His Dungeon Princess

JATTU

"Muna" I said the name over again, she was a wild one, I could see it in her eyes she looked hungry but not the kind of food you could get in a restaurant. The moment I set my eyes on her in that pathetic cell Berto kept his girls I knew I had to bring her home, her eyes were brown and soulful like she had a thousand stories to tell, her hair had been matted together from days out of obvious neglect and her skin was as smooth as melted butter. I wanted her I had known that the moment I saw her, my body had thrown caution to the wind and stood at full attention, I had never reacted to a woman like that especially one that was covered in filth, I would probably get sick of her after I bed her like I always did, in a month or two she'd be out of my life as quickly as she came in. She had been Alexander's mistress apparently but she had tried to rat him out and had ended up locked up instead which was too much mercy, loyalty was everything to people in our ranks, I would have slit her throat and given her body to hounds and that is why I never took mistresses or lovers, I took playmates. f**k them for a month and pick the next one, that way you don't let rats get by and your circle is safe. I rose from my chair to pour a glass of whiskey, in this line of work everyday brought another crazy challenge and you had to always win or else you're dead and someone else takes your place that's what happened to Nicholas and his stupid brother for trying to steal from me and now they're dead and I'm taking over their whole operation, the only problem was when you obliterate competition you tend to inherit their s**t along with it, their debt, their stupid mistakes and Nicholas had made a lot of those.

I usually did not work in this side of the city but duty calls I had so much paper work to do I haven't been able to take a breath since I had taken over a week ago. I wanted it all to pass over quickly so I could concentrate on the woman I had brought home and do all the dirty things that had been haunting me to her but I had to be patient, I couldn't allow myself to be distracted at a time like this there would be more than enough time to leave my mark on her.

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Today marked the second week since I had been brought here and I hadn't even seen him since that first day, it wasn't like I was wandering around the house either, I hadn't been out of this room since I got here, after the twins from hell had left me in here to rot two women had come in a few minutes later with cloths and towels, the younger one had introduced herself as Isabelle while the middle aged woman was simply Grace. They had been surprisingly very pleasant and patient with me and had escorted me to the bathroom to take the most refreshing shower of my life, I couldn't believe how good it felt to scrub my skin and wash my hair. I had changed my cloth into the pajamas they had laid on the bed and they had fed me a beautiful dinner of well done steak and mashed potatoes I had slept so soundly that night and had woken up to an even more lavish breakfast in bed, I was truly living the life Maria would not be able to believe my luck if I told her. I had since then looked around the room the walls were decorated with soft toned wallpapers, a crystal shaped girandole hung from the roof and gave perfect lighting to the already beautiful space, the softest, fluffiest rug adorned the floor and the bed was so soft and big it could contain three more people. The only problem was I was getting tired of being locked in here for so long I mean It was definitely an upgrade from the hellhole back in Alexander's villa but a prison none the less, I laid back in my soft king sized bed and stared at the ceiling it had paintings of little naked cupids on it and I wondered if people still genuinely believed in things like love and said a little prayer for their lost and confused souls hopefully it wouldn't take too long for them to realize it is nothing but a fantasy Cinderella lied to us about, I bet prince charming whooped the hell out of her heart and she couldn't stand the shame so she wrote happily ever after in hopes of protecting her legacy.

The door to the room swung open and he walked in, he was wearing a black shirt with half the buttons undone somebody needed to give this man a lesson on the importance of decency he looked different a little rougher like he had just tumbled in forest with a gorrila.

"Out" he grunted, I made to leave till I realized he was talking to Isabelle who had come in a few minutes ago to sort my laundry I had insisted on doing it myself but she made it clear that she wasn't planning to loose her head because of me and besides I couldn't even leave the damn room. I watched Isabelle scurry out of the room, her head bowed low and I rolled my eyes why did they all have to be so dramatic? It's not like his eyes were made of fire or were they? The door shut behind him and when I looked at him I could swear I saw flames in there, he undid the rest of his buttons looking at me like I was dinner and he was about to have his fill. He stepped towards the bed and I instinctively shifted backwards.

"What are you doing?" I asked holding a pillow to my chest

"what do you think jattu" came his hoarse reply, he was at the tip of the bed now looking down at me with those stupid beautiful eyes, in one swift movement he took off his shirt and all I could do was stare, I stared at his tattoo which seem like a drawing of a tiger walking down a stream it stretched from his neck through his torso and I could see it disappear into the waist band of his pants, where did it stop? Did it reach his legs? And why was his body so perfectly sculpted? Don't get me wrong Alexander had a really attractive body but this felt different, like a Greek god reincarnation plus he was obviously taller and that pissed me off he didn't deserve to look this good he was supposed to be an ugly pot bellied man with wrinkles and nothing to be happy about.

I had been so lost in thought I hadn't seen him get on the bed, I scooted away from him until my back hit the headboard and I winced, my back might have healed up but it still hurts like a b***h when I moved too quickly or hit my back against headboards! What was wrong with this man. He trailed his hand up my leg and pulled me forward, I gasped and looked up at him I was right under him and I did not like that, i tried to move away but I felt like a little rabbit trying to push away a giant rock.

"If I wasn't so hard I'd make you pay for that" and with that his mouth came crashing down on mine, I couldn't breath, I did not want this stranger kissing me, I didn't want any of this and then his hands were on me everywhere, he touched my legs and my hands and my hair, his touch impatient and demanding. His tongue sort my mouth and I opened up, his mouth was hot and urgent, why did it feel so good? I didn't want this but I could feel my body responding, I could feel my n*****s tingle, I could feel my belly getting heated and my legs sleek with need. His mouth trailed my neck and he bit down hard, I whimpered and held on as he moved down my body until he reached my belly and he left tiny kisses in his wake. He raised the shirt I was wearing over my head and closed his mouth around my n****e, I moaned, his mouth felt so good I thought I would cry, his hand circled around my second n****e and he worked it so hard I was panting I didn't want him to stop I needed him inside me. I wanted this big strong man no matter how shameless that made me, he hand slid lower he pushed my shorts out of the way and slipped his hands between my legs, I wasn't wearing any panties so that was a bonus. He rubbed his fingers against my c**t and I died and came back.

"You're so wet jattu you're dripping" he groaned as he pushed two fingers inside me I gasped and arched my back, I didn't know if it was possible but I wanted to be even closer to him. If this madness continues I might find myself in a pit I had only just gotten out of.