Stealing His Princess

by Goode, Ella

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sov

  “These clothes are so pretty and so not me.” Mackenzie does another turn in front of the mirror. The silk fabric of the skirt falls across her ass.

  I rub a finger across the bottom of my lip and fantasize about how it will feel to have those round cheeks snug up against my groin as I pound her from behind. Behind me, Parker coughs lightly as a reminder not to get too caught up in my lust. There’s a schedule to keep.

  “Right. This all looks good.” I gesture for the designer to be paid off. “Parker, get the girl. Zero, is the car ready?”

  “Yes. It’s outside.”

  Mackenzie swings around from the mirror, looking slightly disoriented. “The girl? Are we going somewhere?”

  “We are.” I hold out a long camel-colored light wool jacket for her. It’s still spring and can get chilly. “But you are not the girl.”

  Before she can ask who the girl is, Parker appears at the doorway with the seven-year-old. Mackenzie’s brow furrows as she switches back and forth from me to the young person dressed in a pretty frock with her black hair in a bow.

  “This is Nour. Nour, this is my friend Mackenzie.”

  The extremely well-trained Nour dips in a curtsy. “Nice to meet you, Mackenzie.”

  Mackenzie’ s face grows tight, but she smiles and returns the greeting. Parker places a cloak over Nour’s shoulders, and we all move out with Nour at Zero’s heels. The big man fascinates her, probably because her days are filled with girls. Nour is not allowed male companionship. This trip is the exception since I am delivering her, and my retinue is almost entirely male.

  “I didn’t realize you had children,” Mackenzie mutters next to me.

  “I don’t.” And then I realize she must be referring to Nour. “Nour is the granddaughter of a friend of my mother’s. We have been hosting her for several months while her parents were engaged elsewhere. Unfortunately they have not returned in a timely fashion, so Nour is going to live with her grandmother. She lives in Ashford’s old territory. We would not have brought her if he was still alive.”

  Ashford would have taken one look at Nour—or heard of her—and tried to kidnap her. I wonder how many Vieth Orphans have been victims of his.

  “Oh, that’s nice and also terrible. I’m not sorry Ashford’s gone. I wonder where he ran off to though. I guess overseas?”

  “Yes, something like that.” I’m surprised it’s not well known that Ashford was burned in the basement of Aidon’s, but if Karin Vieth has kept this particular jewel shielded from the harsh realities of life, I will do so as well. That is until Mackenzie is all mine. “Probably Nice. Many bad people go to the beaches of Nice to live.”

  “Is that where Mommy and Daddy are?” Nour chirps.

  I lay a hand on the head of the little girl. “No, darling. Your grandmother will tell you more.”

  Nour makes a face. “No, she won’t.”

  “I’m sure all your questions will be answered once we arrive at your grandmama’s.”

  “I bet you’re wrong.”

  “I’ll buy you something of your choice if I am.”

  Nour informs me I owe her an ice cream cone because when the duchess meets us at the door of her townhome with a battery of maids, no explanations are given. They sweep the little girl away without a word. Eleni hands me a heavy envelope, bows, issues a terse thanks, and slams the door in my face.

  Zero’s face grows red. His fist comes up, and it’s hard to say whether he was going to knock or slam the door in.

  “It’s fine, Zero. Now Mackenzie and I have time alone.” I tuck Mackenzie’s hand in my elbow. “Shall we see a show?”

  Mackenzie doesn’t want to leave. “Nour didn’t look happy.” She takes a step toward the door as if she’s going to knock and ask the duchess for the child.

  “It is not for us to interfere,” I say quietly, steering her toward the waiting car.

  “But—"

  Once inside the confines of the armored vehicle, I take Mackenzie’s hands in mine. “Nour’s parents are spies. We lost contact with them about two months ago and so they are presumed to be dead. People are looking for them, but as of yet we have no leads.”

  “Oh my God.” Mackenzie’s eyes are huge with shock.

  “Yes. I don’t know what the duchess will tell her granddaughter, but that’s not a decision for us to make.”

