The King's Virgin Bride

by Natalie Knight

  It's more than a mansion – it's an estate, and I think about how all the guys must have been so happy to grow up here. But I don't envy them, really, since all the while they had to deal with that snake, Percy.

  At least there's not a black sheep in my family. I love them all. I can't even picture one of my brothers being so evil. It’d be heartbreaking, and I hate that these three strong men had to contend with Percy all their lives.

  I snuggle down into the blankets and stretch out, reliving my time with Nolan. He was everything I imagined and then some. I wish he was here now, to fuck me and to turn this good morning into an even better one. I'm just about to let my hand wander down to touch myself, ready to fantasize and relive last night, when my latest nightmare walks in.

  "You even sleep naked. Do you have no modesty, whore?"

  I cover myself quickly and look into Percy's odd, pinched face. I don’t tell him it’s because I lost my panties somewhere along the way and that I was so exhausted from being so thoroughly fucked that I just passed out in my bed.

  “Get out!" I tell him, pulling the sheets against my naked body.

  He doesn't budge, but instead he comes over to me and sits on the bed. He traces his finger up my arm and across my collarbone in the most horrible way. His touch is vile and disgusting, and it makes me cringe and back up away from him.

  "Don't touch me, you monster."

  "Oh, but you’re my wife. I have every right to touch you any way I want.” I shudder at the thought as he continues to run his hand over my skin.

  “And I have to tell you, I'm very disappointed with you. Can you venture to guess why?"

  "Hmm, let's see…is it because I fucked another one of your brothers? Because I’m finding what little joy I can in this prison?"

  I don’t even care at this point what he thinks. Fuck Percy and his stupid little villain-wannabe mustache. I’ve even seen him twirling it around his finger. What a joke.

  His eyes lower as if he's repulsed by the idea of me having consensual sex. Creepy as he is, I doubt he can even picture normal sex at all.

  "No, I already know you're a whore, that doesn’t surprise me. I'm upset for a different reason."

  I tighten the sheet around my breasts, as both of them threaten to spill out.

  "Just tell me, Percy. I'm not in the mood for games. I need coffee."

  I sigh and move to get up and away from his nonsense and drama. But he pulls my arm back so roughly that it hurts.

  "Okay, fine. I came here to let you know that Carter has moved back the court case by one month. Do have any idea why he would have done that? Have you revealed something that perhaps you shouldn't have?"

  I'm suddenly legitimately afraid. I’m not sure why Carter pushed back the court appointment, but if Percy thinks I had something to do with it…then that’s a huge fucking problem.

  "I didn't say anything. I swear. I wouldn't do that. I know the deal." My voice sounds panicked but I can’t help it. I am.

  "That's really good…but I don't know if I believe you, lying little slut. You're probably just as practiced at lying as you are at fucking around."

  This time his words roll off me and they don't hurt. I cried enough tears because of him yesterday. I'm all cried out. And I’m angry.

  "I didn't say anything to Carter. You can believe me or not, but I’m so over this thing."

  He’s still clenching my arm.

  "You should care. If you don't, then your dad might be living on the street by next week…and you with him. If I were you, I’d care very fucking much."

  He knows exactly how to get to me, what buttons to push.

  It works every time.

  If my family’s in jeopardy, then that changes everything, and Percy knows it. It’s my weakness, and he continues to prey upon it. If only he were threatening me alone, then things would be different.

  But to think of my poor parents destitute, without any means of support, all because I couldn't deal with Percy…well, that pain is too much to bear. At the same time, thinking of this being my life and having to spend every day with this villainous monster…well that’s also too much to bear. I feel like I’m screwed no matter what.

  I don't know what to do. I feel totally lost and alone.

  "Fine, Percy, whatever you say. I didn't say anything. I won't say anything. I swear to you, whatever Carter has done, it isn’t because he heard anything from me."

  "You know you're basically a prostitute, right? The way you're sleeping with them. Is it because you think you'll get a slice of the pie? Trust me, you're just a whore who they’ll throw away like all the others. Why would any of my brothers stay with you? Too bad you spread your legs so quickly and showed them your true colors. Now nobody will ever respect you."

  He says these things calmly as he gets up to leave, and then he quietly shuts the door. He knows that I’m wounded, the bastard. He knew that saying those things would affect me on a deep level, despite any walls I’ve tried to put up against him.

  I curl my legs up to my chest but don't shed a tear. I won’t do it – I won’t waste a single tear on Percy. Not ever again.

  I think about Carter, Kieran, and Nolan, and wonder if what Percy said is true. I care about each brother so much already, but what if it's unrequited passion? Am I more alone in this than I ever imagined?

  I think about it and get up and pull on a robe. My naked body is finally covered and I feel like putting on more layers just to shield myself from this awful situation. I sit on the balcony, and while I should be greeting the day and the shining sun, I’m instead devastated by what’s happening to me.

  One thing is becoming clear, though.

  I think I need to abandon this situation with Percy. It's too unhealthy. He's being abusive, and I can't spend my life dealing with that. I have to find a way out of this situation while still saving my family.

  I remember what it's like to have sex with each brother and the emotions come back up…no, I’m not in this alone after all.

