Page 4 of Her Royal Master
Fuck.I should find it funny.Whatever trick she was trying to pull had just flipped her.Except the protective dom in me rose up, not wanting any woman to be touched against her will.I had to fight the urge to take her hand and lead her to the door.To tell her,Listen, sweetheart, you don’t belong here.You’re going to get scared and hurt.So get off theSweet Surrenderbefore it’s too late.
“Strip,” Kaspar commanded, sweeping a finger over one of the other girl’s collarbone.“All of you.”
“I, uh, have to pee,” Allegra burst out.
Kaspar made an impatient gesture toward his ensuite bathroom, and she hightailed it in, but not before she threw a nervous glance over her shoulder at me.
That’s right, little girl.Be afraid.I have your number.
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Chelsea
Oh God, oh God, oh God.What in the hell did I get myself into?
I took as long as I could in the bathroom, trying to figure out what to do.
The yacht had only lifted anchor a few moments ago.Maybe I should just confess everything, and get them to turn around before it was too late.Why in the hell hadn’t Marina told me Prince Kaspar was a sexual deviant?Seriously?She didn’t think I needed to know that I’d be torturedandfucked for three days straight?Because it kind of made a difference.
Torture wasn’t my thing.
I was in way over my head.And for some reason, I had a feeling the prince’s unsavory cousin, Darius, had a bead on me.Unsavory and sexy.He was even more drool-worthy than the tabloid photos portrayed him, and he’d been their darling for the last ten years.His dark curly hair covered his ears in a shaggy cut, setting off his square jaw and dimpled chin.He wore a black fitted t-shirt that molded to his bulging muscles.Tattoos covered his arms.Yeah.His sheer magnetism pretty much made my ovaries throw eggs down like grenades.
Unlike the others, he appeared sober and stood back from the group like he had a supervisory role.And he’d had a suspicious eye on me from the beginning.
Did he know I was here for a scoop?
A thrill of danger ran through me; not the gut-clenching fear over what whip the prince wanted to use on me, but something more akin to excitement.Ambition.What if I could get the real dirt on the dangerous Devil Duke?I’d score the best story on the royals in a decade.
I reapplied lip gloss and took a critical look at myself in the mirror.
You can do this.Take your clothes off, and go out there with your eyes wide open.How bad can it be?
I stepped out and froze.Cold sweat trickled down my ribs as I watched them buckling the other call girls into wrist cuffs mounted on the wall above the beds.
“You, over here,” one of the boys commanded me.His accent was thick Austrinian.
I forced my feet to move, my face flaming over my nudity.I climbed gingerly into place where he pointed and held up my wrists to be buckled.But when he put on the collar, I couldn’t keep it together.
Damn my irrational fear of strangulation.
“I’m taking this one,” the Devil Duke announced when I fought the collar and complained it was too tight.And he tossed me over his shoulder and walked out.
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Darius
Allegra was fucking beautiful—if that was her name.Way prettier than any prostitute could ever be.I loved the sight of her sprawled naked on my bed.Her youthful body practically screamed to be violated.A pair of perky tits taunted me, their peachy tips beaded up, ready to be sucked.Her flat belly led down to her neatly trimmed mons, followed by a pair of sturdy thighs.American thighs.Definitely not Italian.
I had to admit, I liked the fear on her.
Not the panic she’d had over choking back in Kaspar’s room, but the intelligent wariness she wore now.Her lips parted, but no words came out.She wore little makeup other than lip gloss, and she didn’t need it.
Her full, lush mouth and plump lips made my cock ache to be inside.I’d train her to deep-throat me like a champ.
Only because I needed help controlling my lust, I pulled an old t-shirt out of my drawer and tossed it to her.She wasn’t in my room for sex.
If I’d had any doubt she was a prostitute, the speed with which she snatched it up and pulled it over her head would have dispelled it.
