by Fawn Bailey
“Believe what you want,” I growled at her. “Your attempts to cover up the truth won’t hide what really happened.”
I walked over to the girl, pressing my fingers to her wrist and feeling her pulse. Her eyes found mine, and I felt it again – that current between us, the thought that we could have something special, if only I hadn’t fallen for a woman that looked so much like her.
“Are you feeling alright?” I asked her, my voice rough with barely held-back anger. “Is there anything I can do?”
“N-No,” she stuttered. “I just want to get back to my room.”
“Of course,” I said, removing my hand from hers. Her pulse was starting to slow down to a normal rate. “Eva, did you see who attacked you?”
She shook her head and I cursed inwardly. “No. It was a man… someone taller, with dark hair. But he was hidden in the shadows… I couldn’t make out his face.”
“Do you think you’d recognize him if you saw him again?” I asked gently, and she raised those pretty eyes to mine.
“Maybe,” she whispered.
I nodded, getting up and shooting Freya a look. The ice blonde was still standing next to Eva, her eyes filled with a compassion I wouldn’t have credited her with.
“Can you get Eva back to her room?” I asked, and she responded with a quick nod. “Make sure she’s settled in and okay.”
“Of course, Your Highness,” she said, curtsying and helping Eva to her feet. The other girls watched in a trance while the two girls walked out of the room.
I turned back to my mother, “Let’s cut this dinner short. I’m going to try and find the bastard who did this.”
Even though I knew there wasn’t much hope of recognizing the man whom I’d only seen in the shadows, I wanted to get to the bottom of it all. I would find the sick bastard who’d tried to hurt Eva if it was the last thing I did.
“Olivier, don’t be silly,” my mother laughed. “We have to carry on with dinner. We’re only on the second course.”
“Are you serious?” I raised my eyebrows at her. “We can’t keep eating after what happened. I think everyone’s too shaken up, and I need to get to the bottom of this.”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” she waved her hand dismissively. “Just a spoiled girl making a big deal about something slightly unfortunate.”
I glared at her, fighting the urge to drive my fist through the wall.
“Mother,” I said icily. “The dinner is over.”
She pouted and opened her mouth to speak again but I’d had enough.
“Everyone out.”
My voice came out in the lowest of growls, and my mother had the good sense to take a step back at the sound of pure fury flowing from my mouth.
“Olivier, please…” she laughed nervously, looking around at the women gathered around us.
“Out. Fucking. NOW!”
My voice was booming in the now deathly quiet room, and a second later, sounds of shuffling and terrified whispers filled the room.
One by one, the girls left the dining hall, with my mother one of the first disappearing while muttering something to herself.
With only a few girls left, my gaze fixed on Amber. Her hair was let down, long and silky as opposed to Eva’s bouncy curls.
Only a few moments ago, I thought it was her who was in trouble. And what was stopping someone from hurting her?
Just like all the other girls, she was easy fucking prey.
She walked up hurriedly, her eyes never meeting mine as she attempted to walk out of the room. Her friend Zara rushed out a second before her, but when Amber tried to walk out, I stepped in her way, making her brush against me.
“No,” I growled, making her stop in her tracks, her body shivering as she stood her ground.
She didn’t say a word, blinking fast as she stared at the floor and my palm came to rest on her elbow.
“No,” I said again. “Not you. You’re fucking staying.”
10
Olivier
I could see how nervous she was; the pupils of her eyes had dilated so much the blackness swallowed up the gold of her irises.
I kept my hand on her arm, our eyes connected in a silent battle as the room emptied around us.
We were alone, and I could tell just how much that scared her. Yet she wouldn’t look away, almost tempting me to do something, to lash out, to lose control.
But I wouldn’t. I would never hurt her, and I prided myself on being able to keep my feelings in check even when my heart and mind were raging.
“Amber,” I let out in a low growl.
“Your Highness,” she whispered, her eyes still on mine, those long lashes fluttering coquettishly.
But I could sense the fear beneath, the foreboding feeling of awareness, the anticipation of the slap before it even came.
When I reached out to stroke her cheek, she flinched. And I fucking loved it.
The feeling of power I exerted over her made me feel drunk with the need to do more to her.
To ravish her, expose her to the very limits of my control, to show her all the things I wanted to do with her body.
I ran my fingertips along her jawline, and she cast her gaze downward, too frightened to look into my eyes. My fingers reached her chin and I lifted it up until her gaze connected with mine again.
“Don’t look away from me,” I growled at her, and she let out a little mewl like a helpless kitten at my mercy. “I want your eyes on me, Amber. Don’t you dare look away.”
She obeyed, keeping her eyes trained on me, though the fear she felt was ever-present, covering her skin in goose bumps and making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
I felt it all as I brushed my fingers against her creamy complexion, getting my fill of the flame-haired beauty.
I remembered Eva again, wondering how I could have possibly mistaken her for my Amber. They were alike in some ways, but so vastly different in others. And even though I’d felt a spark with Eva, it was nothing compared to the fire burning between Amber and me.
“Are you scared?” I asked her, my voice gentle as I twisted her hair around my fingers. “Are you scared of me, chérie?”
