Page 11 of Knot your Princess
Crawling back into the nest, I allow myself this time to cry and fall apart, but when the alarm beeps on my phone, I know I have to get up and get moving. I won’t be late for Cain, even though I want to not turn up at all. I will still be early, probably waiting for him. Wiping my nose on a tissue from the nightstand, I glare at my reflection. I look like a mess. This is going to take some fixing now.
Storming into the en-suite and slamming the door behind me, I strip off my comfy pjs and turn the shower on. Stepping under when it’s a pleasantly cool temperature, I let the water cascade down over my body in soft, ticklish rivulets that tease my sensitive skin. Closing my eyes, I start when Cain’s face is all I can see. I scrunch my eyes tighter, running my hands down my body, over my breasts, pausing to tweak my nipples gently before moving on. Hesitating for just a fraction of a second, I dip my fingers between my legs and with Cain’s face as my porn, I tease my clit, twisting it and tugging, rubbing it until I feel the climax about to rise over me. Gasping as I let it happen, the blood racing through my veins, I end with a groan.
What am I doing?
I don’t want Cain Harris.
He is a man-whore who will shag anything that lets him. I’ve heard that he is violent and aggressive and a massive dick. This bit I know first hand. And I can guarantee that he isn’t standing in the shower wanking while he thinks about me.
“Ugh!” I yank my hand away from my pussy and wash it vigorously as if that will help wash away the dirty thoughts of Cain.
It doesn’t.
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I’m still thinking about him an hour later when I’m drying my hair and curling it in the big, loose curls my mother said were pretty yesterday.
When I’m finished with my hair, I apply a small amount of make-up to keep a natural look and then turn to my vast walk-in wardrobe. Searching through the hundreds of dresses makes me feel a bit ill. I have so many clothes, and I’ve never even worn half of them. I don’t have anywhere to wear them. I shop because it’s the only thing I can do that Daddy will let me out of the house for, that doesn’t require security checks, and also is the perfect time to get a bit of sex from Nico.
Sighing, I reach for the pink dress I wore to meet Matt yesterday. It’s as good as any other, and to be honest, I’m just not in the mood to keep looking.
A few minutes later, I’m ready. Dropping my phone and my asthma inhaler into the small, pink clutch bag that matches the dress, noticing the small key still in there from the last time I used the bag. I slip on some black, zip-back, criss-cross ankle strap sandals that are sexy and gorgeous.
With fifteen minutes to spare, I head to the kitchen to find Nico, Franco, and Luca waiting for me just outside the back door.
Nico is pissed off, probably due to Cain’s chaperone services. I know I’m annoyed by it. But just in case, I’m going commando anyway.
“Ready,” I murmur and have them escort me around to the compound's driveway. I struggle to walk over the rough ground in these heels, wondering why they didn’t take me through the main part of the house.
Stumbling on some bits of gravel, I grab Nico’s arm. He grips my elbow to steady me, and sparks fly between us. It’s no wonder we ended up shagging a few years ago. He is hot and broody and all alpha—but unfortunately, my bodyguard and totally off-limits. The purr that pops out is a surprise to both of us. His eyes bore into mine in warning, and he lets me go so quickly, it’s a miracle I remain on my feet and not on my arse. Luckily, neither Franco nor Luca heard me. Or if they did, they’re doing a fantastic job of ignoring it.
Rounding the front of the house, I’m beyond irritated to find that even with my being so early, Cain is already waiting, dressed to kill in a black suit with a black shirt that is open at the neck.
He glances at me and smirks. “You scrub up good, princess.”
“Same can’t be said for you,” I lie, making him laugh. “And I’mnotyour damn princess.”
The smug wanker knows he looks hot, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of letting him know I think so.
He hands me a bottle of water, which I take with a grimace.
A few seconds later, the new car, well, a 9-seater van, pulls up, and he slides open the back door. He climbs in first, leaving me to struggle up to the seats in my six-inch heels and long dress.
Fucking prick.
ChapterTen
Cain
Hiding my smile is difficult as I watch Sophia struggle to get into the van. But this was a test to see if Nico helps her.
He doesn’t.
So that tells me nothing.
I reach out and grip her elbow, dragging her onto the seat next to me the two of the bodyguards squash past us into the seats at the back. The driver gets out and is replaced by Nico, who usually ferries our pack princess around.
“You were late,” I comment, wanting to rile her up.
