“Show us your ring,” I hear several reporters chant.
Without thinking, proud of the gorgeous piece of jewelry Henrik gave me, I hold my hand up so that they can take photos of the beautiful ring. I can’t wipe the smile off of my lips as the reporters gush and snap pictures of my hand.
Then, after about thirty seconds, Henrik presses his hand to my lower back and we slide inside of the car, Hugh closing the door behind us before the car whisks us away.
“Are you ready for what awaits with grandfather and father?” Philip asks as we drive toward our destination, someplace that I’m unsure of at this moment.
“Never,” Henrik chuckles.
What seems like only a few moments later, we pull up to a gorgeous, all brick, red building with white balconies. It looks like a palace, but I know it’s not the palace. There are no gates or guards, but it‘s the largest building I have ever seen. It looks so old, so grandiose, so spectacular, it is just plain beautiful.
“You’ll be joining us for dinner then, at father and mum’s?” Philip asks as the car comes to a stop.
I watch as Henrik offers a chin lift as his response. My door opens, and the driver is standing at the curb, offering me his hand. Is this where we are to live? I am completely shocked.
“Hop out, precious,” Henrik whispers.
My legs finally move as I grasp the hand of the driver and step to the side. Henrik joins me a moment later, taking my hand in his.
I should have guessed they would be here, too. I should have seen it coming, but I was semi-relaxed, and extremely tired, therefore I didn’t realize that there were even more photographers waiting for us, or that it would even be a possibility, I figured they were all at the airport.
Henrik wraps his arm around my waist as he guides me toward the security of the building’s doors. I watch as he slides a card and the doors open. We slink inside before they close and lock tightly behind us. Henrik doesn’t utter a word as he walks us to the front deskman.
“William, I need to introduce you to my wife, Caitriona. She’ll be living here permanently, so I need to add her to my apartment list and get her keys, full access,” Henrik announces with his arm still firmly wrapped around my waist.
William’s eyes widen, his face in a look of complete shock at Henrik’s words. He’s portly and round, with just a few gray wisps of hair on his shiny head. When his eyes cut to mine, I notice that they’re a pretty pale blue, and they gaze kindly on me.
I feel a warmth fill my body, and immediately a connection is formed. He seems like a fatherly type, and I’ve never had one of those. I look at him, and to him, hoping that I’ve found a friendly face so soon in this country.
“Of course, Sir,” he says, dipping his head. “I will have some keys sent up as soon as possible,” he winks.
Henrik then thanks him and we walk toward the elevator.
“I hope you like the apartment. Whatever you don’t care for decoration wise, you have full liberty to change. I hired a decorator to make it presentable; nothing really means anything to me when it comes to that stuff,” Henrik says with a wave of his hand as the car climbs toward our destination.
“I’m sure it’s wonderful. This building is absolutely stunning,” I murmur.
“I want you to feel comfortable. I want you to feel as though it’s your home, Riona, because it is,” he explains, making me fall a little harder for him.
As soon as the elevator door opens, Henrik steps out and holds his palm out for me. Together, we walk into the apartment. My mouth practically drops to the floor; in fact, I think I feel some drool sliding down my face at the sight before me.
The apartment isn’t like any apartment I have ever seen. It is huge, and modern, and beautiful. The floors are a wide plank, dark, rich, hardwood, and one whole wall of the living area is nothing but windows, huge wide windows that overlook a park. The rest of the walls are painted a light gray with white crown molding and baseboards.
I follow behind Henrik as we walk straight into a sitting room, where there are cream colored tufted sofas adorned with chocolate brown pillows, a total contrast to the modern feel of the walls and windows. I immediately imagine turquoise pillows on the cream sofa, instead, for an added pop of color.
The coffee table is silver footed with a large mirrored top, another contrast to the seemingly modern feel of the room. There’s a large flat screen television on one wall, and I smile. James, too, loves his televisions—it must be a man thing.
“Come, let me show you your new home,” Henrik murmurs against my ear, making me shiver with anticipation.
We walk through the huge apartment, Henrik showing me the place, a guided tour of each room. The kitchen is beautiful—huge, dark, black square tiled flooring with white cabinets and black granite countertops.
The appliances are sleek, stainless, and so top of the line that I have never seen anything like it in my entire life, which is saying a lot, because James and Madison’s kitchen is gorgeous.
There’s a small breakfast table for four off of the kitchen as well. It’s black and so very modern, exactly how it should be. I can’t wait to cook in here.
Henrik walks me into the formal dining room, which has a table for twelve—it’s massive. The chairs are covered in a corduroy black fabric, with rounded tops, and thickly padded seats. They look extremely plush and comfortable.
The table itself is also black. It has me wondering if he really loves black, because everything is just black. It needs some color. I decide my first wifely duty will be to add a bit of color to this house.
Then, he leads me to a media room, which has a huge projection screen and black leather recliners. It’s a mini movie theater. I’ve heard of famous people having these in their homes, but I never in a million years imagined I would live anywhere that had one.
“This is beyond anything I have ever seen before,” I whisper in awe as I look around the room.
“It’s yours now, Riona. The sky’s the limit,” Henrik murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and placing a kiss to my neck.
