by Madison Faye
I ignored her, but I could feel Emilia turn to glance back.
The woman hissed. “Is this little brat bother—”
I whirled, fury on my face as my teeth ground together.
“Madam,” I spat. “You will mind your tongue.”
Her face paled, but she just kept going. “Highness, I only mean that this little brat is only one of the help, and if she’s pestering you—”
“You will mind your tongue when you are speaking to my bride to be!” I roared the words this time, she went even paler as her mouth clamped shut. Her eyes darted to Emilia, shooting daggers at her, but I only pulled us away, and headed for the car, leaving the miserable woman behind.
I’d have justice for the way they’d treated Emilia. But that would come later. For now, I just needed to take her away from there.
“Come, angel,” I whispered, opening the car door for her. I leaned down, kissing her softly, ignoring the shocked gasps from her stepmother and stepsisters ogling from the front door.
“Let’s go home.”
Chapter 11
Emilia
Steam swirled around me, followed by the softest, whitest, cleanest towel I’d ever felt. After that came his arms, circling me and pulling me tight to his bare, dripping wet, gorgeous body.
He’d teased me in the huge marble and chrome shower, not letting me touch him but keeping me right on the edge with his fingers and his tongue. I’d wanted him to take me right there against the marble wall with the shower spray running down our bodies, but Rian had only shaken his head, grinning wickedly at me as he’d kept the soft teasing going.
“Soon,” he’d whispered in my ear, making me gasp as he’d let a finger slip over my pussy and circle my clit.
Now, out of the shower, my whole body buzzed with anticipation and the raw need for him.
“I want you,” I whispered fiercely in his ear, gasping as his hands slid down to grab my ass tightly.
“Mmm, I don’t know,” he growled. He was still teasing me. “Perhaps we should wait until we’re married.”
I groaned, and he chuckled as his lips brushed my ear. “Or I could carry you to my bed, spread you across it and fuck you like the queen you are.”
“That,” I gasped. “I vote for that.”
“Greedy girl,” he growled, yanking my towel away and pulling my bare body tight to his. I whimpered, feeling my skin on his, my nipples dragging across his muscled, masculine chest. I could feel his thick cock throbbing against me, nestled between my thighs and pulsing against my pussy like an impossible to ignore promise of what was to come.
I moaned as he picked me up, sweeping me out of the huge, gilded bathroom attached to his private quarters and into the bedroom. An enormous, all-white bed stood in the center of the room, with flickering candles all around it. I kissed him hungrily, feeling his muscles ripple and clench as he strode across the floor.
I shrieked as he flung me across the bed, giggling in delight as I went tumbling across the sheets. But when he started to climb up after me, stalking towards me like a jungle cat looking for his prey, my laughter turned to heated gasps.
His hands skimmed up my legs, gripping my thighs and pushing them apart. I blushed as he opened me for his gaze, his eyes trailing eagerly up my bare skin until they looked at my glistening wet pussy.
“Mine,” he groaned, moving in. When his tongue dragged ever so lightly and teasingly over my lips, I cried out. He repeated the move, his powerful tongue sliding up over my pussy, parting my folds as he pushed it deep. He groaned into me, this rumbling, masculine need for me as he tasted me.
His fingers dug into my skin, and my back arched as he teased his tongue higher, letting it bump over my aching clit and making me cry out. He swirled it over my little nub, sending electric heat through my body that had me arching from the bed. His tongue dipped low again, teasing over my opening before moving even lower.
My eyes went wide, a flush burning my cheeks as his hands gripped my ass and spread me wide. I felt his breath across my most intimate place, and when his tongue touched me there, I trembled in pleasure.
“Oh God, Your High—”
“Uh-uh, my love,” he groaned. “We’re using names now. Now that I know yours, I’m cherishing it.”
“Rian,” I whispered.