  “At least let’s take her out for ice cream. You owe it to her.”

  I stare into Mackenzie’s pleading eyes and realize what a weapon they are. When she looks at me like this, there is little defense. “Of course.”

  My agreement makes her smile. “Great,” she replies, but she doesn’t look enthused. “I should get back to work.”

  “Do you really do accounting for Karin Vieth?” I hadn’t entirely believed her before.

  “Yes. Why? Do I look too dumb to do accounting?”

  “No. You look very sharp.” My eyes rove over the yellow silk blouse. The button just above her delicious, ripe tits is about to come loose. I lift a finger and flick it open. “Very nice.” I bend forward to place a kiss on the swell of her breasts.

  “Sov,” she yelps and pushes my head away.

  “Mmm?” I kiss her hand. “What is it?”

  “There are other people in this car,” she hisses.

  “Zero? He does not care.”

  “I care. I care!” She huddles into the corner of the seat, clearly uncomfortable.

  “Very well.” Sighing, I lean away. I give her gorgeous melons one last longing gaze before directing my attention to the front where Zero and the driver are actively ignoring me and Mackenzie. After time, she’ll get used to them, I tell myself.

  There are many perks to being part of the Charmont family. As I introduce all of them to Mackenzie, she will think of Zero and others’ presence in my life as of no more importance than an extra pillow on the sofa. I pick up her hand and press the cold digits to my lips. “Everything will turn out perfectly, Mackenzie.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Mackenzie

  “I have to go check in,” I tell him as my fingers dig into his buttoned-up shirt. I’ve already gotten a few texts.

  “You don’t have to do anything,” he says before his mouth covers mine so I can’t respond. I can still taste myself on his lips. The man is addicted to putting his mouth on me. Something I’m more than willing to be an enabler to. I’m starting to think he’s trying to make me need him.

  “I do,” I breathe against his mouth when he lets me come up for air.

  I get the feeling that his own people want to have a word with him as well. I’m not so sure Sov’s staff are fans of mine. In fact, I’m pretty sure they have no idea what to do with me or how to handle me. It makes me believe Sov when he says there has never been a woman in his life before. All of this seems new to the people that work for him and protect him.

  He doesn't try to hide me either. I have a feeling pictures of the two of us today are going to show up at some point online. He is, after all, a prince. Everywhere we went he kept me tucked close to him, his mouth not far from mine.

  Every request Sov makes in regards to me gets a curious look from his man. It makes me feel out of place at times. But deep down inside, I know they are only trying to protect him. They liken me to a Vieth Orphan, and let’s just say I can understand their reservations. Even though I see the girls in the house in a different light, most of them have earned their reputations. I’m not really opposed to Sov’s men believing I’m as lethal as the rest.

  “Trust me. I’m in Karin’s territory. She knows what’s going on.” I lick my lips, trying to read his tone. I’m never sure if he dislikes Karin or not. I know a lot of men look down on us. For some reason, they think they are better with how they deal in business. It bothers me to think that Sov may share those same feelings. I might be the accountant, but I am still one of them. I love almost all the girls. Karin gave me a home when I had nowhere else to
go. She saved me from my own father.

  Dread fills my belly at the thought of having to deal with Milly. Hopefully she’s found herself a man to occupy her time, but I know no matter what she’ll never let me live this down. She’s been looking for a reason to hate me. I’m sure in her mind, the moment I hooked up with Sov gave her that cause. I can understand why she wanted him for herself. I mean, of course there’s the whole he’s a prince thing, but there is something different about him.

  “An hour.” He finally gives up, trying to make it sound like an order, but I swear there is a small pout that’s formed on his lips. It makes me want to drag him back in to the suite bedroom and use my mouth on him. Something I haven't gotten to do yet.

  “That’s so sweet of you, Your Majesty,” I tease with a laugh. “That you would allow me a whole hour.”

  “Your Majesty.” He groans, pressing his cock into my stomach. I gasp, hating the fact that I passed out last night. There is always tonight. “Call me that again, and I’m not letting you go at all.” It’s so tempting to do so, but I know I have to check in.

