Page 41 of Knot your Princess
“Ssh, baby girl,” he whispers. “Carry on with your meal.”
“But my uncle…”
He nips my clit sharply, making me gasp. “Be quiet, princess. Act like nothing is happening except you enjoying your pasta.”
“Mm-hm.” I’msooohis princess. Quivering slightly, my nipples peaking like two pebbles against the less-than-supportive crop top. I do as Trent instructs, moving my plate in front of me, and I carry on eating my pasta while he eats my pussy under the table.
It’s dark and delicious.
I’m on the brink of a climax when Enzo returns and sits back down with a fierce frown.
I freeze.
Trent’s tongue is lapping at my clit, making me soak his face with slick.
“Where’s Trent?” Enzo asks.
I shrug. “He took a phone call as well.”
It’s the best I could come up with while Trent’s fingers are sliding in and out of my pussy, his tongue massages my clit until I’m ready to burst.
Sweat beads on my forehead as the orgasm fast approaches its release. I grip the fork tighter until the silver is digging into my palm.
Enzo goes back to eating in silence.
Biting the inside of my cheek, feeling Trent thrust his tongue up my cunt alongside his fingers, I come silently, my legs shaking underneath the table as I try to remain calm above it.
“Mmphm,” I moan.
“Everything okay?” Enzo asks.
“Yep. Maybe you should go and find Trent.”
“Good idea,” he mutters. “We weren’t finished talking.”
He is so preoccupied with whatever the phone call was about, that he doesn’t notice anything amiss. He stands up and strides out of the dining room again. As soon as he is gone, I scoot the chair back and stand up, pulling my knickers and leggings up with me.
“You’re crazy,” I hiss, reaching over to dunk my napkin in the glass of wine. When it’s soaked, I pull it out and hand it to him as he casually gets up from under the table. He takes it and wipes his face with a smirk.
“You are wicked, aren’t you, princess? So dirty.”
Narrowing my eyes, I play his game. “Are you pleased with me?”
He stops wiping his face and throws the napkin on the table. With a low growl, his hand wraps around my throat, pushing me up against the wood panels.
“Very,” he whispers in my ear. “Do you know now what this is?”
I look up into his hooded eyes and nod slowly. “I’m yours.”
He sucks in a breath, closing his eyes as he takes in my words. “Yes, princess. You are mine.” He drops his hand, opening his eyes again.
I breathe in deeply, his scent consuming me and poking at the omega inside to pounce and take him.
“Are you mine?” I ask, my voice trembling with fear that he might reject me.
He smiles down at me with that dazzler that makes me slick my knickers further. He curls my hair behind my ear. “I’ve always been yours, Sophia. I just didn’t know it.”
“Ah,” I pant, thrilled with his words that make me want to worship him and do his bidding.