“Emilia,” he groaned, dipping his tongue back down and letting it swirl over my asshole. I whimpered in pleasure, melting into the bed as his wicked tongue teased me there and his thumb rolled over my clit. He worked it faster, his thumb rubbing my clit harder as his amazing tongue teased my little ring, pushing the tip against it until the sheer naughtiness of it almost pushed me over the edge.
He moved back to my clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently as his tongue batted back and forth. Pleasure erupted through me, my entire body on fire for him.
“Rian!”
“Come, angel. Come for me. I want to taste your sweet fucking cum when you flood my mouth with it. I want to taste you running down my fucking chin when this perfect little pussy comes so sweetly for me. So come, angel. Fucking come for me.”
I screamed, back arching as the explosion tore through me. White light and fire burned across my vision and my brain, electrifying me as his mouth pushed me shattering into my orgasm. I clung to him, my hands tightening in his hair and my hips rolling against his mouth until I collapsed on the bed.
But my King wasn’t done with me.
Not even close.
Rian slid up, spreading my legs around his muscled hips as he moved between them. I moaned, feeling his huge, thick cock head nestle at my entrance, pulsing against me.
“Open up, angel,” he groaned. “Wrap those pretty thighs around me and open up so I can slide my cock home. Because your sweet little cunt is my home now, and it’s where every inch of this cock belongs now.”
He eased in, and pleasure exploded through me. I threw my head back, crying out and clinging so tightly to him as he slowly drove in. His thickness spread me wide, stretching me so wonderfully as he slowly filled me. I grabbed his chiseled jaw, pulling him down and kissing him fiercely as he growled into me.
Tattoo ink and hardened muscles rippled under my fingertips as he pushed deeper, sliding inch after glorious inch into me until suddenly, he was in to the hilt. He groaned, flexing and making his thick cock twitch and jump inside of me, making me coo in pleasure.
“This little cunt was made for my cock, my Queen,” Rian groaned. “It was made to stretch so tight around my thickness, and to milk my length like that like you can’t fucking wait for me to fill you with my cum.”
I moaned, kissing him as he pulled back. He left just the head inside before he drove right back in, making me scream in pleasure as he filled me to the brim with one stoke. I felt like he was pinning me to the bed with his big dick — like he was nailing me right to the sheets with that gorgeous cock.
He moved against me, hips rolling, abs rippling, and muscles clenching as his cock pistoned in and out. His hand slid between us, fingers rolling over my clit as I writhed and moaned under him, feeling the heat build hotter and hotter.
“Fuck, Emilia,” Rian groaned. “You feel like fucking heaven. Your sweet little pussy feels so fucking perfect gripping my cock like that.”
“I’m— oh fuck, Rian—”
“Come for me, greedy girl. Come for me and make that eager little cunt milk the cum from my balls. Make me come with you, beautiful. Make me fill that pussy with every drop until I make a mess of you all over again. Fucking come for me.”
It was like a bomb exploding deep inside of me — a hot, silken, fiery bomb that detonated through every part of me. I screamed, my legs and my arms clamping around him as the orgasm shattered through me. His mouth crushed to mine, stealing the moans from my lips as I came over and over, pleasure melting through me.
Rian’s big cock plunged in and out of me, fucking me hard and fast right through my climax until suddenly, he followed me over. He roared, burying e
very inch deep inside as his heavy balls slapped my ass. I could feel him pulse, his muscles clenching before suddenly his hot come exploded into me. I cried out, another climax ripping through me as I felt jet after hot sticky jet of his cum splash inside of me, until I could feel it dripping out from where we joined.
I lost myself in that next kiss, locking my lips to his until I remembered I had to breathe at some point.
“Remind me how or why I ran from this before?” I murmured, biting my lip as he grinned and kissing my neck slowly.
“Maybe I’ve fallen for a crazy girl.”
“I think you have,” I murmured.
“Perfect,” he whispered into my ear. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He rolled his hips, letting me feel just how hard he still was as he pulled free of me. I whimpered, feeling his hot cum trickle out of me as I started to roll over.
I heard Rian growl though, and suddenly, I felt his hands stop me.
