Chapter 9

Velarius POV 

"Let me go…” I heard her whisper in a tiny, sweet voice. I groaned, burying my face in the crook of her neck as I inhaled her sweet scent.

“Shh, little bird," I murmured against her neck.

 "You shouldn't be wandering around the house like this," I whispered, tightening my grip on her waist. My fingers brushed against the delicate satin bow at the center of her waistband. How cute, I thought. "Especially not in these cute little things. Do you have any idea what you look like in the dark, Princess?" I asked, placing a small kiss on her neck.

Her hands began frantically pushing against my arms. "Please... let me go..." she said in a tearful tone. This time I let her go and walked out of the door, and stood in the dark just watching her as she looked around before, running out of the kitchen. The scene brought a small chuckle to my lips as I turned toward the stairs. “I really need to deal with this problem,” I muttered, staring down with frustration.

After a few minutes, I was under the shower, lost in thoughts. I refused to acknowledge the things she does to my body.

“Fuck,” I murmured, my control finally snapped, God... when was the last time I had felt anything like this? Never, I realized while the cold water poured down on me. I walked out of the bathroom with my towel hanging dangerously low on my waist.

I threw the towel aside and lay down on my bed, my hands folded beneath my head as I stared into the darkness. Sleep refused to come, so I pulled out my phone to check on our princess. As usual, she was sleeping like a baby—our baby, a small smile tugged at my lips as I watched her the whole night without sleeping.

The heavy sound of rain lashing violently against my windowpane brought me back to life as I was lost in the girl who’s sleeping.

"Let's pay a little visit to our princess, don't you think?" Vincenzo suggested, as he walked into my room with his phone in his hands.

I met his gaze, a dark hunger burning in his dark eyes as a matching smirk spread across his face.

We left our study, deliberately taking the grand corridor route we very much knew would cross paths with our target. The trap was set, and right on cue, our princess rounded the corner at full speed and crashed directly into me.

I locked my hungry eyes onto her. Vincenzo seamlessly slid behind her, trapping her in place the exact moment she tilted her head up to meet my gaze.

"Ti sei persa, principessa?" (Are you lost princess?) I growled, deliberately sending a wave of pure terror through the poor soul standing before me.

I drank in the panic and utter confusion in her wide eyes as she instinctively tried to stumble backward, away from me. This rejection didn't sit well with me, I wanted to feel every single part of her. Her delicate blue eyes looked like a vast ocean, and her plump, kissable lips pulled me in like a magnetic force.

She retreated, only to collide flush against Vincenzo, who’s waiting in the shadows. What a flawless view, I thought, staring straight at her backside. I couldn't resist any longer. I wrapped my massive hand tightly around her tiny waist and yanked her against my chest, groaning darkly the moment her soft, curved butt pressed against my rock-hard length, like she belonged there.

Without wasting another second, I buried my face in the crook of her neck, my favourite place. I felt her small, trembling hands trying to pry my fingers off her waist. I completely ignored her resistance, inhaling her addictive scent—an intoxicating mix of sweet vanilla and fresh strawberries that instantly flooded my brain. I pressed her even closer, grinding against her as her tiny, delicate fingers brushed over my knuckles. Gosh, this is heaven, I groaned internally.

"Ho fatto una domanda, principessa..." (I asked a question, princess) I purred against her skin, inhaling her scent once more. I was lost in my own world of lust, entirely indifferent to the fact that the girl shaking in my arms was practically crying herself to death.

"P... Please, l-leave me a-alone," her soft, broken whisper cracked the silence between us. "I d-don’t even u-understand w-what you’re saying."

Hearing her frightened pleas only intensified the storm of emotions inside me. I began dragging my lips hungrily down her neck while Vincenzo adjusted his heavy trousers, staring down at Rea’s tear stained face. As much as Vincenzo wanted to strip her naked and take her right there on the floor, he knew that if he started, he wouldn’t be able to stop until he broke her.

Vincenzo stepped closer, placing a dominant finger under her chin to tilt her face up. "Fratello, questo è abbastanza per oggi. Abbiamo già spaventato a morte questo uccellino."

His voice was dangerously calm as he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right beside her trembling lips, his eyes tracing her plump, pink mouth. I loathed the idea of pulling away, but I knew we had to play the long game.

I finally released my grip, but not before deliberately cupping her perfect, round ass in my palm and leaving a fierce, biting kiss on her neck.

"Ci rivedremo, principessa."

Vincenzo and I smirked in unison as we watched our princess bolt down the hallway at full speed.

"Fratello, non è perfetta per noi?" (Brother, isn’t she perfect) I murmured,  my eyes tracking her disappearing figure. 

Once she disappeared into her quarters, we turned back toward our study room. As soon as we reached I didn't waste a single second booting up the laptops, instantly pulling up the live feed to find our princess balled up in the corner of her room, sobbing hysterically. The sight of her tears created a dark conflict inside me—one I refused to acknowledge. I had spent years believing nothing could reach me, yet this fragile girl had managed to awaken something I thought was dead.

We watched silently as Rita entered the room to check on her, and later on walked out.

But the air completely knocked from my lungs when Aurea finally stood up and began peeling her uniform off.

Instantly, I watched my brother’s reaction mirror my own. The same hunger burned in his eyes. Our hands gripped our aching shafts, pumping in a fierce, synchronized rhythm as we stared greedily at the monitor. Imagining our own palms squeezing her hips, pounding into her while tears tracked down her perfect face. The torment became unbearable when she turned fully toward the camera, exposing her flawless, pert breasts to our ravenous eyes. I lowered my gaze lower, staring in absolute awe at the perfect, smooth view between her thighs.

Within minutes, we both came so hard it felt mind-blowing. It had been years since a release had torn through me with that much intensity, and the fact that it happened just from watching her on a screen was maddening.

I groaned in frustration as Aurea finally walked into her bathroom. It was the one room we hadn't wired with a camera, wanting to grant her a shred of privacy, but I was already deeply regretting that decision.

Unable to take the heat burning in my blood, I abruptly stood up and stormed into my private bathroom.

Breathing heavily, I heard Vincenzo reach into his pocket and pull out his phone,dialing a number.

"Leo. Bring the maid, Lyra, to our quarters right now," Vincenzo commanded coldly, disconnecting the call before the enforcer could even utter a response.