Forbidden Princess (Retribution Games #2) - Ella Miles Page 0,15

to realize how stupid coming here was.

“On your knees,” I say.

She blinks at me. Even in the dark, I can see her shock. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why?”

“I saved you. You owe me—anything.”

Her eyes lust when I say anything, and I know what she thinks I’m going to have her do. She kneels almost immediately then, begging to touch my body. She’s that desperate. It’s pathetic really.

With Ri on her knees, her eyes are eye level with my crotch and growing with need. She licks her lips, wanting in my pants.

I chuckle. “So eager.”

The guys laugh with me. It’s then that Ri remembers the other guys are still here. Slowly, she looks around as her cheeks pinken. She tucks her wavy hair behind her ear as she scans each guy and then finally returns her vision to me.

I quirk an eyebrow. “A deal’s a deal.”

Her throat bobs, and she slowly reaches for my pants. Fighting the urge to rip my pants down and take me hungrily like she wants, while being embarrassed that we have an audience.

I wait until she has my pants undone to stop her. I grab her wrist and pull her back.

“You think I want you to suck me off? You’d like that too much.”

She sits back on her heels. “Then what do you want?”

“I want your embarrassment. I want your pain. I want your suffering. I want you to feel a hundredth of the pain you caused me!”

She flenches at my words.

My breathing is hard and uncontrollable. I feel myself losing control.

“Okay,” her small voice cuts through my pain. “How do I do that?”

“Beg for what you want.”

“I don’t understand.” She purses her lips, trying to keep her breathing steady.

“I don’t trust you. We don’t trust you. Maybe someday, that will change. But for now, I don’t trust any information you give me. Now, all I want is for you to suffer.”

“What if I’m telling the truth? What if I had nothing to do with Odette’s death? You’ll punish me for something I didn’t do.” Her eyes are fire, her words pure strength. It’s going to take a lot to break her. She’s not easily broken, but I’m going to enjoy every second of her pain.

“I’m not punishing you for killing Odette. If I find out you had a role, you’ll know—the pain I’ll inflict will be nothing compared to now.”

“Then why punish me now?”

“Because you’re a careless, spoiled little princess who needs to understand that we aren’t at your beck and call. We aren’t your heroes. I’m not your hero. And if you want to be part of our group, you have to earn my trust.”

She nods softly.

“Now beg for what you want.”

Her eyes dart back one more time to Caius, Hayes, Gage, and Lennox as she takes a deep, steadying breath. And then her dark eyes look up at me, hooded with lust and desire.

“Please,” her voice is breathy.

I give her an amused grin. “Please? That’s all you got, Princess?”

“Please, I want you. I want to suck your cock.” Her cheeks are crimson. I relish her embarrassment. I stroke her long hair.

“Sorry, Princess, you don’t get my cock. You haven’t earned it. And I doubt you ever will.” Thank god it’s dark because as much as I hate her, my dick still thinks she’s hot as fuck on her knees in front of me, her long eyelashes batting up at me and begging for my cock.

With her in this position, I can’t completely deny myself some pleasure.

“Suck my fingers like you want my cock.”

Her tongue swipes over her bottom lip, and a drop of drool drips out of the corner of lips, just thinking about it. She’s desperate for me.

Ri reaches out and grabs my hand, her breathing short and nervous as she moves my hand toward her mouth. As much as she wants to touch me, any part of me, she hesitates and looks back again at our audience.

“What’s wrong, Princess? They’ve already seen you naked. Kissed your lips. Fondled your breasts. Thrusted their cocks inside your cunt. But this is what gets you bashful?”

My words get the feisty fire to return to her eyes. My opponent returns to her true form as she grabs two of my fingers and slides them between her lips.

I don’t let myself react. This isn’t about my pleasure; it’s about making her suffer. It appears embarrassing her is the way to do that—not physical pain, but mental. My cock doesn’t get the message, though. My boxers tighten as her