Page 40 of Knot your Princess
“I’ll be down soon.”
My heart is thumping in my chest. I can’t wait for Enzo to leave, so I can clean up, check out my new clothes and head down to see Trent and hopefully show my uncle rather than telling him how we feel about each other. Which so far, has all been about the physical, but I’m dying to know more about him. He’s sweet and loving and kind.
I shower as quick as lightning and then forage in the bag for some clothes. I pull out a couple of pairs of black leggings, some fitted tees in white and black, and a pair of candy pink trainers, which I’m not ashamed to admit, are to die for. There’s also some full-arse coverage underwear and, instead of some bras, some crop tops that’ll work while I’m here and some white socks. It is obvious that Enzo did the choosing himself, and I snort in amusement when I slip the big knickers on and pull them up. The irony does not escape me in the slightest.
Choosing a white crop top and tee, next I pull on the leggings and socks and shove my feet into the trainers. Also, finding a brush in the bottom, along with some much-needed toiletries, I freshen up and then head out to find the dining room.
It doesn’t take me long to find it, even though the downstairs is enormous. I just follow the scent of summer rain, and soon I’m confronted with a room that houses a ten-seater table with Enzo sitting at the head and Trent seated to his right. There is a place setting for me on Enzo’s left.
Cosy, cosy.
“Sophia, take a seat,” Enzo says, indicating I should sit.
He pours a glass of white wine as I slip into the chair.
“How are you feeling?” Trent murmurs, a secret smile playing on his sexy lips.
“Well, thank you,” I murmur back, trying not to stare at him.
Replaying the sex in my head, I try not to blush. But I can feel myself get sweaty and worked up jut thinking about it. Pressing my thighs together, I stare at my plate and pick at the food in front of me, a tasty pasta dish, unsurprisingly.
A few moments later, I start in surprise when I feel something rest against my foot and then slide up my leg. It only takes a second to bite back my smile and focus even more on the food in front of me.
When Trent stops, I know he is telling me to take over. I do with enthusiasm and excitement. I kick one of my shoes off and run my foot up the inside of his leg, watching his face from under lowered lashes.
He is conversing with Enzo about something I’m not interested in, not even for a second reacting to my foot halfway up his calf. Unfortunately, this is a large table and, seated opposite him, I can’t reach any further up, so I just rub against him like a cat, resisting the urge to purr.
Enzo’s phone rings, interrupting their conversation, and he frowns at it before he stands up abruptly. “I need to take this. Excuse me, please.”
He ducks out of the dining room, which is a very fancy room with relatively low lighting built into the dark wood panels of the walls.
Trent instantly snaps his gaze to mine, his blue eyes dark with a desire that thrills me.
“I knew you were a naughty girl,” he whispers, this new confident attitude around me arousing me further.
“Do you like it?”
“I want my baby girl to be wicked. Can you be wicked, Sophia?”
Baby girl. Oh, my.My heart hammers in my chest. Boldly, I throw caution to the wind. “Am I yours?”
“If you want to be, you need to realise what this is.”
“I think I know.” Or I’m definitely starting to figure it out. Somehow, out of all the alphas in the world, I’ve landed on one that might be my mate, but is also the triplet brother to a man I can’t stand and another one who just pisses me off. How he knows Enzo is still a mystery that needs to be solved, but I can do that at another time. Now definitely is not the time to ask him and break whatever is firing between us like a laser light show.
His eyes narrow, and he throws his napkin onto the table from where it was placed on his lap in a really cute, posh way that makes me giggle slightly. “Let’s see how bad you can be. Move down a few seats.”
Curious, I do as he asks and gasp when he slides under the table and grips my knees, shoving me back slightly. I lift the white tablecloth and stare down into his face, now adorning a cheeky grin.
“Do I have your permission to test you, princess?”
I nod, dumbstruck.
Moaning when he reaches up to pull my leggings and knickers down, I lift my bum off the seat to help him along. He drags them down to my ankles and pushes my legs apart.
“You smell so enticing,” he whispers before he pulls the chair forward again and places his mouth on my pussy.
“Oh,” I murmur as the sensation it sends rocketing through me, is like fire in my veins. “Uhm.”
