I was still uncertain of who was responsible for the shooting the night before or whether they’d intended on killing or simply warning me, I’d seen enough of the license plate to suspect.
The plates were special to those holding diplomatic immunity.
The only person I knew who would dare have his people do something so heinous on my property was the prince. Maybe I’d been lucky, but there was no way of knowing. I wasn’t ready to call the asshole’s bluff.
Sophia had been right. I hadn’t sought medical attention, other than from the first aid kit at the club. While Autumn had arrived, taking all the details, I had no doubt that even if she discovered who owned the dark Mercedes, there was nothing that could be done. Diplomatic immunity. Fuck it. I would likely be forced to handle the situation my way.
The old way.
I should cringe at the thought, but the realization that my father had been right about certain ‘necessities’ as he called them held value.
“You really should have this looked at again,” she said after adding the last tape to the bandage.
I cocked my head, studying her face. She’d insisted on doctoring me seconds after our intense encounter. “Isn’t that what you’re doing, Doctor?”
She flitted her eyes toward mine, shaking her head. “Well, I don’t have everything you need here. You could have internal bleeding from the level of injuries you received.”
“I’m fine, Sophia. I’m tougher than you think.”
“Yeah? Well, you were shot at, for God’s sake.” She grabbed everything, shoving the various bandages and tape back into her kit, slamming the lid. “Now, tell me what in the hell is going on.”
“If you’ll tell me why you avoided my call and why you weren’t at the hospital yesterday.”
Her silence sent another wave of uncertainty into me, danger not far from my mind. I wrapped my hand around her arm, tugging her against me. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Why?” she asked almost innocently.
I could tell by my hesitation that she was shutting down, fighting the basic urges we’d just experienced. “Because I care about you. Now, we’re not finished here.”
“Meaning?” She tipped her head, searching my eyes.
A smile crossed my face, my attempt at pushing the ugliness aside for at least a few additional minutes. I held out my hand. “Where is the plug?”
Sophia’s mouth twisted in frustration, another look of defiance crossing her face. “I...” Huffing, she moved to another drawer, yanking it open with vigor and retrieving the anal toy. “Is this really necessary?”
“Yes. You seem to enjoy defying me at every turn.” I held the bulbous red rubber toward the light, turning it in my hand. “Lean over the counter and spread your lovely ass cheeks.”
I could hear a few select curse words coming from her mouth before she obeyed. The remnants of my cum would slicken the plug, allowing for a smooth entrance. However, I wanted her to feel the burn as she went about her daily activities, a reminder that I would always be in her life.
The thought was riveting, taking me slightly by surprise. I hadn’t considered her being in my life on a permanent basis. Maybe Gregory’s happiness was rubbing off on me. The sight of her naked and glistening body in the mirror was very powerful, sending my cock into another moment of uncontrollable twitches. I hungered for her constantly, but it wasn’t just about the physical attraction.
She was... special.
I rolled the plug down her spine to the crack of her ass, taking my time as I studied her in the mirror. She was both excited as well as apprehensive, but the goosebumps covering her body were a clear indication that she was falling into the position of surrendering.
I would accept no less.
The slight gasp erupting from her mouth only fueled the savage beast inside but I remained gentle as I twisted the plug against her dark hole, still smiling as she wiggled, her fingers digging into her skin. I found it difficult to breathe as I inserted the toy, pushing against the resistance until her muscles finally gave in.
When the plug was planted deep inside, I twisted it several additional times before caressing her bruised bottom. The remaining heat tingled my skin, further fueling the building hunger. It would wait.
As I pulled her into a standing position, rubbing my fingers down her arms, she looked at me in both a reverent manner as well as with disdain. “I don’t think I need to tell you what