14. Chapter 14
Prince Damini
The moving trucks had barely cleared the front gates by the time the sun dipped below the horizon.
Apparently the Chairman had this in the works for quite some time since the new royal compound was built months back.
The palace compound was designed for the future King and Queen of the island, and the privacy surrounding the home was new for me.
I knew I would enjoy the peace and quiet that came with it.
Security and servants were posted along the perimeter walls, but inside the main residential wing, I’d cleared everybody out. I wanted room to breathe.
And most of all, I wanted to figure out the woman standing across the kitchen island from me.
“What do you think about our new home?”
She eyed around the space and said, “It resembles my old home, but the details are nice. How about you?”
“I just can’t wait to make it ours,” I admitted. We locked eyes before she looked away.
The tension in the kitchen was so thick you could carve it with a blade. I had my sleeves rolled up to my elbows, standing over the gas stove trying to season some vegetables for dinner, while Danni leaned back against the counter, watching every move I made.
Surprisingly, as we talked about the layout of the palace and the stupid political circus our families were forcing on us, she was relating to me a lot more than I anticipated.
She talked about the burden of carrying a name, the exhaustion of constantly having to be the smartest person in the room, and the stress of managing everyone else's chaotic lives.
She dropped the royal posture enough for me to see her real truth underneath.
And the closer she got, the hotter the air in the room felt.
I reached for a bottle of olive oil, but Danni blocked the stove. She leaned up, caught my lower lip between her teeth, and bit down.
I released out a groan, dropping the wooden spoon onto the counter. "Oh, that's how we playing?"
I didn’t expect her to keep pushing, but the second her fingers caught the front of my shirt, I didn't waste time. I reached down and helped her pop the buttons loose, stripping the fabric out of the way.
My hands slid down, digging into her hips to pull her close while my mouth dragged up her collarbone to the sensitive spot on her neck. Before she could try to back off, I buried my hand deep into the back of her hair, yanking her head back and biting her right back. Her breath hitched.
I hooked my fingers into the top of her shirt and yanked it clear off her shoulder, exposing the warm, bare curve of her breast. I leaned down and clamped my mouth over her nipple, sucking her and swirling my tongue right over the rigid tip.
A ragged, broken gasp tore out of her throat. Her back arched off the counter.
I pulled my mouth back, leaving her nipple wet and glistening. Her eyes were wide as she eyed my mouth.
I grabbed her by the back of her thigh, hiking her leg up over my hip and shoving her on the edge of the counter until there wasn't a crack of air left between us.
"When I eat you up, don't say shit."
Danni stared up at me, her throat working as she swallowed hard, her pupils blown wide.
"I won't," she breathed, her voice raspy and stripped raw.
I shoved her thighs further apart, my hand sliding under her skirt.
"Chill out, Killer... I'm trying to cook for us."
She paused, her lips resting against my pulse point. "I thought you loved pussy..."
"I meant that shit," I growled. "You gone give me some right now?"
I expected her to laugh, mock me, or dodge it.
Instead, Danni looked straight into my eyes, and said, "Yes."
I froze. My breath caught in my throat as my brain tried to shut off. Danni saw the shock on my face. The corner of her mouth twitched, and she reached up, cupping the side of my face, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "You're so predictable."
A dark chuckle broke out. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and kissed her back, tasting her until we were both breathless. But as much as my dick was throbbing against my pants, I pulled back just enough to look at her.
"Nah," I rasped, rubbing my thumb across her swollen lip. "Your first time with me ain't finna be rushed over a stove."
Danni’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. She reached straight down between us, sliding down the front of my pants to grip my manhood.
I grunted as her tight grip squeezed around me.
"How big are you?" she murmured softly, her fingers already working to undo the drawstring of my pants.
"Don't be tugging on my shit like that," I wheezed, catching my breath as I grabbed her wrist. I leaned in close. "You keep it up and I’m gon’ have to beat my shit in front of you."
Danni held my stare. "Do it."
We matched unyielding stares for a long time. I was searching that beautiful face, making sure she wasn’t fucking with me.
“Okay, but don’t back out.”
“I won’t be the one who backs out.”
We sat across from each other, but I barely touched the food on my plate.
I couldn't take my eyes off her. Every time her lips parted to take a bite, every time the long, smooth line of her throat worked as she swallowed, my jaw locked up.
I tried to contain myself but I was staring so hard the air between us was practically humming.
She could tell. She set her fork down, wiping the corner of her mouth before leaning back and looking straight at me with those dark, unreadable eyes.
"You want to leave dinner early and go to bed?" she asked, her tone flat, and composed.
"Yeah," I said. "I need my face buried between your legs till I’m sucking on your juice."
Danni froze. For a split second, that impenetrable nonchalant routine glitched. Her breath caught in her chest before she forced her chin up, trying to reclaim the room.
"We not doing that," she countered. "But I'll allow you to touch me."
I had to fight the smirk pulling at my mouth.
Allow me.
My eyes dragged slowly off hers, dipping down the front of her neck, lingering heavily over her chest, down to her lap, and burning all the way back up to her face.
She ran everything and everyone around her.
She ran her crew, her family, this whole damn island—used to giving orders and having people fold without a word.
But she wasn't finna run me behind closed doors.
She really thought she was calling the shots in this house, but she had no idea what she was actually walking into.
If I wanted to spread her out on that mattress and suck on her pussy until she went to sleep, that was exactly what I was gonna do.
She was about to learn a lesson about control, and she was gonna learn it quickly.
I pushed my chair back, and stood up over the table.
"Dinner's over," I growled, holding my hand out to her. "Let's go."