Page 12 of Knot your Princess
“Fuck you,” she spits. “I was ten minutes early.”
“If you aren’t fifteen minutes early, then you’re late.”
“Grrrr.”
She growls, and it sends a sensation straight to my cock. I want her to turn that growl into a purr. I want to hear it vibrate out of her while I thrust my cock deep inside her.
My mouth waters at the thought, and I push it aside.
“I want to make a stop,” she announces as we set off.
“No unscheduled stops,” I bark out.
“I want something from my safety deposit box at the bank. My mother’s pearls. We literally pass it on the way, and I’ll be five minutes.” Her challenging glare does nothing to quell the burning desire I have for her.
“No unscheduled stops.” I face front to show her I mean business.
She huffs and pulls out her phone. I know now I’m about to get my arse kicked.
“Mum,” she says seconds later. “I want the pearls from the safety deposit box. Tell Cain we can stop at the bank, please.”
She holds out the phone with the smuggest of smug expressions on her beautiful face.
Clenching my jaw, I take it from her. “Yeah?”
“Do not even think about taking her to the bank, okay?” Francesca’s voice comes down the line.
“Thank you,” I reply, giving Sophia a cringe-worthy smug expression of my own as I had it back. “No dice, princess.”
She takes it from me with a furious glare and shoves it back in her bag, which she places on the seat next to her.
“Stop calling me that. You’re such a dick.”
I emit a low growl, getting pissed off by her attitude. I was sent here to do a job, and she’s making it twice as difficult. It stops her momentarily, the omega inside her caving to the alpha in me, but it doesn’t last long. She breathes in and then out slowly before she slides her gaze across to me. “Don’t growl at me,” she says, in a tone of voice that makes me want to drop to my knees and kiss her feet. It’s a little princess tone, and it shows that she doesn’t like it. She doesn’t want to cave for an alpha, it’s her biology that makes her.
So what do I do? I act like a fucking knob and growl louder, leaning over, so I get right in her face, trying to force the submissive omega to submit to my dominant alpha status.
She flinches, tears pricking her eyes, but doesn’t cower from me. Not that I really wanted her to, but she has more steel in her spine than I think she knows, and I wanted her to recognise it.
“Don’t be a cunt,” she mutters and sits back, crossing her arms and sulking for the rest of the trip into the city.
Slamming my body back in my seat next to her, I fall into a sulk as well. This is ridiculous. I need to get my head out of my arse and start looking for threats, major or minor; it makes no difference. If it looks like a duck and swims like a duck, it’s usually a fucking duck, and that dude over there with the hoodie on in this heat, looks like a bloody goose; he’s that conspicuous. I relax, though, because we are still a few minutes from the event location, and we drive on by the youth without incident.
As we get closer, all appears normal. The streets are packed with pedestrians and workers; there are service vans lining the streets and taxis ducking in and out of the slow-moving traffic. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, but something just doesn’t feel right. I sit up and stare out of the window, trying to put my finger on it.
When we pull up to location a few minutes later, Sophia opens the door and starts to get out.
“Wait,” I mutter, grasping her elbow, and climbing out with her.
She glares at me out of those perfect green eyes. “What?”
“Something feels off.”
“Like what?” she asks, looking around. “Looks like a normal Wednesday in London to me.”
“Well, it doesn’t to me.” I growl again, and this time I accompany it with a tighter grip on her elbow. “Get back in the van.”
“No!” She tries to yank her arm away.