“Come here,” he groaned thickly from behind me. “Let me see, angel.”
I blushed as I felt him lift my hips, raising my ass in the air with my chest and my knees still on the bed. I could feel his hand skim over my ass, and his eyes over my freshly-fucked pussy, knowing he could see all of me, and see the cum dripping from me.
“Rian—”
“You stay just like that,” he hissed, and suddenly, I felt him move on the bed. I gasped as I felt his throbbing hard cock tease against me, and when his hands slid up to grab my hips possessively, heat flooded through me.
“Yes,” I whimpered as I felt him groan and ease his big cock against my lips. He pushed in, grunting as he slid in easily through his own cum. My whole body came alive again, my skin tingling and my heart racing as he grabbed my hips, centered himself, and drove right back inside of me.
I cried out, feeling him fill me to the hilt like that. He’d taken me just before, but this time, it felt like he was claiming me.
Rian groaned, his powerful hands tight on my hips and his fingers digging wonderfully into my skin. He drew back, making me ache for more before he suddenly drove in, plunging his cock deep inside. I screamed in pleasure, gripping the sheets in my fists as my gorgeous, dominant King started to fuck me hard. His huge, thick cock drove into me again and again, his heavy balls slapping my clit with every thrust as I writhed in pleasure.
“Fuck that cock, angel,” he groaned, easing back. “Let me see how much you want it. Let me see you fuck me with that sweet little pussy.”
Heat flooded my face. Yeah, no one had ever spoken to me like that. No sex had ever been anything close to this, and no man had ever made my heart race or my body ache like this. I whimpered, biting my lip as I thrust back, driving down onto his huge cock and feeling every inch plunge inside.
“Just like that,” he grunted. His hand came down with a sharp smack on my ass, sending heat and pleasure erupting through me. I felt myself clench tighter around his girth, my pulse racing as I started to thrust back harder and faster, crying out and moaning in pleasure as he filled me again and again.
His hand came down on my ass again, making me scream in pleasure. His fingers tightened on me and he took me over again, grabbing my hips possessively as his cock plunged in and out of me. He crouched above me, fucking me hard and deep, giving me every inch and sending more ecstasy roaring through me than I’d ever felt before.
“I know you want to come for me, angel,” he groaned. “Let me feel it. Let me feel that pretty little pussy come for me again. Fuck, Emilia, I’ll never get tired of feeling you. I’ll never get tired of listening to the sounds you make when you’re so close like this. And I’ll never get tired of making this tight little cunt come for me. So fucking come for me, beautiful. Come for me and be mine.”
He drove in, his heavy, cum-filled balls slapping my clit, and suddenly, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I cried out, screaming into the sheets as the orgasm absolutely exploded through me. Blinding ecstasy shattered through me, sending me reeling, making my toes curl and my moans of pleasure thunder through the bedroom as his big cock fucked me right through the whole thing.
Rian slid deep, and suddenly, I could feel him explode. He roared, pulling out and stroking his cock against my skin. Hot, thick spurts of his sticky cum jetted across my ass, trickling over my skin and splashing against my tight little hole. He groaned, more of his hot cum splashing out against my pussy and my clit, covering me with his seed until the both of us collapsed onto the bed.
Rian pulled me into his arms, holding me tight to him as our hearts raced.
“I think you need another bath,” he chuckled darkly into my ear, making me grin as I snuggled into him.
“I think I might be needing a lot of baths here,” I giggled.
Rian kissed my neck. “In the interest of saving water then, I better do that once more before we take that bath.”
I gasped as he shifted, feeling his still-hard cock press into me.
“Are you… really?”
“Angel,” he groaned into my ear. “I think you’ll find that when it comes to you, I will always be hard.”
I moaned as I shifted, parting my legs slightly and feeling his cock brush against my pussy.
“Lucky me,” I moaned softly.
“Come here, beautiful,” he groaned, pulling me on top of him as he rolled onto his back. “I’m going to make a mess of you all over again.”
