by Alexa Riley
“Fuck me, Vlad. I need your cock to fill me.”
I sit up and slide my steel-hard cock back into her warm embrace. It’s almost painful, how tight she is, and for a second I bottom out inside of her and feel my balls press against her lush ass.
She moans loudly, and I do it again, unable to deny her any longer. I grip her hips that have spread as her belly has grown. The round curves of her body are perfect to hold on to.
I watch as she runs a finger over one of her nipples and wets it with her cream. Then she brings it to my mouth, and I hungrily suck it off. It’s like gasoline has been poured on fire, and I’m an animal gone wild. I thrust harder and harder until Tabitha is clawing my chest and screaming out another orgasm.
Plunging inside one last time, I follow her over the edge into paradise. Thick jets of cum fill her pussy to the point that it drips down the side. She can’t hold all that I have to give her, and I watch it spread between us. The sight is filthy and only turns me on all over again.
“You did that on purpose,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
Tabitha laughs and gives me a wicked smile.
I lie down beside her and pull her into me. I nestle her against my chest and then throw my leg over hers while my hand rests possessively on her belly.
“Mine,” I say, and nibble on her shoulder.
“One of these days I might not like your caveman behavior so much.” She wiggles her ass against me, and I give it a little spank.
“Wanna bet?” I move my lips to her neck and then kiss a trail back to her shoulder.
“I’d never bet against you. You’d cheat.”
“You’re probably right. There’s no way I’d take a chance on losing anything to do with you. You’re my world, and you’re about to make it even better.” I rub her belly again and close my eyes. “I love you, Tabitha.”
“I love you, too, Vlad. And especially your inner caveman.”
I growl against her skin, and she giggles. It’s the sweetest sound, and I vow to spend the rest of my life making sure I get to hear it.
Epilogue
Vlad
Twelve years later…
I watch my princess as she plays with our children. They’re running around at the fair that came into town this weekend. God, I didn’t think she could get more beautiful than the first day I laid eyes on her, but here we are, all these years later, and she is. She throws her head back, and her dark, lustrous hair bounces as she laughs at something one of our sons says to her. Then she leans down and kisses him.
Whatever he said to her earned him a pile of tickets to go on more rides. I still wonder how that body of hers gave birth to five boys. Two pregnancies had been twins. I didn’t think women loved being pregnant, but she did. Motherhood was something she was born to do.
I lucked out with our last child. I thought my wife was going to murder me one night in my sleep if she didn’t get a little girl. She had a little girl’s room made up the third time she found out she was pregnant, sure it would be a girl that time, only to find out she was expecting twin boys. She was still excited at the thought of having twins, but I knew she longed for a daughter.
Our baby girl came into the world with all the attitude her mama has. She had us all wrapped around her little finger like Tabitha from the moment she bellowed out that first scream in the delivery room. She also looked almost identical to her, and I thanked God that day that I had five boys to help me keep an eye on her.
Keeping an eye on her mama is hard enough at times. It doesn’t matter that she has a horde of kids always running around her feet, men still try to grab her attention. Like the one who is eyeing her now. He’s clearly not from around here and must be a tourist or something. I keep trying to see if maybe he has a kid with him and it’s just coincidence, but no kid has come near the man. And he keeps getting closer to my princess.
“It’s perfect, Daddy.”
I look down at my daughter, who has her hand in mine as she sits in a chair getting a butterfly painted on her cheek.
“It is beautiful. But not as beautiful as you,” I tell her, making her smile even more.
“She is beautiful.” I glance over at the boy standing with one of my twin boys Nathan. He reaches over to his friend and punches him in the arm.
“Watch it,” he growls, and I have to hold in a laugh. My daughter rolls her eyes, looking more like her mother than ever.
I glance back over to my princess, and now I see the man I’d been eyeing before is talking to her.
“I got it, Dad,” my son tells me, taking my daughter’s hand from mine and holding it in his own.
I lean down, kissing my daughter on the top of her head then ruffling my son’s hair before heading towards my wife. I can’t look away for two seconds and someone is trying to hit on her.
I walk up behind her and wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her into my body. She molds to me like she always does, and I don’t even have to look at her face to know she likely just did the same eye roll our daughter did.
“You’re standing too close to my wife,” I tell the man who has taken a few steps back.
“Stan was just abou - ”
“Stan was just leaving.” I cut my wife off. I’m sure she thinks he’s being polite and friendly, but I see through his shit. Saw it the second he started eyeing her. “Weren’t you, Stan?” I finish, giving him a look that sends him running without even a goodbye.
Tabitha hits my chest. “You’re such a caveman.” I drag her to my chest and wrap both my arms around her.
“He wanted you,” I tell her in a muted snarl.
“You think everyone wants me,” she says, but she wiggles closer to me, twining her arms around my back. God, I’m lucky my jealousy and chest beating turn her on or this marriage would have had me groveling a lot. Not that I don’t enjoy when I’m on my knees for her. Like this morning when I had one of her legs over my shoulder…
I lean down, pressing my lips to her mouth and tasting the cotton candy on her lips.