“N-No,” she stuttered, keeping her eyes trained on me. I inspected the strands of bronze and gold wrapped around my fingers, interwoven with shades of copper that made me think of the setting sun.
“Are you lying to me, Amber?” I asked, and I watched her flinch when I tugged on the long strands of her silky hair. “I know when you’re lying to me, and I don’t like it. So be honest.”
“I am being honest,” she breathed.
My eyes connected with hers yet again. Those golden eyes burned with unspoken desires.
“I’m not scared, I’m not afraid of you.”
“Why not?” I asked, my voice brimming with emotion.
I wanted her to answer, but she didn’t say a word, her eyes locking with mine and defying the urge deep within to speak out.
Do I want her to be afraid?
The question popped into my mind, and I mulled over it as I drank in Amber’s exquisite features.
There was something about fear, about the scent of it, mixing with the smell of her own arousal when she was near me. Even though she claimed she wasn’t scared of me, I knew one thing for certain.
“You should be,” I told her before tugging on her hair hard enough to send her dropping to her knees.
She cried out and landed on the floor before me in a heap, whimpering when I dragged her closer to me.
She’d have bruised knees the next day, but I wasn’t sorry.
She was so damn pliable, so obedient, I could do whatever the fuck I wanted with her needy little body, and she would accept it.
“Look up at me,” I ordered, and her eyes found mine again.
Still, she wouldn’t admit to being afraid, though I saw the hesitation, the fear lurking in her beautiful eyes. There was a shadow of doubt there, wondering whether I’d cross that line.
Hurt
her. Hit her. Make her pay for my mother’s wrongdoings.
“I don’t want you to suffer,” I told her. “Not in the way you might think.”
“But you do want me to hurt,” she bit out, and I grinned down at her kneeling form, letting my thumb wander over her lips, ghosting over the tender skin and making her mouth pop open as I forced the tip between her lips.
“Only a little bit,” I told her in a low growl. “Most of all, I want you to obey. Can you do that for me, Amber? Can you be a good girl for me and do as you’re told?”
“Yes,” she whispered, and I pushed my thumb deeper into her throat, making her choke on it.
“Yes, what?” I reminded her, withdrawing my thumb so she could answer.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Her obedience, those words and those bright golden eyes made my cock swell in my pants, throbbing with the need to replace the thumb I’d forced into her mouth.
There was an underlying darkness that wanted to prevail in our interaction, a deep need to surprise her and take away her innocence, a need that had to be sated.
Yet I denied myself the pleasure, knowing the moment wasn’t right. I exerted control over her, but more than that, I exerted control over myself.
I wouldn’t let myself slip.
I wouldn’t let myself break.
But Amber would… and damn, she could break so beautifully. After all, I’d witnessed it before. The way she let her orgasm take over was enticing, lovely, fucking enchanting.
And I couldn’t get enough.
“Take your dress off,” I ordered.
Her eyes darted around the empty room.
“Now, Amber,’ I said.
“But… what if someone comes, if –”
“That is not your concern. Your concern is to please me. Take your dress off, right now.”
She pushed to her feet, her nerves playing so nicely in her eyes. She turned around slowly, tottering in her heels and exposing her back for me to undo the zipper.
I pulled it down, exposing her gorgeous, toned back, letting my fingers wander, and I loved every little breath that escaped her lips as I unveiled her body.
She reached for the straps of her dress, sliding them over her shoulders with her back still turned to me. She wasn’t wearing a bra, just black panties that exposed the sexy curve of her ass. They were a mesh fabric, and I could see the lines of her body beneath it. It only made my cock twitch harder.
“Fucking beautiful,” I growled into her ear as she let the dress fall, pooling in an intense blue heap at her feet.
She stepped out and reached down to undo her heels, but I stopped her with a firm hand on her wrist.
She raised her questioning eyes to mine, and I groaned, “Keep them on. You’ll be holding onto them later.”
Amber shivered at my words, but before she had a chance to reply, I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her up. She yelped as I sat her ass down on the cold wood of the dining table, sweeping everything that was left on it off with my free hand.
The sound of cutlery hitting the floor and glass breaking filled the air, the silence between us ending with a clash. She gasped, whispering my name when I laid her on her back.
Her tits were exposed to me now, sweet mounds topped with the most beautiful rosy pink nipples. They were enticing, tempting me to put my mouth on them, to taste their sweetness.
Her pussy was covered by the panties, but I could fucking smell how aroused she was.
I wanted to taste her. Every inch of her, every fucking drop of juice from her cunt, every dribbling bit of cream once I was done with her.
I let my hands linger over her hips, touching the fabric of her panties and making her let out the sweetest little noises that only served to make my cock bulge hard in my pants.
With one fluid motion, I ripped the panties off her shaking body, throwing them to the ground. Even in that short moment, I had felt how wet the fabric had been, soaked with her need for me.
“Please don’t hurt me.”
The words came like a punch to the gut, and I turned my eyes to hers, now filled with fear and the desperate need to protect herself. Her hands and arms covered up her body to shield it from my prying eyes.
