29. Snow
Chapter twenty-nine
Snow
Saint escorts me to the one room I fear the most in the entire mansion as I suck in a breath, preparing myself.
Prince’s office.
After all, it’s where he deals with the affairs of their estate. The throne to his kingdom , so to speak.
Their so-called diamond mining business.
Well, that’s the ruse they uphold.
But I really knowwhat they deal in: guns and drugs.
Things that hurt people rather than bring them joy.
Saint is no longer required to escort me from room to room as Prince has granted me the freedom to move as I please, yet Saint was adamant that he accompany me on this task today.
I have been given a key card to all their wings, but not Prince’s office, and it’s obvious the boss still doesn’t trust me.
“Well, you prepared, Snow?” Saint asks, holding up the key card.
I swallow. “Yes.”
He regards me a few moments longer before he shrugs, tapping the card against the reader.
“Well, good luck.”
I’m going to need it.
Let’s just hope I come out of this room alive.
To my surprise, I find Prince speaking on the phone behind a mammoth-sized desk when I enter, but when I turn, I find the door locked.
I’m on my own.
Prince remains on his call as I bow my head.
I can do this. I can clean his office.
I just didn’t expect him to be in here. The door must be soundproof because I didn’t hear him speaking on the phone when I was on the other side of it.
The last thing I want to be is alone in a room with him, but I have chores to do.
If I want to gain their trust, then I must do what is expected of me with my head down.
Prince doesn’t acknowledge me as he talks on the phone, and he speaks in a strange code I would have no idea how to interpret, anyway.
Good.
I like it when he pretends that I don’t exist.
I’m safer this way.
I go about my chores, picking up the bucket of supplies that I have decided to call Bruce, because why shouldn’t I have at least one companion in this place?
Bruce is my constant now as I start cleaning surfaces, surprised that the room is already clean.
Prince must do most of the cleaning himself, and I hold back a snort as I imagine him in the same yellow gloves that I wear with his own bucket called Bruce as I polish a bookend on his bookshelf.
The titles are interesting.
I see Animal Farm. Someone likes their political fiction.
I watch the man from the corner of my eye as I imagine him tucking in at night to read a book about barnyard animals.
Is he a pig or a human?
My gaze trails to the higher shelves. I’m not quite tall enough to reach, but there’s a small step ladder beside me, and I start to climb the rungs to polish the books up there.
After I’ve finished with the uppermost shelf, I should be good to leave. I just want to get out of here as soon as possible.
Hunter is taking me shopping later, and my heart pounds with excitement.
I can’t wait.
My first shopping trip ever.
I can’t wait to try on some clothes. I’ve been wearing Prince’s pajamas for days, and for years before that, old rags.
It's been years since I had anything new.
I’m not even sure what the style is these days.
When I was a child, I wore bows and frilly dresses with puffy sleeves.
What would I like now?
Still. I won’t leave until I have cleaned every surface in here.
The last thing I want to do is give Prince any more reason to hate me.
What if he deems my lack of cleaning as a betrayal and sees fit to kill me?
Sure, killing me over a pile of dust seems a little extreme, but you can never be too careful with that man.
An image of his possessed eyes flashes through my mind as I recall the way he pressed his gun to my head, and I shudder when I think of that monster again.
I’d like to live to see my shopping trip.
My foot slips on a rung, which is what I suppose is what happens when you wear slippers several sizes too big.
Again, I found the pair in Prince’s closet.
My foot stumbles yet again, and I find myself airborne as I fall from the ladder. Looks like I will die before my shopping trip.
But then a pair of strong arms captures me before I hit the ground, and I gaze up, shocked, into the mismatched eyes of Prince.
I’m too afraid to move, as I think I have angered him. His green eye glows, and when I peer behind his shoulder, I spy his discarded phone as it lays on the desk.
Someone speaks on the other end . “Hello? Mr. Diamante?”
But Prince’s green eye remains on me. The dark one hardens, and I swallow, knowing I have overstepped a line.
My instructions were to come in here and clean only . They certainly weren’t to disturb him while he was on a very important business call, and this is it.
He's going to kill me now.
This is surely an act of betrayal in his eyes.
He shoves me hard into the bookshelf, and several ornaments knock off the shelves. Then he digs his fingers into my hips, making me wince.
“You may have my brothers fooled, but you don’t have me fooled, princess .”
He's so close, I can feel the heat of his breath as he whispers close to my ear, and I wish he would just kill me and get it over with already.
When he pushes his kneecap between my legs, my breath stutters, and I wonder how this is supposed to end my life.
Unless he means to end my life by making me come.
Because he is pressing that knee in deep, grinding it against my clit, but I’m too afraid to moan in case it pisses him off.
Then he grips my chin roughly with his callused fingers—fingers callused from holding guns and knives for years—and he turns my face to his.
His hand crushes my chin. “Watch yourself, Snow. If I even get a whiff of betrayal, I will cut off your pretty head and send it to Regina.”
I’m sure she would love that; she might even mount it on her own office wall.
Prince wraps his fingers around my throat to punctuate his point, and he squeezes, cutting off my airflow.
Any tighter, and he will choke me.
The blood rushes to my head, and when he thrusts his knee into my throbbing pussy further, adding more pressure with his fingers around my throat, I mewl.
Yes, mewl.
Like some pathetic kitten.
I shouldn’t be enjoying this, yet I am.
Prince stills at the sound, and I meet the burning inferno in his gaze.
The green eye sears me, but the brown blackens, and it takes me a moment to recognize it as lust.
“Hello? Mr. Diamante?”
Damn. That person really is determined to hold the call.
I’d have hung up already.
It just shows how important a man Prince is. No one hangs up on Prince Diamante.
Prince’s eyes fall on my lips, and they tingle beneath his probing gaze.
He reaches his thumb across, wiping it against my lips, and his callused finger grazes the skin.
Then when he forces his thumb into my mouth, a groan slips from me, and I shut my eyes as lights flicker.
What is happening? What’s he doing to me?
His other hand remains wrapped around my throat while he fucks me with his knee and my mouth with his thumb, and it’s all too much.
“Mr.Diamante?”
A gasp leaves me when he presses a gun to my hips, and hold on…
His hands are busy.
So, if not a gun…
My heart thumps against my ribs.
That’s his hard dick against my hip.
Not his gun.
Honestly, I don’t know which is worse at this point.
One’s as deadly as the other.
I don’t think next. I caress his thumb with my tongue, meeting the fire in his eyes.
With a snarl, Prince yanks his thumb out of my mouth, then presses a bruising kiss to my lips, and the whole world tips sideways.
A sensation like flying falls over me, and I swear I’m floating on a cloud.
But that’s not possible.
This man is the devil; I should be burning far below the earth.
Yet, his kiss leaves me feeling light as wind.
Even if it is far from gentle. Even though he tries to possess my lips with his teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood, it makes no difference.
I still mewl like a baby.
He gathers me up in his arms, carrying me to his desk, and then he throws me over his lap like a ragdoll.
Then he orders the person on the phone to shut up while he takes pleasure in my body.
And I just flop down and let him.
Even if the person hears on the other end of the phone…
Well, I guess this is my punishment for disrupting his important business call.
And I’m prepared to take any he deems fit.