“They want your sweetness,” I tell her.
“You’re going to go without it if you keep it up,” she teases me.
We both know that’s a lie. I take her mouth again, proving that she would never take herself from me. Not when she knows I need her to breathe.
“Didn’t you know? The forbidden princess is always the sweetest.”
THE END
BONUS!! Unexpected Princess
Unexpected Princess
Unexpected Princess
by
Alexa Riley
Romy has let the paparazzi make up their own story about him. But the secret he’s managed to keep is his love for Star. He’s watched her from a distance, loving her since the day he saw her, but never able to make his move.
Star has developed a reputation, even though she never had the fun of earning it. She’s spent her life looking for love, and the tabloids have twisted it into something dirty. All she ever wanted was to find her forever, but she’s ready to give up.
One morning Star wakes up in the bed of the biggest playboy around, and to her shock there’s a ring on her finger. What? How? Who?
Warning: Don’t worry… it all works out. It’s safe, sane, and over-the-top as these two find their ridiculous happily ever after.
1
Star
My mind feels foggy as my eyes flutter open. I try to move, but arms tighten around me. I look down to see strong, tanned arms wrapped around my body, holding me possessively. My heart is beating like crazy. I look around the room, trying to remember where I am, but nothing in this room is familiar. Nothing about how I got here is coming to me.
My legs are tangled with the mystery man wrapped around me, and I have to move a little to free myself. I don’t feel any soreness between my thighs. I would be sore if I had sex, right? I shift again and hear the man whisper my name. I glance back down at the arm again, and it shifts so his hand comes into view.
My heart sto
ps cold when I see a wedding band on his finger. I close my eyes tightly and open them again, thinking maybe this is all a bad dream. Nope, I’m still here.
“What have you done?” I whisper to myself.
I have to get out of here. Slowly I try to work my way out of his arms, but they only tighten further. His face comes to my neck as he starts to kiss me on my bare shoulder. It’s then I realize I’m naked. I move just a fraction and am relieved when I can feel that I have underwear on. At least there’s that. I’m trying to find one positive thing to grasp. I’m pretty sure I didn’t have sex last night.
“Let me go,” I whisper, but the man doesn’t. In fact, his hold becomes impossibly tighter.
“Never,” he growls into my ear before going back to kissing my neck.
I hate how my body tingles at his touch, and I even tilt my head so that he can reach more of my skin. As I close my eyes and feel the soft press of his lips on me, I think about his voice. It sounds familiar, and things start fluttering back through my mind.
“Romy?” I say his name, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. Instead, he latches even more, sucking me into his mouth.
“Wife,” he finally responds between kisses, and my head really spins.
I lift my hand to see a wedding ring on my finger. The night before floods back. I went to his brother Carlos’s wedding last night. It was amazing there. I spent most of the night watching the bride and the groom. They were so in love, and it was beautiful to watch. I wanted that. A love that was like nothing else. A love like my own parents had until my mom was taken from my dad and me.
Like always, whenever Romy and I were at the same event, he’d seek me out and drive me crazy. I’d had a crush on him for what felt like forever, but everyone knew he had a reputation, that he jumped from one bed to another, so I’d always tried to keep my distance. Romy has heartbreak written all over him.
I’m looking for my one true love, but I guess the same could be said about him. I’m always in the newspapers and magazines with headline drama. They talk about who I’m dating and what I’m doing, but they’re mostly lies. I don’t go through men because it’s something that I like or want to do. I’m looking for my one true love. But I can never seem to get past the first date. So the media brands me a serial dater and gives me a reputation I didn’t even have fun earning.
Now I’m married.
A lump forms in my throat. I’m married. Married to a man who won’t be able to love me like I want. I know his type. Or at least I think I do. He’ll have mistresses in different cities.
There’s no going back. Divorce isn’t allowed. I’m a princess, after all. Whoever I marry will take over the throne for my father. I’m an only child, and I sealed my fate without seeking my father’s approval. This is bigger than marriage.
A tear slides down my cheek as I think about what my father is going to say. My parents have always been so proud of me. They’ve always known I wanted true love like they found. My mother used to tell me stories about their romance, about how my father almost gave up his title to have her, but at the last minute they had the rules changed. She wasn’t a princess and didn’t come from royal blood, but like me, my father was looking for love. He didn’t care what it would cost to have it. That’s why he said he would never arrange a marriage for me and that I was to fall in love on my own.
Romy turns me on my back, and he comes over my body, looming over me. His eyes search mine before me leans down and kisses away the single tear.
“Did I hurt you?” His hold on me eases, and I can see the concern on his face. His eyes grow soft.
