Page 52 of Brutal Prince

TWENTY FIVE

Dominus

She took her place next to me on the couch with a stack of folders in her hand to peruse while I rubbed her shoulders. We’ve become a boring old couple too familiar with each other’s habits. Every curve and crease is a road too worn, yet we’ve only been together for three years. Three fucking years.

These days, she often rejects my advances and stiffens at my touch. More evidence to prove that she’s fucking someone else. Bruno. I still haven’t figured out who this individual is and in a way I don’t care.

Except, I do care.

My fingers trace the line of her shoulders, sweeping up to her elegant neck. Her blond hair is pinned back in that business like fashion that I’d come to hate.

With the redheaded Cattus on my mind, I wrap my hands around her neck and squeezed. Immediately, she pulled away swinging around to glare at me. Her eyes were normally a sky blue, but at that moment, they were darkened by fear.

“What are you doing?” she bit, rubbing her neck where my hands were.

“C’mon, I didn’t squeeze that hard.”

Completely repelled by me, she got up from her spot on the couch and planted her neat little ass on the lounger chair.

“I think we need to spice up our sex life,” I told her. “Missionary is getting too fucking old.”

“And how would you suggest we do that?”

“Toys, maybe another girl. Bondage.”

“Oh, you want a threesome? Okay, I’ll go for that. But only if it’s two men and you’re not one of them.”

Her comment stung. If she was a different girl with different parents, I wouldn’t have released my grip on her neck. And she’d merely be another lifeless body that I needed to dispose of. “You know I like to dominate in the bedroom as well as outside.”

She sighed. “I’m well aware that your tastes are more,” she waved her hand about searching for the correct word, “exotic than mine and I’m sorry that I don’t satisfy you sexually.”

“Vic, I’m still fiercely attracted to you,” I lied.

She’s without a doubt a great beauty, but as boring as fuck in every other way possible. However much I want to end this thing that we have going on here, I can’t and won’t. Marriage is the goal. Her parents wanted it and my parents wanted it. I could make a marriage between us work, providing I kept up with my extracurricular activities.

A message came though on my cell and I caught a hint of distrust in her icy stare as I read the message. Vic thinks I’m having an affair. Maybe I’ll just play on the parody.

The message was from my mom inviting us over for dinner on Saturday night. I replied ‘yes’ because I never say ‘no’ to my parents, but under Vic’s stare I pretended it was a secret message that I didn’t want her to see. Idiot. As if I’d use the same phone that I speak to my parents on to contact my wenches.

“I’m glad,” she answered.

“Huh?”

“That you’re still attracted to me,” she said, rising to her feet and stepping my way to plant a kiss on my forehead. “I’m sorry for being so prudish.”

Obviously the fear that I’m having an affair changed her tune.

She pulled the pins from her hair, unraveling in spectacular fashion over her shoulders. My cock sprung into action and ran my hand over her perfectly plump buttocks under a cream pencil skirt.

“I’m going to have a shower,” she told me, pulling away.

“You want company?”

“No, thank you,” she answered in that sharp, scolding tone that I hate. A mother warning a little kid who’s etching closer to the flame, that’s what it felt like.

She left her phone on the couch and I proceeded to try and unlock her security code. This was my third attempt in a desperate need to find out who the Bruno character was. Not desperate. Wrong word. Curious need to find out who Bruno was.

The doorbell chimed through the apartment and I got up to answer it. We took turns whose apartment we stayed in. Victoria was in no hurry to move in completely with me, which was fine by me. It was my turn to be host to the Queen of the Arctic in my bachelor pad that she complains the décor is too dark.

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