Dangerous Love: My Pet Princess

Renzo,

I sipped my bourbon while I eyed the woman who was swaying in front of me, trying to appease me, but honestly, I was getting disgusted.

But I guess she thought my disgusted looks were approval or something because she began to take her clothes off.

She took the flimsy top, then she basically crawled to where I was sitting, then she licked her lips when she reached my parted legs and settled between them.

"You are so handsome, and you give off this stay the fuck away from me aura, but I like it. You are my type."

The woman said as her hands stretched to touch my thighs, then she reached between them and began to squeeze my still flaccid cock.

I snarled, then held both of her hands in one of mine, then the other held her chin tightly, making her look at me.

"You are pretty, meaty, and know what you are doing. People might like all of this, but I don't like your attitude. Besides, I'm not into vanilla shit, femmina. Any whore walking the street can give me that with less money. Tell me, what makes you special?"

I said, smirking now when I saw her eyes glow with understanding, and my smirk grew wider when she changed her sitting position and became more submissive.

"Is this what you are looking for, sir? Trust me, I can give you whatever you want, just order me, and I'm here to serve all your needs."

The woman said in a sweet voice, and I relaxed a little, dropped my hands, and nodded for her to sit properly.

"Tell me about this place, especially the owners and their daughter, and if I am satisfied with what you just said, I might reward you handsomely."

The woman frowned at me, but after taking a look around, watching Dino carefully, then me, she nodded her head and put her top back, covering her breasts, understanding that I'm not here for a quick fuck.

"You are not a cop. I think you are here because of the mess that happened early tonight. I have been working here for a couple of months. So I'm still considered new, the owners have been good to me, the daughter is sweet to all girls, and they love her to death because she brings gifts from time to time, but she never interferes with work. Her father is the one who assigns us to the private rooms and tells us about our customers' tastes, and so far, nothing has happened during my two months. If one of the customers gets handy or rough, they deal with him instantly."

She finished nodding to the cameras in the corner, and I hummed softly because she is the second girl who said the same words tonight, and I'm starting to think these OWNERS aren't as good as they seem because it's impossible that they are this good and righteous.

I dismissed the girl even though she was disappointed, but neither she nor the first one stirred a single feeling in me; my cock had been limp, not even a twitch.

Unlike when I was holding the sweaty, stinky half-passed-away woman in my arms. She was dirty, and blood was all over her face and body, but still, she made my cock fill up in seconds and ache.

I shook my head to make that image and feeling disappear when Rocco knocked on the room's door and entered with someone screaming and fighting his grip on them.

Ahhhh, finally, the best friend is here.

Rocco threw her in front of me and left silently while the girl shrieked, but then she stood up quickly.

"Who the hell are you, and how dare you treat me like that? Do you know who I am and who my father is? He will fucking kill you all."

She shouted at Dino and me, but shut up the moment Dario entered and threw her beloved father half-conscious beside her on the floor.

She gasped, then kneeled beside her bloody father, and then she looked up at me in horror. Her eyes widened when she had a good look at my face, and I knew she recognized me.

"It is you, the one who .....was in the room with ......the... dead guy."

She stuttered, and I nodded my head, standing up and crouching in front of her, making her crawl back in fear.

"Good, then there is no need for introductions. Tell me, Sonya, did you plan all of what happened tonight? Are you the one who lured Misha to get inside that room to get killed? Fucking answer me, what do you know about that fucking hit?"

I growled at the shivering girl, and tears streamed down her face as she began to shake her head at every question I threw at her.

So I snarled as my hand circled her neck, pulling her up, then pushing her against the wall, squeezing her dainty little neck.

She struggled to breathe, and her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen, but I didn't loosen my grip. She needs to suffer for almost killing Misha.

"I.....kn....ow....nothin....g. she....i..s .....my best....friend. I wo...uld...nev...."

She began to say, but I didn't let go or loosen my hand; I didn't trust a word she was saying, and people can still lie, even facing death. It is in their DNA.

"Let her fucking go, you are killing her."

Someone snarled from behind me, and I tsked but let the girl go as I turned around to face the angry man who was ready to pounce on me.

I waved my men away when they were about to fight him. I can take him down, but I won't do it, though. I know how to crush that fucker's ego without laying a finger on him.

"What are you doing here, Artem? Aren't you supposed to be taking care of your ward, or did Akim throw you out after your big failure tonight?"

I said, heading back to the couch to sit, then sipping my drink, watching the man ball his fists and grit his teeth in anger. I know he wants to say a lot and do a lot, but he can't. And yes, I hit him in the gut without raising one finger.

"I'm here because my lyubovnitsa(Mistress) sent me. She knew that you would do this to her friend."He said, and I threw my head back, cackling because that girl was smart even though she didn't look like it. She might look spoiled and carefree, but she understands how men think, which is dangerous.

"You know that miss of yours can fight. Before things went to shit, she took down three men in mere seconds, and she would have been out of here if it weren't for those new people swarming in. Now I'm curious to know how good she is in other....aspects."

I said teasingly, and yes, I hit another soft spot because Artem rushed to me and pulled my collar, making me stand up.

"Don't you fucking dare talk about her in such a way? And if you thought about touching a hair on her head, I will fucking kill you, ublyudok" "motherfucker"

The man snarled in a heavily Russian accent, and I chuckled. I was right. That look in his eyes when he saw her in my arms was jealousy and fear.

He saw me do what he never could, which was the jealousy, and the fear was of me taking her away from him.

"If you love her that much, why didn't you protect her? Why did you let her face death? WHY WERE YOU AWAY WHILE SHE FUCKING SUFFERED?"

I roared at him, and his hand dropped. Then he took a couple of steps back, leaving without saying anything.