Why does he always have to be so sweet? Hell, why does he have to be so freaking handsome? It’s been hard fighting off his advances for the past year. He’s always so charming, and when I try to ignore him, he makes me laugh with his cocky remarks. He also makes me want to smack him and kiss him at the same time.
“What did we do?” I ask him. His eyes search my face, then fill with sadness. It’s a look I’ve never seen on him before. He’s always been happy Romy to me.
I remember drinking a little too much champagne while watching the happy couple together at the reception. Then I remember dancing. God, I think I danced most of the night with Romy. Images of us laughing float through my mind. I remember him twirling me around the ballroom. In fact, I know he saved me from a terrible date I’d been on.
“Why am I naked?” I add, wanting more of my memory to come back, but it’s not happening.
Romy drops his forehead to mine, a pained expression crossing his face.
“After we got married we came back to my room, where you stripped your dress off,” he tells me, and then I remember doing it. I also remember doing a little dance while I did it, as Romy’s eyes raked over my body.
“I tried to get you to put on my shirt, but…” He trails off, and I remember that, too. He’d made me lie down in bed. I kept trying to get him to do more, but he kept telling me no, wrapping his body around me to cuddle. Nothing more.
“I…” I can’t find any words to say. “I’m in your room? In your bed?” I finally get out.
“Yes,” he says simply. For some reason, anger grows within me, and I don’t know what to do with it. Or where to direct it. God knows how many women he’s had in this bed. I’m not even special.
I’m never going to know love.
Maybe that isn’t true. Romy could easily make me fall in love with him. But I don’t know that he could give me the marriage I’ve always dreamed of.
What have I done?
2
Romy
I watch as disappointment hits Star’s face, and it makes my chest ache. I never wanted my wife to feel an ounce of sadness, and day one, I’ve failed.
People will look at us and think what they want, but I know in my heart that I’ve wanted Star since the moment we met.
She’s been the one that I was never good enough for. A princess truly made for a king. But, being second in line to my throne, I would never be able to give her the title she deserves. I know that she has her own land and that who she marries will take over, but it’s not the same. I have money and land, but so does she. What could I possibly offer her that she doesn’t already have?
In the past, I’ve given her a hard time, teased her and driven her crazy. But it was the only way to hide what I felt for her. I needed to disguise the intense desire to make her mine, to claim her and her title and breed an heir into her womb. I wanted to take what was mine by birthright and spread my royal seed in her. But I knew her tender heart, and I knew above everything that she wanted love.
I’ve been portrayed as a party guy who can’t keep his dick in his pants, the younger brother to the next king of our land, and I’ve never been taken seriously. I’ve never done anything to stop those rumors, and now I’m seeing the error in that.
I watched Star at the wedding last night, watched her the way I always do, wanting her, wishing for her, and never allowing myself to have her. I’d stood by and watched my brother become the happiest man on earth, and all I could feel was jealousy. I knew where my happiness lay, and she was on the other side of the room with another man. I couldn’t stand it any longer, and I asked her to dance.
She thought I was teasing at first and said yes as she proceeded to indulge me. But as the night went on and I wouldn’t let her out of my arms, something changed between us. I knew that I would no longer do the right thing. I knew when her body pressed against mine that I was no longer an honorable prince. I was a king by blood, and I would claim what I wanted.
We found the officiant at the reception and he made the blessings in a private part of the castle, binding Star and me together in marriage, entwining our souls for eternity. She was finally mine. No one knew what we did, but I knew in time we could tell the world. I wanted this stolen day with her. Maybe even two, in order to consummate our marriage and fulfill our royal duties to breed an heir.
I knew that the champagne she drank had gone straig
ht to her head. But I’m a man of low morals and married her anyway. This was my one chance to have her for myself, and I wasn’t going to pass it up.
When we got back to my room and she stripped bare, I was finally tested beyond my control. I didn’t touch her the way she wanted me to. Instead, I protected her virtue and held her all night, no matter how badly my body cried out for her. I wouldn’t make love to my wife until she was fully aware of what was happening. She was mine to do with as I wished in the eyes of the royal law, but deep down I knew why I stopped.
I wanted the same thing as Star, to have a love that went to the core of my heart. I knew I could have that with her, if only she’d give me the chance. I wanted to explain the truth about who I am and what I want.
“This was a mistake,” she says with tears in her eyes again as she rips the sheet from the bed and stands up, wrapping it around her. “God knows how dirty this sheet is. I hope at least your servants give you fresh linens after all the conquest you’ve had in here.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, sitting up, utterly shocked at her reaction. I reach for her, but she takes a step back, and it makes me angry.
“Don’t you dare deny me,” I say, gritting my teeth. Seeing her step away from me makes anger flow through my veins.
“Guards!” she shouts, and I watch as two of my security charge into my bedroom.
“Get out!” I bark, but they take a look at the state of the princess and then at me. “I’m giving you a royal command to get out of our room.”
My shout echoes off the walls, and they take a step back. But just as they do, Star runs and hides behind them.