  You can't fake a connection like that, can you? I need them now more than ever. I hope that what we have is true, that I’m not just some disposable girl to them.

  I wish even one of them was here to comfort me. To let me know that I don’t have to deal with all of this by myself. Is that too much to hope for?

  Kieran

  I drive fast down the streets of the city.

  It feels good to get away from the mansion and from all that fucking drama. With Percy there, it's like a race to see who will get father's money. And that, to me…it's just fucking despicable, and a horrible thing to focus on after his death.

  I want to commemorate his memory for the amazing person that he was, not fight for the scraps of his fortune. The problem is, if Raine's Petroleum goes to the wrong hands then father's legacy will end forever.

  It's an absolute disaster.

  I know Stacy is a key component to all this but I still don't know why. So that’s the reason I'm racing to get to her side. Percy’s allowed her out of the house for once, and I've taken the opportunity to meet her for lunch.

  The girl deserves to be wine and dined.

  I can't wait to get Percy out of the equation so that I can turn the full force of my attention towards Stacy.

  I miss her. I really do. I feel like I haven't seen her in days. Strange for me to miss someone, but it feels good.

  I pull up to Don Juan's Tequila Bar and toss my keys to the valet. I figure this place is perfect to help take her mind off of everything. And, if anything, the tequila will get her talking.

  I want this girl.

  My cock is twitching at the thought of getting to fuck her at least one more time. And something tells me she'll be down with it. I made her come hard before, and hopefully she's looking for that again.

  I stride in and scan the room for the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She sitting at a corner booth, already brooding over her margarita.

  "Margarita time, huh?” I ask her, taking t
he seat in front of her.

  She grins. "Yup, with sugar, not salt, and extra lime."

  "I'll have what she's having." I say to the waiter, who disappears just as quickly as he appeared. "Let me taste it."

  I take the glass and glide my tongue over the sugary rim before taking a long sip of the lime-infused tequila. She stares at me, and her eyes reveal everything I need to know.

  "Not nearly as good as you are," I say, and I notice her cheeks flushing.

  "Funny," she says, managing a weak smile.

  "Why so broody?" I lean onto the table, sitting as close to her as possible so that I have all access just in case I decide to finger her under this table or smooth my hands over her tight little body as I try to comfort her. "Something is obviously wrong."

  I kiss her cheek, her neck. I take in the fucking awesome view of her tits that peek out from her tiny tank top.

  She’s perfect. So sexy. Even when she’s got something bothering her.

  "Everything’s wrong, Kieran. My life’s a total mess, that's what. There's almost too much to tell. I don't even know where to start."

  "Okay, start from the top. What’s the most pressing thing you need to tell me?"

  She sizes me up, trying to determine if she can confide in me.

  I give her a disarming smile, the one that works every time.

  "Come on, I’m an excellent secret keeper."

  She laughs a little, but sobers quickly as she takes a breath, preparing to let me in.

  "Well, this first secret might make you mad. I hope it doesn't, but it might."

  "Okay, what is it?" My margarita arrives just in time. I have no idea what she's about to tell me but it can't be good with all this anticipation. I knock the whole thing back like it’s a fucking shot.

  "Alright, well…I think you should know that I didn’t just sleep with you, but I also slept with Carter...and with Nolan."

  It takes me a minute to process, but when I do, the news blows me away. But for some reason, I’m less angry than I would expect in this situation.

  In fact, it kind of makes me even hornier. I want this girl. She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to go after it. And if what she wants is both of my brothers—and me, of course—well, the more the merrier, I guess.

  At least she's not lusting after fucking Percy or some other creep.

  "That’s okay. Really. I can handle it. As long as I can have you, I can compartmentalize the rest."

  "Really? Because I was sure you'd be so angry." Her expression is hopeful. So hopeful that it makes me want to do whatever she wants if she’ll just keep looking at me like I’m some kind of hero.

  "I'm not. It's okay. I promise." I actually mean it.

  "Okay,” she sighs, relief washing over her face. “Well, that was the worst of it. I'm so glad you're not mad."

  "And what’s the rest?"

  "I think I need a shot for this," she says, and I'm happy to oblige.

  "Okay." I signal the waiter, and he brings over two shots of Patron Silver.

  She knocks hers back quickly, and it's as if she's summoning courage. Watching her sweet face makes my cock hard. I want to get this conversation over with so that I can bring her back to my bed and make it all better.

  "Better?" I ask.

  "Yes. Much. It's liquid courage."

  "You can tell me, baby. I promise I won't bite."

  "Well, I know you’ve been wondering about me and Percy, and I think it's time for me to confess. I need to tell someone the truth."

  I am all ears on this one. Anything to understand Percy's motives and position will help me.

  "Tell me everything. I want to know."

  "He's been blackmailing me. He's also been blackmailing my family. He read the will, Kieran. He got a hold of it before any of you did, and it says that your father's estate will go to whoever can continue the line."

  Now it all makes sense to me.

  Fuck!

  I feel nothing but rage for my so-called brother.

  "Thus, the pregnancy."

