Stealing His Princess by Goode, Ella (classic novels txt) 📕

“Yes. Why? Do I look too dumb to do accounting?”

“No. You look very sharp.” My eyes rove over the yellow silk blouse. The button just above her delicious, ripe tits is about to come loose. I lift a finger and flick it open. “Very nice.” I bend forward to place a kiss on the swell of her breasts.

“Sov,” she yelps and pushes my head away.

“Mmm?” I kiss her hand. “What is it?”

“There are other people in this car,” she hisses.

“Zero? He does not care.”

“I care. I care!” She huddles into the corner of the seat, clearly uncomfortable.

“Very well.” Sighing, I lean away. I give her gorgeous melons one last longing gaze before directing my attention to the front where Zero and the driver are actively ignoring me and Mackenzie. After time, she’ll get used to them, I tell myself.

There are many perks to being part of the Charmont family. As I introduce all of them to Mackenzie, she will think of Zero and others’ presence in my life as of no more importance than an extra pillow on the sofa. I pick up her hand and press the cold digits to my lips. “Everything will turn out perfectly, Mackenzie.”

Chapter Fourteen Mackenzie

“I have to go check in,” I tell him as my fingers dig into his buttoned-up shirt. I’ve already gotten a few texts.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he says before his mouth covers mine so I can’t respond. I can still taste myself on his lips. The man is addicted to putting his mouth on me. Something I’m more than willing to be an enabler to. I’m starting to think he’s trying to make me need him.

“I do,” I breathe against his mouth when he lets me come up for air.

I get the feeling that his own people want to have a word with him as well. I’m not so sure Sov’s staff are fans of mine. In fact, I’m pretty sure they have no idea what to do with me or how to handle me. It makes me believe Sov when he says there has never been a woman in his life before. All of this seems new to the people that work for him and protect him.

He doesn't try to hide me either. I have a feeling pictures of the two of us today are going to show up at some point online. He is, after all, a prince. Everywhere we went he kept me tucked close to him, his mouth not far from mine.

Every request Sov makes in regards to me gets a curious look from his man. It makes me feel out of place at times. But deep down inside, I know they are only trying to protect him. They liken me to a Vieth Orphan, and let’s just say I can understand their reservations. Even though I see the girls in the house in a different light, most of them have earned their reputations. I’m not really opposed to Sov’s men believing I’m as lethal as the rest.

“Trust me. I’m in Karin’s territory. She knows what’s going on.” I lick my lips, trying to read his tone. I’m never sure if he dislikes Karin or not. I know a lot of men look down on us. For some reason, they think they are better with how they deal in business. It bothers me to think that Sov may share those same feelings. I might be the accountant, but I am still one of them. I love almost all the girls. Karin gave me a home when I had nowhere else to go. She saved me from my own father.

Dread fills my belly at the thought of having to deal with Milly. Hopefully she’s found herself a man to occupy her time, but I know no matter what she’ll never let me live this down. She’s been looking for a reason to hate me. I’m sure in her mind, the moment I hooked up with Sov gave her that cause. I can understand why she wanted him for herself. I mean, of course there’s the whole he’s a prince thing, but there is something different about him.

“An hour.” He finally gives up, trying to make it sound like an order, but I swear there is a small pout that’s formed on his lips. It makes me want to drag him back in to the suite bedroom and use my mouth on him. Something I haven't gotten to do yet.

“That’s so sweet of you, Your Majesty,” I tease with a laugh. “That you would allow me a whole hour.”

“Your Majesty.” He groans, pressing his cock into my stomach. I gasp, hating the fact that I passed out last night. There is always tonight. “Call me that again, and I’m not letting you go at all.” It’s so tempting to do so, but I know I have to check in.

Never in my life have I thought of myself as sexy. Yet the way Sov reacts to me makes me feel exactly that. Who am I kidding? He makes me feel all sorts of things I’ve never felt before. The only problem with that is I’m beginning to enjoy it a little too much. I never want those feelings to go away.

I release my fingers that are holding on to him in a death grip. “I’ll be back.” He reluctantly releases his hold on me, and I step back. He reaches out, his fingers coming to the heavy necklace around my neck. I haven't taken it off since he placed it on me.

“Promise you won’t take this off, darling.”

“Promise,” I agree. When he calls me that I feel precious to him. I don’t want to take it off. It's a constant reminder of his claim on me. It might sound barbaric and maybe I shouldn't like it. I know most of the Vieth girls wouldn't enjoy the thought of being claimed by a