  Never in my life have I thought of myself as sexy. Yet the way Sov reacts to me makes me feel exactly that. Who am I kidding? He makes me feel all sorts of things I’ve never felt before. The only problem with that is I’m beginning to enjoy it a little too much. I never want those feelings to go away.

  I release my fingers that are holding on to him in a death grip. “I’ll be back.” He reluctantly releases his hold on me, and I step back. He reaches out, his fingers coming to the heavy necklace around my neck. I haven't taken it off since he placed it on me.

  “Promise you won’t take this off, darling.”

  “Promise,” I agree. When he calls me that I feel precious to him. I don’t want to take it off. It's a constant reminder of his claim on me. It might sound barbaric and maybe I shouldn't like it. I know most of the Vieth girls wouldn't enjoy the thought of being claimed by a man, but I can’t help but feel that way when it comes to Sov.

  He lightly tugs the necklace, encouraging me to come closer to him so he can kiss me long and hard before releasing me. “Don’t forget we told Nour we’d call her tonight.” He gives me a nod before I slip out of his suite.

  I take the elevator downstairs where I’m supposed to meet up with the girls. I’m not sure why I suddenly feel nervous, but I do. I’ve never done the stay out all night with a man thing, and I’m sure everyone will have questions. Maybe that’s why I suddenly feel on edge. I don’t want to share too much about Sov. I want to keep some of what we have between us private.

  They spot me the second I step off the elevator. “What is happening here?” Their eyes travel over me up and down. “Did he dress you up?” Jewels asks. I don’t think she’s saying it to be mean. She has a smile on her face. It hits a deep insecurity inside of me. One I don’t want to touch about my own family.

  “You look good.” Paullina wiggles her eyebrows. “That said, Karin needs to speak to you. Rubbing shoulders—”

  “And other things.” Jewels jumps in with a laugh.

  “—with a Prince.” Paulina clicks her tongue loudly. “It’s going to be good for us.” Both girls guide me back toward the elevator. Their words begin to soak in as we walk. For the first time in my life, I feel worry over being a Vieth Orphan.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sov

  After two hours, I dispatch Zero to fetch Mackenzie for me. I do not like being made to wait because of numbers. She arrives carrying a bag and wearing joggers and an oversized T-shirt that makes her look waif-like. Irritation lingers inside of me.

  “Come here.” I crook my finger from my position on the sofa. Zero quietly sees himself out. The new protocol is that I am to be left alone anytime Mackenzie is present. One of many changes I made while waiting for her. She does not like all the extra attention.

  When she reaches me, I take her chin in my hand and tilt her head to the right and left, checking for signs of mistreatment or even fatigue. I relax some.

  “Do I have ink on my face?” She scrunches her little nose. It’s adorable.

  “No. You’re spotless.” I drop my hand. “But I think working too hard.” Am I pouting?

  “I had some spreadsheets to check,” she acknowledges. “Here. These are the clothes from earlier.”

  I make no move to take the bag. “You did not like them?”

  “They were nice, but I’m more of a cotton girl than a silk one.” She plucks at her shirt and drops the bag at my feet.

  “Then we will buy you all cotton garments.” I reach for the phone to give that order, but she places a hand on mine to stop me. I want her to wear things I’ve gotten her. I have no idea why, but the need is there.

  “I’m good. I can afford my own clothes and everything.”

  I sit back and draw a hand over my chin. “This is rather confusing. Every person likes gifts. Even Zero is known to crack a slight smile at one. These clothes are but a small gift.”

  “For what though?”

  “For being Mackenzie?” For being mine? I don’t say that last part, as much as I want to. I just got her back here. I don’t need to send her running. I don’t think that my self-control is going to last long.

  She doesn’t have an immediate response to this. I can see the tension in her face and shoulders. Her work must be very taxing. She needs less responsibility, I think. An opportunity to turn her brain off and just experience pleasure. I want to give her that. Take everything off her shoulders. I pick up the snifter of cognac from the coffee table and gesture for her to take a seat beside me. “Open up.”

