was way out in the middle of nowhere, on the outskirts of New Gothenburg. About five acres of land housed his tiny illegal fighting ring, while another parcel that was twice as large had the brick building we used for times like this. Derek held the property through one of his shell companies, so if it was ever discovered, it couldn’t be linked back to either of us. Hopefully. I suspected the cops might know something about our operations, but they didn’t care enough to find a reason to get a warrant. From what I’d heard, the commissioner was up to no good, so why would he make a fuss for anyone else?

By the time we got to the warehouse, excitement crawled across my skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. My fingers itched and a smile was impossible to keep from my mouth. The dirt road that led to the building was bumpy and mostly unused, but it signaled I was close to meeting the man who’d hurt my wife and making him pay for it.

When I finally came to a stop in front of the gray brick warehouse, I couldn’t hold back my laugh. I turned to Quin and took in his apprehension as I grasped the back of his neck and hauled him toward me so I could drag him into a rough kiss. Our teeth clacked, and he moaned so beautifully into my mouth, begging for more through small whimpers.

“Come on, Princess.” With a final nip to his bottom lip, I opened my door, grabbed the keys, and jumped out. Pleasure simmered hot inside me as I met Quin around the front of the Hummer. I took his hand again, fingers gliding between his and holding tight as I dragged him toward the heavy steel door.

When we got to the entrance, I knocked twice, and after a moment, the door slid open. Royal’s roguish face appeared with a wide grin and curious eyes. His gaze immediately went to Quin and his mouth curved higher.

Royal wasn’t a bad-looking guy, I supposed, though I wasn’t one to comment on it because I wasn’t interested in men. With short dark hair, a stubbled chin, and midnight eyes, he had a classic appearance that seemed to attract attention. When Royal wasn’t working with us, he was either in the gym or with his man.

“Well, hello,” he singsonged in his deep voice. “I’m Royal.”

I pointed at him and tugged Quin closer to my side. “Watch it.”

Royal laughed and held up his palms before gesturing inside. “Your gift for your wife awaits, Boss.”

I grinned and wrapped my arm around Quin’s small waist. He fit against me like a puzzle piece, perfectly slotted under my armpit. Together, we walked inside, and Royal closed the heavy door behind us. The moment we entered, Quin sucked in a breath, and I grinned like a fucking maniac.

There, sitting in the middle of the warehouse, naked except for his tighty-whities, was Allard. He slumped on the wooden chair his ass was on, his wrists tied behind his back with ropes that also weaved around his ankles, keeping him in place. A brown burlap sack hid his head.

The sight was perfect.

I pressed a lustful kiss to Quin’s temple. “When we’re done with him, he’ll be begging for your forgiveness. And then, I’ll slit his throat, just for you, Princess.”

Quin gasped.

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