Page 45 of His Prince

“It’s not him.”

Ivan sniffs and then looks back at his computer. “I say you flush them out. And then hand them over to Georgiy. Show them you’re not to be messed with.”

I sigh and feel like crawling back into bed and sinking into sleep, but I can’t do that. I have a business to run and a feral husband who is ruining my peaceful existence.

My mind slips to him on his knees before me, that wet, tight mouth around my dick, and my heart rate increases.

My thoughts move to the contract, the fact that he’s the one I need to be fucking, and I rub at my jaw in contemplation.

I do have a sex drive, one that’s only increased with age, and if Angel is going to insist I follow that contract we signed, then perhaps he should abide by it as well.

Yes, that makes sense.

Don’t even talk to me about never being with a man before. It seems my tastes have changed. Slightly. The change has been slow, something only Angel could accomplish. Talking to him on the phone, watching his mouth move, the way he spoke with sweet smiles and flushed cheeks, the way he got himself off…he somehow snuck into my brain and made me want him.

That is the only explanation for why I want to fuck him again.

“Where are you going?” Ivan asks as I move toward the door, my mind focused on one thing. “You going to try to figure out who is behind this?”

“Yes,” I lie.

I couldn’t give a fuck about the money right now.

Right now, my focus is on my husband.

My little devil in disguise.

I find Angel in the garden after finally receiving the delivery of my new clothes. My steps falter, memories from when this was my safe place filtering through my mind. The scent of roses and lilac, the way my grandmother and mother would sit on the swings, listening to the fountains bubbling, the birds chirping.

I let it all fall to ruin after they were gone.

He’s bringing it back to life.

Laughter filters through the space, and I watch as Angel struggles to escape the tickling fingers of Felix. He finds shelter in Casey’s arms and my fingers twitch by my sides.

Everyone wants a piece of him.

Everyone wants him.

This little slice of heaven, the happiness he brings.

It makes me angry all over again.

My knuckles crack and my stormy expression must dim the light around them just a bit because everyone freezes and glances at me.

“Hey, boss,” Felix says, clearing his throat and taking a step away from my husband. “Didn’t see you there.”

No, they didn’t. They were too focused on Angel.

Casey’s arm tightens around him, and Angel doesn’t even attempt to move away. He almost seems to lean into him. He knows what he’s doing.

“Did you need something?” Angel finally asks, his voice sugary sweet.

“I need to speak to you.”

His eyes flare and he pushes away from Casey, moving toward me with sure steps. In his hair by his ear is a flower, something that he slid in there while he was flirting with my men.

“What do you need?” he asks as he comes to a stop a few feet from me. I can feel Casey and Felix’s eyes on me, watchful, possessive.

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