“It feels like a dream,” I mutter.
“This may seem like a dream to you, but you are my dream.”
I turn around in Henrik’s arms and cup his cheeks in my palms.
“You’re cheesy as hell, Henny, and I love it,” I giggle before I rise to my toes and press my lips to his.
“I can’t wait to fuck you in here with a movie playing in the background,” he murmurs against my lips.
“You’re dirty, Prince Henrik,” I practically moan.
“Filthy,” he chuckles before his tongue dives into my mouth.
Before he consumes me, he takes a step back and informs me that we must carry on with our tour. I don’t want to. I want him to take me right here and right now, but I reluctantly follow behind him as he continues to show me our home.
There’s a large room with a whole wall of bookshelves and a beautifully carved wooden desk; Henrik informs me that it’s his office.
Then we come across a room with a full bar and a poker table, his entertaining room. Then, of course, he has his own mini-gym, complete with a weight room that has a mirrored wall and everything. It is insanity, and my head is spinning that this is where I’ll be living.
Finally, he takes me on a tour of the bedrooms. There are four in total. All of the bedrooms are furnished, some more feminine stylings, and others more masculine.
“We don’t need to have all of the bedrooms furnished. If you want to empty out a couple of them for your personal space, that’s perfectly fine,” he explains. I just nod, unable to speak.
Space of my own?
What would I do with it?
I’m unable to think any further as we walk inside of our master bedroom. I immediately want to wrap my arms and legs around him and take him down. It is perfect, better than I could have imagined or dreamed up for myself.
The flooring is the same deep, rich, dark hardwood that is laid througho
ut the rest of the house. There are French doors that lead to a balcony on one side, and a complete wall of windows on either side of the doors, floor-to-ceiling.
The bed is a black sleigh bed, and it is huge, the biggest bed I have ever seen. The comforter is a bright, dove grey, and I love it. The pillows are black, of course, as are the night stands and dresser. It suits the space, though; the walls are a medium gray color, bringing it all together and keeping it light with the dark floor and furniture color.
Then he leads me into the biggest walk-in closet I have ever seen. All of his suits are spaced perfectly, along with shoes, ties, belts, and then his regular clothes. It’s like a showroom for an expensive department store. I’m in awe just looking around.
“This is my dressing room,” Henrik explains.
I then watch as he opens the door next to it, and my mouth drops. The room is twice the size of Henrik’s closet, and lit in glorious bright lights. There’s a center dresser with drawers, rows and rows of shelving, cubby holes, and tons of space to hang clothes.
Never in my life would I have enough clothes to fill this space. It’s all white and crisp, and waiting for hundreds of clothes to fill it up.
“This is your dressing room, precious,” Henrik whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into his back.
“I’ll never fill this place,” I murmur.
“You will, luv,” he assures me as he places a kiss on my neck. “I’ll be right back. I have to check my messages.”
Just when I think I can’t be in anymore shock and awe, I make my way into the bathroom. I almost faint. It is about the size of the entire pool house at Madison and James’. The flooring is black, naturally, the cabinets black, and the counter tops, are a shock of white.
There is a huge, old fashioned, claw foot tub in the center of the room, separate vanities, a bench at one, with an area lit for perfect makeup application, I assume.
I look over to the shower that is off to the side. I count four shower heads—four. I want to laugh and cry at the same time. It is all so ridiculous and gorgeous.
I glance at myself in the mirror and my eyes grow wide.
Oh, no. We’re supposed to meet his family for dinner tonight. I have absolutely nothing to wear—not to mention I don’t even know what would be appropriate to wear.
Henrik walks back into the room and my eyes catch his in the mirror before I turn around and speak.
“What about clothes to wear tonight, Henny? What are we going to do? I didn’t bring anything appropriate to meet your family,” I panic, trying to ignore the way I want him.
“How about you and I rest a bit?” Henrik murmurs.
I watch as he stalks up to me, his long, lean body making its way toward mine. My belly clenches at the sight of him, the way his eyes are focused on mine, and the intent I can read on his face. I want him, I want him right here and right now, but my mind is so busy.
A million different thoughts are running through it all at once. He wraps his hand around mine and gently tugs me into the bedroom.
“I’ll call Sarah right now, have her go and get you some things. What’s your size?” he asks, pulling out his phone and punching a couple of buttons.
“I think the sizing is different here…” I began.
“Sarah, my wife is here and we will be going to my father and mum’s for a family dinner tonight. We have just arrived and she doesn’t have anything appropriate to wear. Will you pop over to a shop and grab her some clothes and shoes?” he looks over to me, and I tell him my American size. He assures me that Sarah will figure out everything and be at the apartment in the next few hours.
“Now, back to you and I and our—resting,” Henrik murmurs.
I watch as he takes the hem of my shirt, lifting it up my body slowly, and then over my head before throwing it behind him somewhere. With his hands wrapped around my waist, he drags me over to the bed, sitting down as he spreads his thighs and situates me standing between them.
“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re really here,” he whispers as his hands slide up my back and unhook my bra.
I sigh when his mouth closes around my breast and his tongue swirls around my nipple.