“Are you afraid now, chérie?” I let out in a low growl, watching her eyes grow wide and fearful. “Are you fucking afraid of me yet?”
She didn’t answer, her bottom lip trembling as I pulled her arms apart to expose that sweet body again.
“Look at you,” I marveled. “That fucking body is to die for. Don’t ever hide it from me. I’m going to look at it every-fucking-time I want to. Do you understand?”
She nodded as I undid my belt and zipper, pulling out my engorged cock. She gasped at the sight of it. Gasped again when I touched it to her thigh, her nails digging into the hard wood of the table.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, the eagerness of her voice eliciting a laugh from me.
“Already begging, huh?” I asked. “I have to say, I thought you’d last longer, chérie … At least until I had my cock in one of your eager little holes.”
She whimpered, and I reveled in the sound of it, in the sight of her squirming body on the table making me throb in my hand.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, and I felt precum leaking from my tip all over my fingers.
How was I supposed to fight it?
Who in their right mind would say no to her?
I sure as fuck wouldn’t.
I positioned my cock at her dripping entrance. She’d kept her pussy shaved, and I loved the forbidden nature of it.
“Wait,” she managed to get out, and my eyes found hers, silently imploring her to go on and explain herself.
She bit her bottom lip, teeth digging into the skin as she whispered, “What if someone finds out?”
“I don’t give a shit,” I muttered. “Let them all know.”
With those words, I sank my length in her pussy.
She gasped when I entered her. Those sweet sounds escaping her lips only made me harder, and even if she'd begged me to stop, I wasn't sure I could have done it.
Her cunt welcomed me home, wrapping around me with its soaking wetness and enveloping me in a tight embrace that threatened to never let go.
I knew then, balls deep inside her, that the competition was a complete and utter fucking charade. I'd tried to stay true to my father's wishes, to do as he'd asked me on his deathbed. I'd been trying to give all the girls a chance, to be fair to them all and get to know them. But the truth was, I knew from the beginning which girl was going to be walking down the aisle to meet me before the altar.
Amber had no competition. Amber was the one who could get me on one knee right at that instant.
"Amber Jonathan," I groaned, my hands going to her hips and pulling her against me, her body shivering against mine and her nipples tightening against my chest. "I'm going to marry you at the end of this. Do you know that?"
"Yes," she whispered, her arms going around my neck and embracing me, holding me close like I was her lifeline, my cock buried deep inside her.
Her breaths were short and ragged, and she needed a moment to adjust herself as I throbbed inside her. "I want you to, Your Highness. Please tell me you pick me."
"I pick you," I growled in her ear.
Her pussy wanted to hear it as much as Amber did, and the moment the words left my lips I felt her squeezing me, tightening around my cock and eager for more. I was oozing precum, needy, crazy, wild for her and everything she symbolized.
Freedom. Happiness. Love.
She was everything I'd ever wanted, and I'd been a fool to pretend it wasn't so. But it wasn't too late. I could tell the court now. I could say fuck it to tradition and put Amber on the throne, right in my lap where she fucking belonged.
As if reading my thoughts, she whispered, "We can't tell anyone."
"Why not?" I asked, smoothing down her hair.
I was just barely rocking her body again
st mine, too lost in my own thoughts to fuck her, too afraid of the force I wanted to take her with to give her what we both so desperately wanted.
"I want to tell the world you're mine. I want everyone to know I pick you, chérie."
"Don't," she begged in a strained whisper. "You need to go through with this... I don't want anyone to hate me."
I thought of her friend, pretty, clumsy Zara who'd charmed me with her knowledge and goofy personality.
I thought of the other girls while I was inside my girl. Charming, beautiful Freya. Mysterious, gorgeous Asya. The stunning Kendy who revealed nothing of herself.
It was torture. Torture having to spend time with them when all I wanted was right beneath me, squeezing her cunt for me like the perfect little whore.
"I'll decide," I growled at her. "But for now, you'd better spread your legs for me, chérie. I want to watch my cock going inside that sweet little pussy. I want to watch you coming on it."
She whimpered but obeyed the command. Her legs fell open around me and our foreheads touched as we looked down, at my monstrous cock in her tight, smooth little cunt that welcomed and fit me so perfectly. I groaned at the sight of it, watching my cock throb inside her.
"I won't last long," I growled in Amber's ear. "You're milking it, chérie."
"I'm not doing anything," she whispered in response. "But I will now..."
With those words, her pussy contracted, torturing me exquisitely and making me groan out loud at the feeling of being squeezed for dear life.
"You like that?" she whispered, her nails digging into my skin. "You like it when I try to get it out of you, Your Highness?"
"Get it all out," I ordered. "Milk my cock, chérie. Are you on protection?"
She looked right into my eyes, grinned and whispered, "No."
It only made me want her even more.
The thought of fucking her like this, in plain sight, with nothing between us, made me forget all about the rules. Someone could walk in at any second, yet I didn't give a shit. If I knocked her up, she'd be a blushing bride sooner than she thought, and the thought spurred me on, making me lie her on her back and start fucking her with all my might.