The Proposal Problem: A Billionaire Royal Hangover Romance

by Natalie Knight

  "Fuck, Leo, yes, you're all I want. You're all I ever want. Fuck."

  I bring my hands up to massage her tits, and this is it, this will send me over my own cliff. She's riding her waves and it's time to let myself go.

  I pound in and out of her ass at a frenetic pace, almost unable to stop myself as I feel my balls tighten. After she comes, it’s too fucking hard to resist just plowing into her like this.

  The gentle arch of her back is magnified by the fact that she's trying to clutch onto the stone wall. She's trying to steady herself and her nails search for any little edge to cling to as her body convulses in pleasure.

  I push in again and Sienna's just moaning in ecstasy.

  Her wild moans turn me on so goddamn much. I know her pleasure is higher than it’s ever been before and that she'll never forget this moment, or regret it. This is what she wants, my ultimate domination.

  And I give it to her. I slide in and out more gently now, trying to pull myself back to draw out the moment and not come too quickly, but it’s not easy. I just want to unload inside her right the fuck now.

  "Rub your clit," I demand, and she happily does so to release even more of the pent-up sensations coursing through her body.

  She fingers herself, and I've got a firm hold on her tits, hanging onto her while I continue to drill into her from behind. The idea of owning Sienna Reid in this way is like my deepest, darkest dream.

  "Leo, I'm gonna come again."

  "Wait for me baby. We'll come together."

  A few more pushes of my cock into her tight ass and her whole body is shaking yet again. I push and I pound as I rail her so fucking hard. Her tight ass is just too good. I want to extend this but I also need to give both of us the relief our bodies crave.

  "Now?" She practically begs to be let loose.

  "Now, baby. Come for me."

  She lets go, and so do I as I pump so much of my essence into her that it feels like gallons of cum are pouring out of my body. I pound into her through my release, and she's just spent. I bite down on her shoulder as the last of my orgasm rips through me, and her sexy little cry makes my cock twitch deep inside of her. We stay like that a moment while both our heartbeats calm.

  The water glides over half my body. I pull out of her gently and release my tight grip on her, pulling her under the stream of water so it cascades over her back.

  She looks so beautiful and so tired, like she might pass out right here in my arms. I hold her upright and pour fragrant soap all over her body and mine. I clean every part of her gingerly. She's been through a lot and now I want to take care of her.

  She turns towards me and gazes into my eyes with a look of wonder.

  "Was that good, baby?" I murmur.

  She smiles and laughs a little. "Understatement of the year. I must've come a thousand times."

  "It certainly felt like it," I say as I massage her tits in my hands. "You know you're perfect, right? Your body is just..."

  I trail off. I don’t even know how to describe what a goddess she is. No one has ever sexually fulfilled me like she does. I don’t want to admit it, but she’s getting under my skin, making me think and feel things I don’t want. But it’s there. I can’t deny it.

  So I don’t, but I also don’t want to think too much about it. Instead, I pull her back under the water and rinse her off, wanting nothing more than to take her to my bed and keep her there forever.

  17

  Sienna

  Leo rinses me off and wraps me up in towels, making sure I feel warm after that marathon session in the shower. He leaves me alone to brush out my hair. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and wonder who's looking back at me.

  I've let this heartbreaker back into my life. It's not really a choice is it, when the guy buys you for a month? I'm glad I don't have to go out with any other men, at least for the time being. I really can't imagine it anymore...being with someone other than Leo, even for a date.

  But this is bad, it worries me. I'm getting in too deep. I'll get hurt.

  Suddenly I feel like I'm drowning in a flood of conflicting emotions and I don't know how to get out of it. I need to breathe. I need air.

  I don’t hear him in the bedroom, so I push open the bathroom door and cross to the balcony off the bedroom, going outside to soak in the vibrant Vegas air. The city hums below me, full of noise and lights and sin, but I'm in the penthouse, on top of the world. I should feel privileged, right? I do. I mean, I'm grateful for him, I guess, but I'm also disposable and that realization cuts like a knife.

  "Sienna, are you okay?" Leo must have come back into the bedroom because he's calling through the door.

  I take a deep breath and step away from the balcony railing.

  "Yeah, I'm fine. I just needed some air."

  I take another deep breath to try to calm the array of emotions that are swirling within me, making me feel simultaneously excited but nervous about the future. I can only play house with him like this for so long. Then he'll ditch me and I'll have to escort around town, all the time watching him from afar with his latest conquest.

  I can't do it. That can't be my life. I've gotta get off this rollercoaster, and that means shutting down all feelings and breaking my threads of connection to Leo. It's just physical, right? I can handle that. It's fine. I’m strong.

  I drop the towels to the floor as I step back inside and join him in bed. He's waiting with a glass of wine for me, scotch for him.

  "It's getting late," he says.

  "Yeah." I take a sip of win then put the glass on the night table and curl up next to him.

  His body and his breathing always calm me down. I think I might've had a panic attack out there. For a moment, the earth stood still and I couldn't breathe. But something about being in his presence is soothing, like he's big enough to contain all my shit. Like nothing about me would ever scare him off.