  “What is it?” She sits down.

  “Cognac. It’s sweet, like you.”

  I tip the cup against her lips and let the amber liquid lap against her flesh. She opens enough to allow a small amount into her mouth. The smoothness takes her by surprise, and she takes another sip. I stroke her throat as she swallows. She shudders, some of it from the heady liquor and some from her own growing desire. I continue to pet her until the entire glass is empty. Her eyes are glassy and her skin flushed when I lean forward to sip at her mouth.

  “My cognac has never tasted so good.”

  She licks her lips, and lust shoots me in the gut. I untie the belt of my long royal robe. I need to feel her against me. Two hours was too long. It’s like I’m suddenly starved for attention. Something I didn’t want before her but now that I’ve gotten a taste I need it all.

  She inhales sharply at the sight of my nude frame. I do not work out, but I am active. I spar and run with Zero for my own safety, and my body shows the evidence of that in my wide shoulders, tight abs, and narrow waist.

  If I look good in a uniform, I know I look better out of it. Mackenzie’s devouring gaze re-affirms that.

  “I think it is time for you to taste me, Mackenzie. Show some respect for your monarch.”

  “Oh?” She looks like she might resist, but there is a flare in her eyes.

  “Yes. It’s just what the doctor ordered.” I spread my legs and pat the empty space between them. “Come and present your mouth.” She hesitates, but I can see her nipples harden through the fabric of her clothes. “Give yourself to me. You know how I can make you feel.”

  Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, but she climbs off the sofa and kneels between my legs.

  “Best if your shirt is off.” I reach down and pull it over her head, needing to see more of her. Her tits dangle free, juicy and ripe. My cock pulses in excitement. I could fuck her titties, lube the valley between the two ripe peaches with my cum, and fuck that slick skin until my seed paints her chest. Next time. I pinch a nipple. She takes a shaky breath.

  “Have you sucked a cock before, darling?”

  “No.” She shakes her head, shredding more of my control.

  I didn’t think she had, but hearing her admit to it fills me with a heady pleasure. “I shall be your first in all things,” I rasp. “My tongue in your cunt was a first. My cock in your mouth is a
first. Later, I’ll pierce your virgin channel with my shaft and then I will plunder your ass. All of it shall be mine.” I myself might not have a lot of experience, but I’m a man that always goes after what he wants.

  I stroke my thumb along her tongue, letting her get a small feel of what it will be like when I fill her mouth.

  Cum leaks from the tip of my cock. So many fantasies on my mind. A need to have her all to myself. To own her in all ways. To never let her leave my side again. Not for a few hours or even a few minutes.

  “To be my consort, you must deny me nothing. You are to be available to me at all times, for all things, and in return, you will want for nothing. You do not need to think about what to wear or what to eat. I will decide that for you. Every earthly pleasure that you can conceive is yours.” I tell her my dark thoughts.

  I take my heavy cock in my hand and tilt her chin up with the other. She doesn’t stop me. Her eyes are filled with hunger. My wants and demands are turning her on.

  My thumb strokes her lips and cheek before returning to her mouth. I pull down on her lower lip until her teeth are showing. I push my thumb in between her sharp incisors, press down on her tongue, and ready her for my shaft. Her mouth is hot and humid.

  Excitement pulses through me. I feed the head of my cock between her lips, the gates of her teeth until it’s my shaft pressing her tongue down instead of my thumb. I shuttle in and out of her mouth shallowly until she’s used to the feel of me. When I feel her passive acceptance turn into active participation, I move my hand from her mouth to the back of her neck. She opens wider, taking me in.

  “You look so hot right now, darling. Your lips are puffy, and your cheeks are red. Your tits are bouncing.” I reach down and pinch her again. She groans around my cock. “I’m going to come in your mouth and then I want you to climb on top and put your pussy on my face. I’m going to eat you out and then I’m taking you to the bedroom to fuck your cunt. If you’ve got any objections, now’s the time to voice them.”