  "Yeah, he's been making me pretend about the whole thing. He has my father's company in his clutches, and he could destroy it on a whim."

  "Fuck," I whisper under my breath.

  Now I see all the heartache she's been through. Obviously, I knew she was never pregnant, but this shit from Percy is on a whole new level.

  I hold her hand and she squeezes mine back. I know she's afraid of what Percy can do to her family, but at the same time, I’m so fucking glad that she trusts me. She’s not feeling hopeless anymore.

  I give her an encouraging smile.

  "You're strong, baby. Telling me is the first step. Now we can work on fixing it together."

  "You think I'm strong?"

  Who could ever resist those blue eyes? They're like Caribbean blue, the perfect match to the ocean. And it looks like she's been containing an ocean of hurt all by herself.

  "You are.” I nod. “And telling me was the best thing you could have done. We’ll put a stop to all of this."

  She breathes a sigh of relief, and it's like a huge weight has been lifted.

  I lean in, kissing her lovingly and surprising myself with the gentleness of the act.

  Normally, I'm not into kissing at all. Usually, I don't care. I’m all about the fucking. Get in, then get the fuck out. But something about Stacy makes me want to care, and I feel myself having a change of heart.

  More than just fucking her, I want to have her, to possess her.

  Stacy…she’s like an addiction. And I’m ready for my next fix.

  Carter

  I've been driving my father's Range Rover and I pull it up to the estate after having run some errands. I’m surprised to see Kieran in the driveway, apparently waiting for me.

  Is this about Stacy? Does he know that I fucked her?

  That must be it.

  I think about what I’ll say. There's no way I'm giving Stacy up, not yet anyway. She's the best lay I've had in a very long while.

  Kieran and I, while we used to be close, things have been cold between us. Percy's conniving ways have drawn a rift throughout the entire family. Where once we stood firmly as three brothers united against the world, now there’s distrust in the air. Nobody knows what's going on, and it's all his fault.

  "Hey, man, what's up?"

  "Carter, we have a problem."

  "Let me guess, it's about Stacy, right? I was going to bring that up. I was just waiting for the right moment."

  "No. It's not about her. I mean, I know you fucked her. And I did too. And I am planning to continue that,” he tells me with a quick shrug.

  Well, okay then. At least that much is clear.

  “But that's beside the point. We have a bigger problem at large."

  "Percy?"

  "Yup. And guess what the slimy little bastard has been up to?"

  "I've been trying to find that out." No luck so far. Maybe Kieran’s done better at figuring it out.

  We walk inside so that we can have more privacy, through the house and back out to the pool area where Percy's ears can’t reach.

  Kieran looks around, then leans forward. "He's been like a cancer to this family, eating away at everything our father built. I know we’re not blood, Carter, but we spent all those years having each other's back, and you’re the closest thing I have to family now. We need to stick together."

  I consider what he's saying. I get it. We need to unite against Percy instead of letting him divide and conquer.

  "So what's he done? What's his angle?"

  "I met with Stacy, and we had a very revealing conversation. She told me some things about Percy."

  "Things? Like what?"

  "Well, I'm sure you could see that their marriage is based on lies. He would never touch her."

  "Of course." I shudder at the idea of Percy putting his hands on her body.

  "It looks like he's holding something over her family,” Kieran continues. “He's blackmailing her in s
ome way and I'm not sure how, but it's bad. She's really torn about it, and she feels like one wrong move could leave her family in total collapse."

  Now it all makes sense to me.

  I knew something was wrong. I instinctively knew that Stacy hasn’t been happy, no matter how well she tries to hide it. The girl is a great fuck, sure, but she's also really kind and I find that endearing. I want to protect her from Percy – she doesn't deserve to deal with his manipulations.

  "So that's what’s been going on. I knew she wasn't pregnant. But she never breathed one word of it to me."

  He takes a seat on one of the lounge chairs and we watch the setting sun in the distance.

  "I'm surprised she told me, Carter. I think she's finally had enough of his abuse. But I also think she's still terrified of what might happen to her family."

  I scrape my hand across my jaw. "Fuck, I know. That's not good, not at all. She must really feel like a prisoner here."

  "Oh, she is. She’s definitely a prisoner. He has her by the throat, figuratively. It sounds like we’re the only ones who have touched her." He smirks.

  After hearing this depressing news about what my brother's done, I just want to go to Stacy and fuck the living daylights out of her to remind her that she has nothing to worry about as long as she's with me.

  I’ll protect her.

  Especially now that I know what’s going on.

  "I'm so glad she confided in you, Kieran. Otherwise, where would we be? With Nolan acting all crazy I have no idea who to trust anymore. I didn't think I could even trust you." Though I still can’t as far as Stacy’s concerned. Kieran fucking my girl makes me feel a little crazy.

  "Yeah, same here,” he breathes out, frustration dripping from his words. “Our father's house hasn't been the same since he died."

  "It puts everything into perspective, doesn't it?"

  And that also makes me think of Stacy. She must have been feeling so vulnerable and alone. I've been with her without even knowing what she's been going through, and some part of me wants to make that up to her.

  She's worth caring about. At least, I think I’m starting to care. It’s not something I’m familiar with.