At that point, what else was I to do, other than just relax and soak it all in? He started the Jacuzzi, and since I had already been naked once in front of him, I didn’t feel weird at all about stripping down and jumping into the hot bubbling water. I watched as he handed me some champagne and set a plate of strawberries by the tub. His muscles shimmered in the dim lights over the hot tub, and I couldn’t help but watch as he dropped his pants, letting his cock roll out with the rest of him. I could feel my neck getting hot. Much to my surprise, he didn’t immediately jump on me. Instead, we sat and talked about my life and more hilarious stories about his childhood, and we drank two bottles of champagne.
I was definitely a bit wobbly when it was time to get out. He stood on the steps of the hot tub, holding open a towel and helping me get out. As I stepped, my foot slipped, and I fell into Milos, my arms wrapping around his neck. I giggled to myself, feeling the electricity return as our wet skin moved across each other. I felt his arms wrap around me tightly, and I pulled back, looking deep into his handsome eyes. A small, mischievous grin pulled at his lips, and he leaned forward, pressing his mouth hard against mine. Between the champagne and the atmosphere, I was helpless to fight off his advances and found myself kissing him back with heat and need.
His hands slid down me, dropped the towel to the ground, and pulled me against his warm, soft body. I felt his erection press against my stomach, and I immediately felt myself get wet. This man was unbelievably sexy, even in the way he kissed. His lips lapped over my mouth, tasting me with his tongue. He reached down and grabbed my ass, picked me up off the floor, and wrapped my legs around his waist.
He walked slowly back into the penthouse, water dripping across the floor. We walked into a darkened bedroom, and he laid me down on the soft pillow bed covered in satin sheets, smelling of rose and sandalwood. I pulled myself backward until my head rested on the pillow and watched as he crawled toward me, his arms flexing and his hard cock skimming the comforter underneath us. He oozed confidence, and I was immediately turned on at how he took charge and gave me exactly what I needed.
His hands grazed over my breasts, grasping them and kneading heavily. He dipped his head down and brushed his lips across my stomach, looking up and smiling as I whimpered quietly. Milos scooted back further, collapsing onto his ass, his knees underneath him. He lifted my ass into the air and pulled it close to his face. His warm tongue swiped across my lips, and I gasped, instantly wanting more.
He moved his hands around, pressing his two thumbs into me and parting my lips with his tongue. He ran his mouth over my wetness and across my clit, and I arched my back and moaned loudly. As my reactions intensified, so did his movements. I found myself grabbing tightly to the iron headboard above my head. He moved his face back and forth in my pussy, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. My breath was heavy, and my eyes were closed, feeling every inch of his tongue on my mound.
“God,” I moaned. “I want you so bad.”
I felt the smile spread across his face as he tapped my nub and nibbled it with his teeth. He set me down and reached across me into the nightstand, pulling out a condom and pushing it over his huge throbbing cock. He stroked the shaft several times, looking down at my dripping pussy. Watching him rub his hand up and down his dick made me want him even more, and I began to squirm closer to him.
“Is this what you want?” He whispered it, and all I could think was, fuck yes.
I nodded and bit my lip. He grabbed onto his cock by the base and moved forward, rubbing his thick length over my wetness. He was so fucking big, and even though I probably should have been scared of it, all I could think about was feeling the whole thing inside of me.
He pushed his head against my pussy and slid his cock slowly inside of me. He grabbed onto my hips and threw his head back. His cock was thick and hard, and it filled every single crevice inside of me. Immediately after, he started to thrust, pushing hard and fast against me. I felt my temperature rise. He slapped his hand against my clit, and I clamped my fingers onto my hard nipples. I screamed loudly, moaning and whining.
Over and over, he thrust inside of me, bringing it almost fully out before slamming his cock back into me. I reached up and ran my fingernails across his chest, gritting my teeth and grinding my hips as I did on stage. He groaned loudly, and he rocked his hips faster against mine.
I could feel myself reaching orgasm. My breathing sped up with quick, moaning gasps, getting louder with each powerful thrust. The explosion hit me, and I screamed out, arching my back and grabbing onto the bed. He growled when the heat of my wetness flow over his dick. He grabbed my hip and rubbed my clit harder with his other hand, sending waves of intense passion through my whole body. He pushed in hard, pulled out slowly, and then thrust with everything he had, holding it deep inside of me as he came. I could feel his cock bulging and pulsating against the walls of my pussy. I relaxed my muscles and watched him take in every last ounce of pleasure.
He pulled out and flopped down on the bed beside me, breathing heavily with his hands on his chest. A smile washed over him. He pushed me on my side and pressed up against me, his arm draped over my waist. I could still feel my heart racing and was pretty sure that had been the most intense orgasm of my life. My energy was drained, and before I could say even a word, I felt myself slip into a blissful sleep, surrounded by real gold, real luxury, and a real man.
Chapter 6: Milos
Last night was fucking amazing and worth every bit of small talk and romance that I had to put into it. Usually, my conquests were simple. Women put more effort into impressing me than I had to, not realizing I didn’t give a shit about their lives. I just wanted to fuck their brains out and move on. I had left the blonde beauty sleeping in the bed, figuring she was definitely tired after last night’s hot sex. It felt pretty good to see her eyes bulge as I pulled out my cock and shook it in front of her. Her tight little body took it in like a champ, though. I felt every inch of her as she orgasmed all over me. I shook my head trying to keep my dick from getting too excited. It was now business time, and I needed to make sure the mood was just right when I revealed my proposition.
