Page 28 of His Princess Brat
“No, baby.” He pulled out, opening me further with another slow push that stretched me even more. “You don’t get to hide your moans from me. Daddy wants to hear every—”
He withdrew for the first shallow thrust; arching into that invasion, I grabbed his shoulders with a gasp.
“—little sound—”
His second thrust pushed so deep, I felt the tiniest pinch of pain; a discomfort that pleasure quickly overwhelmed.
“—you make.”
My cry was sharp and loud and he pulled back only to immediately shove himself all the way up inside me, filling me so deep and so full that nothing else mattered but how much more he could give me.
“You’re mine,” he said as he rode me, the pump of his hips slapping into the saddle of mine, a steady rocking rhythm that would forever destroy me for anyone else. “You... baby... are all... fucking... mine!”
I came so hard. This time, my toes didn’t just curl, they crackled, and he just kept going. Pounding me into the sofa cushions until every muscle in him tensed and, suddenly slamming one final thrust as deep and hard as he could, he poured himself into me on shuddering waves we both shook to.
I was ruined in no way that mattered, except that no man who might ever come after him would ever be able to measure up to what Azid had just done. I felt silly and sated. And for a few minutes at least, I wasn’t princess of anything. I was simply baby, and Daddy was Azid.
And this... this had been perfect.
Chapter Nine
Azid
I haven’t seen Pita all day long, not since last night when I kissed her for the last time at her door, like a gentleman, and then returned to my room. Every step felt as if I was walking on air. I couldn’t wait to see her again at breakfast.
Except that I didn’t. I saw everyone but her at breakfast. At tea, I was mobbed by a horde of young men just curious enough about who I was and perhaps just intimidated enough by my physique that I was promptly invited for a manly round of tennis. Yeah... I don’t play, and I wasn’t about to start.
So, now it was dinnertime. Finally, I was able to see her, but clear across the whole of this incredibly packed dining hall. Dinners at Mazi’s palace were never just dinners. Every night since I’d arrived, they’d been more like events with dozens of other fancy, rich, and/or royal people all dressed up like they were going to a wedding, and lots of schmoozing. I’d have been much happier eating a burger in my room, but these stupid dinner parties were my only real chance to spend any time with Mazi.
Beautiful distractions aside, he was the reason I was here, and I had hardly spent any time with him apart from my first day and that strange encounter in his office. Apparently, a ruling king was a busy man. Imagine that.
Tonight the dinner party seemed bigger and busier than usual. Mazi was so surrounded that if he weren’t wearing that royal turban thing on his head, I wouldn’t have been able to pick him from the crowd. If I hadn’t spotted Pita across the room, I probably would have turned tail and ran. That burger was looking better and better, but Pita, she looked like a double bacon and cheese stacker in the most beautiful orange and blue mermaid cut dress. She was standing off by herself in the corner of the room, scanning the scene with her eyes and looking exactly as I felt. She was a loner. That was good. We could be loners together.
I headed her way, edging through a crowded ballroom that could only be described as massive. I managed to skirt a trio of laughing young ladies and an elderly couple loudly wondering whether there would be dancing tonight, and then I was promptly waylaid by the object of my dread, Bethany herself. I should have been paying closer attention.
“Azid,” she giggled, laying her hand on my arm to stop me. “I’m so glad I caught you alone. I felt so bad for you earlier at tea. You know, Pita is only here as a favor to her parents. She’s a cousin to the king. I’m sure he’s just taking pity on her. It was so noble of you to take pity on the poor girl and escort her to tea. I’m sure she wouldn’t have had a companion otherwise, and it would be so humiliating to have to do tea all by one’s lonesome.” She batted her long, fake eyelashes. “You’re such a gentleman.”
