Stealing His Princess by Goode, Ella (good books for 7th graders txt) 📗

holding on to my self-control as it is.”

“Don’t hold on then.” The first time he kissed me I thought he wanted something easy, but now I’m learning I test his control. More than anything I enjoy the thrill of doing so. The words barely leave my lips and he’s back on me. My panties are gone in a flash, and his mouth comes down on my sex.

It’s shameless, but I don’t care. The first orgasm is fast. My body is too on edge to hold out. All these feelings and sensations are so new. Sov eats the first one down and keeps going, demanding more of me. His tongue thrusts in and out of me, trying to lick up every drop of my orgasm all while pushing me toward another. His mouth is relentless.

When he latches on to my clit again, sucking hard, I come again, his name pouring from my lips. His hands pin my hips to the bed.

“More,” he growls against me. I shake my head no as my fingers dig into his hair, not wanting him to go anywhere. He doesn't. He takes what he wants, and I do as he asks. I leave my pleasure in his hands.

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