Chapter 12
Rian
“This is happening,” I said with finality, rapping my desk with my knuckles.
Tomilson frowned. “Sire, I really must—”
“It’s happening, Tomilson,” I growled, eyeing him. “You’ve always been loyal, and you’ve had my back for more than most even know, but I need you behind me on this one.”
His mouth snapped shut, but I could still see the steam coming out of his ears. It was the morning after that first night with Emilia, and I’d just told Tomilson, along with Adam and Shane, about her. My friends had, of course, been happy for me — shaking my hand and congratulating me on finding her. Tomilson however, was still very much stuck on this idea of the Princess Jin.
I knew he wanted the best for me, but I needed him to drop that track he was on and get with what was going to be happening. Because I’d made my decision, and no part of me could even fathom a world where it didn’t happen this way.
I was going to marry Emilia. That very next day. That was the other thing Tomilson had freaked about — that there was simply no way he could put together a royal wedding fitting of the occasion in time.
“Then don’t,” I’d growled. I didn’t need fanfare or a big to-do. Fuck, I didn’t want that, and I knew Emilia didn’t either. We just needed each other, rings, a witness or two and someone to perform the ceremony. That’s all. And after that, she’d be mine. My Queen.
“Thoughts?”
I glanced at Adam and Shane, who grinned back at me. The two of them were still staying in my palace while visiting for the ball. Though, they were still being cagey about where the hell they’d disappeared to at that ball. I knew I was hardly one to talk, but the two of them had been ghosts even after it was over until well into the next day.
“My opinion?” Adam shrugged, folding his inked arms over his muscled chest. “My opinion is if you don’t marry this girl, you’re an idiot.” He glanced at Shane. “Also, we’ll kick the shit out of you for being an idiot.”
I grinned. “Perfect.”
“Sire, I know you’ve made up your mind, but—”
“I have,” I muttered, glaring at him.
“Princess Jin and her family have a lot to offer in terms of royal alliances, not to mention trade deals, and political—”
“Tomilson.”
My voice sliced through the air like a blade, and he shut up.
“My word is final, and I don’t want to hear another bit about Princess Jin. Please thank her and her family for attending the ball, and if they’d like to speak on trade
deals that are not attached to marriages as if we live in the middle ages, I’m happy to sit down with them. If not, that’s their decision.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Emilia is the only one I want, and I’m making her my Queen tomorrow. That is final. Understood?”
Tomilson pursed his lips before nodding curtly. “Understood, Your Highness.”
He turned on his heel, marched out of the room, and closed the door to my study behind him.
Shane chuckled. “Dude that guy would drive me nuts.”
I smiled. “Tomilson is…he has my best interest in mind, he just gets stuck in his ways.”
“Well, too bad for Princess Jin,” Adam said sarcastically.
“You want me to put you in touch?” I shrugged. “I can see if she’s interested in douchebags from Nessa who someone mistakenly gave a crown to?”
“Har har har.” Adam gave me the finger as Shane laughed. “Not interested, but thanks.”
“Hey, she’s very pretty.”
“I’m sure she is,” Adam, shrugged. “But I’m fine.”
I shrugged. “Shane? Want a date? Apparently it comes with trade deals.”
My other friend chuckled as he leaned against my desk. “Nah, I’m good too. Thanks.”
I frowned at the two of them, my eyes darting between them. It’s not like Adam or Shane were real playboys or anything. As much as they made fun of me for it, they were just as busy and just as focused on their kingdom as I was with mine. And I knew neither of them really had time for seeing women. That said, even if was mostly joking, I’d been talking about a date. Dinner or something, not sleeping with this princess.
The two of them had turned me down quite quickly, and it had my interest piqued.
“What’s going on with you two?” My eyes narrowed, my fingers raking over my jaw.
The two McDermott Princes eyed me right back.
“Nothing,” Adam muttered hastily.
“Yeah, what the fuck are you talking about?” Shane mumbled, also too quickly. Too defensively.