  I relax into that intimate feeling and fall asleep. Leo's entire body is curled around mine. I dream of a time when we can be together with nothing between us. It's a deep sleep.

  And yet, something wakes me. Those same old fears are plaguing my mind.

  What if I get hit with anguish again? It took me years to recover from him. I was finally finding my footing, my new life and now this comes out of nowhere. I'm back in bed with the enemy.

  I take my wine glass from earlier and drink it all down to calm the anxiety. Then I look over at Leo's sleeping profile. He's so hot, boyish innocence softening his hard edges in sleep.

  I decide the best way to quell any nagging fears is to embrace the moment. And what better way then to take advantage of the hot, naked body lying next to me? I crawl under the covers and start sucking his cock, licking up and down his shaft with long, slow strokes of my tongue before wrapping my lips around him and creating the tight, we suction that drives him crazy. I want him to wake up with my mouth wrapped around him. His cock rises to my touch before he does.

  It doesn’t take long for him to wake with a start. He pulls my face up from his now hard cock to meet his eyes. He looks at me, his expression unreadable, and then kisses me.

  I pull back. "Leo, I'm worried."

  "About what?" he says groggily.

  "I don't know. About the future, I guess."

  "It's okay, baby. I promise. There's nothing that could go wrong. My plan is full proof."

  My heart sinks. He’s talking about our fake relationship. Of course he is. Why would I think this has turned into anything else for him? I’m setting myself up for heartbreak all over again if I forget for even a minute that this is all a game.

  I try to forget about it. It’s not hard to do when he rolls me over and pins me under his hard body. He spreads my legs, and without delay or hesitation, pushes his cock all the way in. I'm already wet from sucking him off, so he slides right in. I watch as he spreads my legs wider and then I wrap them around his toned waist.

  We fuck slowly this time, and I swear there's a connection. I know he must fee
l it, too. It can't just be me. You can’t fake this sort of thing, can you?

  He moves his body, rocking into me at a slow, steady pace. And the rhythmic waves start to pull from deep within my pussy. Heat rises and my orgasm builds fast. I come hard all around his cock, biting the pillow to muffle my cry.

  "I want to see you." He pulls my face forward so that he's gazing into my eyes, penetrating my soul, my body, everything.

  There's nothing to hide and nowhere to run. He sees me.

  And I guess I'm done running from this. If he hurts me, so be it. I'll live. I've gotten through it before. What's stopping me now? All I know is that I have to submit to this thing with him. I can’t hide from it anymore. I have to let it be and stop fighting against what everything in my nature is telling me to do.

  He slides in and out, taking his time, fucking me at a leisurely pace, and I try to memorize every second of it. This a different side of Leo, and I love it. I move my hips to try to take him deeper, wanting to be as close as we can possibly be.

  Eventually, after tearing through my soul with his eyes, he flips me over and thrusts into me from behind. The tip of his cock is hitting me just right, teasing my throbbing G-spot. It feels so fucking good.

  "Tell me what I need to hear," he says.

  I'm silent save for the moans that escape me.

  "Tell me."

  I resist, and he torments me over and over again. Finally, he's too strong and he wins. I simply have to come.

  "I'm yours, Leo. There's no other."

  As soon as I say it, he rocks harder and harder into me. He’s done being gentle. I let myself go and I come harder than before, my entire body quaking from the intensity. Blackness falls over me for a moment, and I know he's releasing into me but I'm so sated I’m hardly aware of it.

  I lean my head down onto the sheets and try to catch my breath.

  He slaps my ass and says, "Good girl."

  We're both totally spent, but where's the love?

  He casually leans over and takes his scotch. I watch him rest against the pillows, one arm behind his head.

  I turn over and wipe the sticky cum, both of our mingled juices, off my legs with the sheets. I crawl towards him and take the scotch from his hands.

  "I need something...stronger."

  He gazes at me like I'm his little plaything and nothing more. He knows he's got me wrapped around his fucking finger and I'm not sure if I love it or I hate it.

  We finish the scotch together and then I let him wrap his body around mine once more. I'm a prisoner in the cage that is Leo, and yet it feels so safe. Are my instincts off or is something more happening here?

  I just don’t know. That was so different, so intense, and not in the way it usually is with him. It felt like that was more than just sex, yet now here he is acting like it wasn’t anything different.

  Pulling the dark grey sheets around my body, and feeling the weight of Leo's measured breathing around me makes me feel somehow at home, like I've found my place. Do I dare dream that this could be my reality?

  This is me getting in deeper, choosing to fly rather than run. I hope I come out unscathed.

  Being with Leo for at least the next month is all I have to count on. Either he'll prove to be that same old heartbreaker, or something new and undiscovered will emerge where I get to see a new depth to him.

  I'm hoping that's he's changed, that he'd never hurt me again, but until I know for sure which way the pendulum will swing, all I have to rely on is his steady breathing and the solid way he's been changing my life.

  There's a season for everything and maybe now is my time for something new. I just pray this whole prostitution ring accusation falls by the wayside and that I come out with something besides a broken heart.