My hands automatically dive into his messy hair, holding him to my breast, arching my back and enjoying the feel of his warm mouth on my skin.
“Henny,” I whisper.
“Come on, Riona, let’s take a rest,” he murmurs.
“A rest?” I practically whimper, wanting more of his mouth on my body.
He chuckles as he yanks my pants off, along with my panties.
Henrik stands and he sheds his clothes before he wraps his hands around my waist and tosses me onto the bed, watching me from the side as I bounce once. Then, he crawls up from the bottom of the bed and looks at me, resting back on his knees.
My eyes glide down his body until they land on his hard cock. Wetting my lips, I sit up before I crawl over to him on my hands and knees, and open my mouth, taking him inside. His hands fly to the side of my head as I look at him beneath my lashes.
“Fucking hell, precious,” he groans as he thrusts his hips slightly.
I take as much of him as I can down my throat. He’s long and thick, and I’m unable to swallow all of him, so I wrap my hand around his base and squeeze as I bob up and down on his length.
“Just like that,” he rumbles as he moves his hips.
I relax as much as I can, allowing him to go deeper down my throat. Then he suddenly pulls out of me and his eyes gaze down at me, a smirk on his lips.
“My cum is going to fill that sweet cunt, not your throat. Turn around,” he grunts.
I do as ordered and turn around, but stay on my knees. I moan when I feel his hands slide up the backs of my thighs to my ass, up my spine, and then both of them tangle in my hair before he yanks my neck toward him.
“Henny,” I gasp.
He looms over me from behind, his lips brushing mine upside down before he grins.
“Widen you knees,” he rasps. I do as he asks, widening my legs. “Good girl, bend over a little.”
He guides me by my hair to bending over slightly, I tip my ass back and my eyes flutter closed when he fills me from behind. He moves roughly, his cock pounding inside of me. When he stops, my eyes fly open. My neck aches from the way he’s holding me, but he looks down at me and grins.
“You have no idea how spectacular you are right now. Your body arched for me, taking everything I give you. It’s truly a vision, Riona. I’m happy you’re mine,” he whispers as his lips touch the tip of my nose.
I feel one of his hands leave my hair as it travels around my waist and down to my pussy, his fingers touching my clit.
“I need to move,” I whimper
“No, you need to stay right where you are. Just like this, I want that cunt on edge,” he grunts.
“Henny,” I cry out as his fingers start to stroke me harder and faster.
It’s so intense, and I feel the urge to move so badly that it almost hurts. Tears fill my eyes, but he just looks down at me.
“Mmm, I’m ready for that cunt to squeeze me tight, like only yours can,” he breathes against my lips before he brushes them with his own.
My whole body starts to shake, my legs unable to hold me upright anymore. The only way I’m staying where I am is because of his hold in my hair. Tears fall down my cheeks, I’m unable to hold them back as my body jerks with my climax.
“Fucking right,” he growls as he releases my hair and wraps his hands around my hips.
My entire body falls forward while he thrusts in and out of me with strength I didn’t know he possessed. I’m going to ache for days, I think as my pussy pulses with each thrust of his hips.
My orgasm is long and hard, my breathing as erratic as Henrik’s thrusts, and then he plants himself deep with a grunt. I feel his cock twitch, along with his climax filling me.
“Christ,” he sighs before he falls forward, pressing me flat into the mattres
s. “Heaven every time, precious,” he rasps as his lips touch the side of my neck.
“Nowhere else I’d rather be, Henny,” I whisper.
“Damn fucking right,” he grunts as he pulls out of me and yanks my back to his front.
Wrapped in his arms, I know that this is exactly where I want to be. I don’t know if it’s where I’m meant to be, or where life will take me from here; but right now, here is exactly where I want to be, and that is all that matters.
AFTER WHAT SEEMS LIKE FIVE minutes, I feel Henrik’s lips grazing my shoulder before they touch the side of my neck while his hand cups my breast and gently squeezes my flesh. I whimper, feeling more turned on with every single second. I try to roll my body in his arms, but he holds me tight against his chest, and I’m unable to move.
“Henny,” I practically whine.
“When you say my name like that, fresh from sleep, I want nothing more than to fuck that sweet cunt of yours,” he rumbles against my neck.
I sigh when his tongue snakes out and he licks my skin.
“Can you please do that?” I ask unabashedly.
“Again? Riona,” he warns.
I pout, though it does no good because I’m facing the wall and he can’t see me. Then, as if he’s read my mind completely, his hand drifts from my breast, down my stomach, and between my legs.
My belly quivers when his finger presses against my clit. Henrik slides his leg between my knees and lifts so that my leg is now draped over his, and my center is completely open.
I gasp when he slides two fingers inside of me. They go in with ease, as I’m already wet for him, drenched just at the thought of his touch. He groans into my neck, his chest vibrating against my back as his other arm readjusts and wraps around my breasts.
“You always feel so spectacular,” he murmurs. It’s all I can do to let out a hum as my response.
I shift my hips, searching for more of him, needing more than just his fingers filling me. Wanting, no craving him moving inside of me. His fingers across my breasts pinch and pluck my nipples, moving from one to the other, sending even more need throughout my body.
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