Page 1 of Knot your Princess
ChapterOne
Sugar
My pussy contracts as my bodyguard’s tongue flicks against it, sending blinding stars of pleasure flashing behind my eyes. It is a sharp contrast to the cool air in the backseat of the car, but the sensations coming from that part of my body made me forget all about it. Nico licks me until I sigh and moan, writhing away on his hand and face, desperate for more every time. My clit ramps up its vibration to match his tongue’s pace, both working together like gears spinning at the same rate. His mouth closes over my clit while I work myself toward an orgasm.
“Yes!” I cry out when it hits me, gushing slick into Nico’s mouth. My body shudders with the orgasm rocketing through me. My blood heats up and races through my veins. The alpha in Nico causes him to let out a low growl with my name on his lips, “Sophia.” His masculine log-fire scent hits my nose, making the omega inside me want to purr, but that would send the wrong message entirely, even though we fit together well in the physical sense. He is a dominant alpha male, and I’m a submissive omega, but this is taboo because he is meant to be protecting me and nothing more. My father would kill us both if he knew Nico had defiled his precious omega princess…and that I enjoy it more than I should.
“I should get you back,” he pants, coming up for air, and replacing my knickers that had been pushed to the side in his urgency.
“Yep,” I murmur and swing my long legs down, shuffling my tight white dress that Nico shoved up my hips, over my arse. I peer up at the inside of the Range Rover with blacked-out windows and cringe. There is a tiny heel mark from myManolo Bhlanikspiked heel where it dug into the material. “Oops,” I add and rub the spot vigorously to try and smooth it out.
Nico looks disappointed that he doesn't get any today, but we are out of time. It’s a shame. Riding his huge Italian cock while his strong arms are wrapped around me is hot and sexy andforbidden. I think the f-word just makes it even hotter and sexier. If anyone knew about us, it would take the excitement of being caught, out of it.
But no one crosses Aidan Quinn. Prime alpha of the enormous Quinn pack, he is one of the most powerful alphas in the country. I am his only daughter and the prized possession. An unmated omega who could potentially bring powerful alphas to my father, who are looking to mate with me and thus extend his own pack. He is wealthy, influential, and dangerous. I know he has dealings with the mafia, maybe he is even part of the mafia, but my knowledge is on the quiet. Everything I’ve learned, I’ve done by keeping my head down and by being the good girl. I play the part well, and while my life is full of glamour, parties, fashion, and holidays in Europe, it is a lonely life in a gilded cage. I’m never without Nico and two other bodyguards. More if I’m attending an event. My every move is watched closely, every person I speak to is background checked, and every breath is monitored. My food and drink are tested before I eat it, and my alcohol consumption is limited to two drinks at night and a watered-down wine during the day. My security team will not budge an inch. I’ve pleaded, bribed, begged, cried, screamed, but they are so scared of my father that nothing I say or do will ever change his orders. I should be off living my own life at twenty-six years old, but it’s forbidden. My life is with the pack, and when Daddy finds me a suitable alpha, well, suitable tohim, to mate with, that will be that. Even then, I doubt he will allow us to live outside of his compound in the middle of nowhere in the English countryside. I heave a sigh and sit back as Nico clambers out of the back seat, getting the wipes out to clean up so that nobody catches my scent on him. I give myself a spritz of expensive perfume and hope that it does the job.
Franco and Luca, Nico’s bodyguard buddies, return from their mysterious errand, which left Nico and me alone to begin with. No way was I passing up the opportunity to get my itch scratched. I know Daddy has asked them to drop something off as they left with a big black holdall and returned without it.
I don’t mention it. I act dumb and ditzy, pulling out my compact mirror to check my deep red lipstick and flick my long, raven hair out of my face as I pull my sunglasses down and peer into my green eyes. My father is Irish, and my mother is Italian. It is a vast understatement to say I got the best of both of their genes. I know I’m gorgeous, but it’s not everything. I would trade places with a plain omega with a happy life in a heartbeat.
My phone rings, and I pull it out of my oversized handbag with a grimace.
“Daddy,” I murmur when I answer.
“Sugar,” he barks, always calling me by his nickname for me. “Where are you? You should have been back by now.”
“We are on our way,” I say, knowing this is complete bullshit.
Franco and Luca have only just returned from doing his bidding, and if hereallywanted to know where I was, he would have called Nico or one of them. Not me.
No, this is a power trip. One he does every so often to remind me he’s watching. Don't get me wrong. I love him. But the life he has caged me inside, isn’t what I want. I have to find small escapes, like Nico, whenever and wherever I can.
“You didn’t buy anything?” he asks.
“No, I didn’t see anything I liked.” I curse myself as the car shoots off. My credit card is attached to his account, and pings when I use it. I told him I wanted to go out today to shop for a new dress for the event I’m attending in two days. It makes purchasing anything outside of what I tell him damn near impossible.
Tears prick my eyes, but I push them aside. My life isn’tbad. I’m not mistreated. I’m not happy, but I’m not sad either. I have to think of a way to push back the cloak that smothers me every second of every day. Something for me, maybe even something that can give me my own money, some independence. There has to besomethingI can do. I just need to find it and then have the balls to see it through.
“See you soon, Daddy,” I murmur and hang up as we leave the bustling city and head towards the compound where I will remain behind massive, locked gates and twenty-foot-high walls until the sanctioned-by-my-father fundraising event in a couple of days allows me some freedom from being Sophia ‘Sugar’ Quinn and I can just be me.
ChapterTwo
Nico
The engine hums as I deftly guide the Range Rover along the busy suburban streets. Sugar's eyes are obstructed by the dark, over-sized sunglasses, which is a shame. I want to stare into the green depths all day, every day. She is spectacular. I can’t stop my lips from spreading into a smile at the pleasure we just shared. It seems both wrong and oh-so-right at the same time. But we both know that her father would kill me if he ever found out what we’re doing, so I drive her home in stoic silence, savouring the moment that we shared, knowing full well that this bliss can never be repeated.
Sugar remains still, staring out of the window in silence. Her delight from before has dissipated as she knows she is heading back home where she is shut away from the world, and cut off from any kind of real life. I get it, but a wave of sadness washes over me for her. She is so vibrant, so alive when she is alone with me. I wish I could be with her always, but I am not the alpha for her. Her father requires her to mate with an alpha who can bring something to the Quinn pack. Someone who will give her a good life, and keep her safe. He doesn’t realise, I can be that for her. Above everyone else, Iknowhow to keep Sophia Quinn safe. It’s my sole purpose. My only job. My life depends on keeping her alive, so Aidan can get fucked if he thinks I’m not good enough.
Too bad, I’ll never tell him that. He is a frightening force. As prime alpha of the Quinn pack, he has to be. It is enormous—one of the largest packs in England. He operates slightly outside of the law, so the Inter-pack Parliament, the government that runs the country, is always hounding us, sniffing around, looking for something, anything to take Quinn down, so anyone who comes within a thousand-yard radius of Sophia is automatically on the watch-list. She is his weak-link, and he knows it.
Franco and Luca are quiet after their drop off. Luca is seated in the back with Sophia, while Franco sits up front next to me. I want to ask him how it went, but it’s not something we can discuss in front of Sophia.
Eventually, after driving half an hour into the countryside, I pull up to the security that stands at the gates to the compound, and slide the window down.
Even though I’ve known the runt on the gate for ten years, he still bends down and peers into the car.
“Nico. Everything okay?”
“Yeah.”