  For now, all I know is that I'm stronger now then I was back then, and no matter what Leo Asher does to me, I'll find a way to come out on top.

  18

  Leo

  Sienna and I have just had another wild night of passion.

  The dawn is still a couple hours away, and I get up and make myself a drink, then stand and stare out the window looking over the city. I need something to calm down the fury of emotions assaulting me. I still can't see clearly where I stand in terms of Sienna.

  Yes, I can't stand the idea of seeing her with someone else. But does that have to mean anything? I'm perfectly happy in my bachelorhood and I’m not seeking to change anything.

  Unable to go back to sleep after she woke me up with her mouth on my cock, which then turned into something completely unexpected, I decide to get in a quick workout to tame the emotions that are still wrecking my brain.

  I go to my private gym in the penthouse and I pump up the music and dive right into my regular routine lifting weights. This is how I maintain my physique, and exercising always calms me down and provides clarity.

  I deadlift and do the pull-ups and bench presses that mark my early morning routine nearly every day. All the while the night's events are playing in my mind.

  I'm going through everything that happened, reliving every moment of it, just wondering how I got into this mess. Where did I go wrong? Didn't I take care to avoid this exact scenario? Wasn't I set on keeping her at a safe distance?

  I hit the treadmill and run a quick three miles. This really gets me in the zone, and as I run, I imagine all the negativity leaving my body with each stride. I have to make sense of this tonight. I can no longer hide from what's going on.

  I hit the lights and leave the gym and head straight to the shower. As I walk by the bed, I see her hair and face lit up in the moonlight. Seeing her in my bed does something to me. I never allow a woman to stay the night, and now Sienna is living here, spending every night with me. And for reasons I can’t even begin to voice, I like it. A lot.

  This woman is everything.

  She’s stunning when she sleeps and when she's awake. And more than that, she has a beautiful soul. Sienna's a good person, always has been.

  She’s fiery and independent and determined. And even when she was so much higher than me in the upper echelon of society, she never acted for a moment like it mattered.

  Sitting beside her, I take my time to watch her sleep. There's a pull of emotion between us that I can't deny. But maybe it's just the result of an unfinished past? Maybe we need closure. I don't know.

  Finally, I get up and hit the shower. I stand there for a little bit letting the hot water relax my tense muscles and then wash off and get ready for the day. It'll be all business as usual now.

  She's still sleeping as it's now only six am. I walk past her wearing nothing but my pants and go to the kitchen to refuel and get some coffee. Maybe she'd like a cappuccino in bed?

  I walk to the window once again and overlook the glittering lights that are fading in the dawn's arrival. The city that never sleeps always seems most unusual in the morning. All the debauchery of the night is over and people rise hungover and wondering what transpired the night before.

  I never let myself get that out of control. I know my limits and I respect them. While others come to Vegas for a wild time, I live here and see that wildness all the time. I've made it my mission to be a force to be reckoned with in this town and yet I feel so self-conscious with Sienna.

  It's as if all my wealth, and fame, and power does nothing to elevate me in her eyes. I think she sees me for who I really am, just as she's always done.

  This makes me uneasy to know that the impenetrable fortress I've carefully constructed around myself can so easily be torn down by one piercing look from her golden eyes.

  I make an espresso from the machine built into the wall and I spike it with a little bit of whiskey, to you know, get the day started right.

  I stare out upon the view but I still don't feel better, despite my morning ritual. I feel moody and brooding and nothing can lift this fog.

  I think about when I first met Sienna. She was so young then and yet equally as free-spirited. She took my breath away d
uring that first visit home with Jax.

  "This is my sister," he said dismissively, flippantly, in passing.

  There was nothing about Sienna that I could dismiss, though.

  And it was all over from there. I'm not sure there's been a day since that I haven't thought about her. And here she is back in my life, back in my bed.

  She and I were friends before anything. I'll never forget those carefree days of getting to know each other. I hung around her mansion a lot.

  I used the pretense of being Jax's friend but it was really all about her.

  She and I were always attracted to each other. There's always been this heat between us that is still palpable today. Neither of us can deny that spark. I took her virginity and then her brother told me what he really thought of me.

  That I wasn’t good enough for his sister. That I was just trying to play games and see if I could fuck a rich girl. That I’d never amount to anything worthy of Sienna Reid.

  It was a betrayal of our friendship. We’d been like brothers.

  And instead of standing up to him for Sienna, for us, I left. I never felt worthy of her. She was this beautiful social butterfly. Her wealthy family had rank and power. And here I was, this young guy from the wrong side of the tracks. I never thought I’d fit in but I also never counted on falling in love with Sienna.

  I essentially abandoned her after taking her virginity, and I wonder how she perceived that? She must have thought I was an asshole who walked out on her as soon as I got what I wanted. But that wasn't the case at all. I ran away for fear of not being good enough, fear that her very own brother put voice to.

  And I’ve spent every day since trying to build my fortune and become a man worthy of her.

  All of this dawns on me like a lightning bolt.

  I realize so clearly now how everything I've done, all of my accomplishments, were all for her. I’ve been desperate to feel worthy and to put myself in a place in society that would match hers. That would make me good enough this time.