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I yelped and grabbed my cheeks.Okay. Not a joke.He shoved me along and I scurried away from him, feeling the heat in my face as I rushed to my room. I wouldn’t admit to him that his light tap lit me on fire. I could think it, but he could never know it. Ever.

Chapter Two

Raul

Today was her 18th birthday and I couldn’t stop thinking about that fact. I’d kept myself away from myprincesafor years. Watching. Waiting. Anticipating.

Now I was in her room. She slept so peacefully.

I’d come a long way from that foster kid digging in the trash. Bruno Cortez brought me a long way. At the tender age of ten, Bruno found me. He pulled me off the streets and set the paperwork for an adoption.

I knew he was into illegal shady shit, but I hoped it wouldn’t be too crazy. I figured I’d bide my time and leave as soon as I hit eighteen. What was he going to do? Kill me? I didn’t care. I had a death wish. Come take me now, fucker.

Well, that was until she came.Salma Cortez.The most beautiful baby girl I'd ever met.

At first I hated her. All she did was cry. Bruno fucking hated her wailing too, but her mother had died in childbirth. Rather than hiring a nanny, Bruno would dump Salma on me as he ran his empire. He was too paranoid to trust anyone outside of the family to watch her.

The first few weeks were filled with my disdain. I’d had to change her diapers. But then she smiled at me. She beamed every time I entered a room. And I fell. Hard.

I fell in a way that may not make sense to many. I felt like her protector. Her father. Her brother. Her best friend. Her priest. It was only me and her. I doted on her every whim. I gave her everything.

As she got older, it was easy for me to rein her social life in. It was too dangerous for her to be like other girls. She couldn’t have female friends, but one slipped through the cracks. I couldn’t give her female companionship. No matter how many times I took her to the movies. I brought her shopping at the mall. Hell, I even got my nails painted to match her eyes. She was everything, but she was lonely. I preferred myprincesaall to myself. But that’s not how people work. Salma made a best friend. Emiko Takahashi.

A sweet Japanese girl who was one the heirs to the Takahashi syndicate. Poor girl was going to be sold into marriage like cattle. But weren’t all princesses treated this way? It came with the life. The price of power. Like when I had to order that guard shot. It was the principle.

The other day, Salma hadn’t even flinched at the sound of the gun from the office. That was how accustomed she was to this dark world. Truth, I wished it had been my gun going off instead, that it was me executing the asshole guard who dared to disrespect my woman.

I looked down at the bruises on her arm from where my hand had wrapped around her upper arm. Her soft gasp reminded me that Salma was breakable. Soft. Sweet. I needed to control myself. Control my urges. But sometimes she made it fucking difficult.

I sat down beside her on the mattress, which shifted her satin comforter. Crimson lace peaked from beneath her blanket and I frowned. What the fuck was she wearing? I inched the cover lower and saw red – literally and figuratively. Who would givemi princesasomething so scandalous? First that fucking dress, and now this.

“You can’t keep pushing me, Salma.” I finally broke the silence. “I won’t tolerate it.”

Her whisky colored eyes, still heavy from sleep, widened in shock and her pink lips fell open into a round “O”. Perfect for dick sucking. She abruptly sat up and drew the covers all the way to her neck.

“Raul! What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you, wish you a happy birthday, to find you in your bed dressed more like a whore than the sweet princess I know.” To prove my point I moved the blanket lower. “If you want to dress like a whore,la ti´a guerra,I’ll treat you like one.”

Salma gasped and tried to push past me to get off the bed, offended.

I didn’t let her pass, but caught her in my arms and forced her on my lap. She struggled against the weight of me closing in on her.

“Stop squirming.” I pulled her taut against me and regretted it immediately.

Her small curves fit into the hardness of my body perfectly. Her barely legal ripe ass rubbed gently against my zipper. I groaned out in pain. My cock hard and aching, begging to be released from the confines of my pants.

“Raul?” she whispered, her voice confused as she froze against the erection pressing along her rear. She licked her lips and I almost spewed in my trousers.

I grabbed her by the throat–not to cut off her air, but only to remind her that I was the reason she breathed. I nuzzled her neck then.

“Oh,princesa.Is your naughty little kitty missing something?” I whispered in her ear, biting it affectionately.

Did she ache for me like I burned for her? Fuck, the things I wanted to do to her. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything. But this last name and this empire stood in the way of that.

“I don’t know what’s going on.” Her breathy voice made my dick twitch. “Let go of me.”

In contradiction to her words, she moved enough to fit my bulge into the warm indent of her sweet core, then grinded against me. Her liquid heat, separated only by a scrap of lace, seeped into the fabric of my pants.