I picked up the phone and called down to the front desk, ordering one of everything on the breakfast menu, a pot of coffee, and a carafe of orange juice. I snuck past the bedroom into the other room where I kept my clothes and picked out something casual but upscale. Not that I owned anything other than upscale. Once dressed, I went into the bathroom and started a condensed version of my morning routine, wanting to look suave but not intimidating, especially since she would no doubt look ruffled when she woke. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable or self-conscious at all before I handed her the news.
Telling someone you are a prince was nerve-racking enough for the other person, not to mention dropping a marriage proposition on the table. I gelled my hair into the perfect, coifed masterpiece and brushed my teeth. Then I flashed myself a smile and headed for the front door, having heard the elevator ding outside.
One by one, the employees quietly rolled in carts of food, from strawberry tarts to crepes filled with all kinds of different butters. They set them out on the large dining table and placed place settings at two of the seats, assuming that I had another guest with me in the suite. I guess they were starting to get to know me here. Although I rarely had a woman actually sleep over, unless I was too drunk to shoo her out afterward.
I looked over the table, feeling satisfied with such an amazing arrangement. Surely, this was not normal for a girl like Adriana and would far surpass her normal breakfast of granola bars or boxed cereal. As I sat down at the table, I looked up to see her shuffling from the bedroom, the satin sheet wrapped around her amazing body. My cock immediately got so hard it was almost painful. I reached down and pressed down on it. Now was not the time.
“Good morning,” she said, yawning. “I am starving.”
“Excellent,” I said.
I poured her a glass of orange juic
e. She pulled out a chair to sit down. She wrapped the long sheet underneath herself.
“How did you sleep?” I asked.
“Oh my God,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Better than I ever have, I’m pretty sure in the history of my existence.”
I laughed and watched as she served herself crepes and fruit, adding sugar to her coffee as I poured it. There was a small part of me that really enjoyed this girl. Between her spunky personality and the way she fucked, I started to think that a year of servitude with her wouldn’t be that bad. I grabbed a croissant from the rack of pastries and nibbled at it, knowing I needed just to come out and tell her.
“So, now that you have enjoyed my company, slept well, and all that, I have something I would like to tell you,” I stated. She stopped chewing and looked up at me curiously. “So, as I said, I do come from an affluent family, but it is a bit more complicated than that. My name is Milos Dobromil, Prince of Silesia. Well, to be correct, soon to be King of Silesia.”
“What?” Her face was priceless, and she sat with her mouth slightly hanging open. “Wait, you’re a prince? Like royalty? Like His Highness?”
“Yes,” I said, chuckling and placing a napkin in my lap. “A real, bona fide royal prince.”
“Where is Silesia?” she asked.
“It’s a small country just a few hours plane ride from here,” I responded. “It’s mostly countryside, and everyone lives in the Capital where the palace is.”
“The palace? Is that the place you got lost in the stables?”
“Oh, heavens no. That was at the manor house in the country, where we took a holiday.
She shrugged her shoulders like she was talking to herself. It was actually quite amusing. She shook her head and put her fork down, after finally swallowing her mouthful of crepe.
“My mistake,” she said, looking down at her coffee.
“Look, it’s really not that big of a deal,” I said, trying to calm her nerves.
“Not a big deal? I came home with a prince and fucked him in his royal bed, and now I’m sitting in his penthouse wrapped in a sheet.” She sounded slightly panicky.
“Adriana,” I said. “That isn’t why I’m telling you this. I have a proposition for you.”
“A proposition,” she repeated, as she looked up at me with one eyebrow raised. “What kind of proposition, because I’m pretty sure we already covered sexual favors.”
“Not that kind of proposition,” I said, chuckling. “My father passed away just a few weeks ago. Before he passed, he told me that in order to inherit the throne and everything with it, I had to get married. If I do not, the royal line will dissolve, and the entire fortune of our kingdom will go to charity. Obviously, I am not currently attached to anyone, and I don’t plan on doing so. I want you to marry me, plain and simple. Marry me and live in the lap of luxury for one year, until I have my mother off my back and the crown on my head. Then, you are free to go, and I will pay you a hundred thousand pounds, as a thank you for your service to my kingdom.”
“Wait,” she said, shaking her head and wiping her mouth. “You want to bring me to your castle, make me a fake princess, have me fake like I love you for a year, and then pay me a severance and send me on my way?”
“Pretty much, yes,” I said, realizing her way of explaining was much less complicated. “Although, technically, you will be actual royalty. There’s nothing fake about that.”
“Would I get a partial payment up front?” she asked.
I could see she was thinking about something, but I wasn’t sure what it was.
“We can do that,” I replied. “We could do five thousand after the first month, and every month after, with a lump sum of the remainder paid at the end.”
“What about sex? Do I have to have sex with you?”
“Again, I do not pay for sex,” I said. “Nor would I expect you to accept payment for sex. It will be completely up to you. Although with the passion we felt last night, I wouldn’t mind exploring that further.”
“What about my expenses while I am there? Surely, I cannot afford the royal lifestyle.”
“Of course,” I replied. “Everything will be taken care of, from your clothing to your wing of the house, and down to the expenses of the wedding.”
“The wedding,” she sighed. “We would have to have a full-out, royal wedding, wouldn’t we? And what about your mother? Surely, she would see right through this.”
“Leave my mother to me,” I replied. “She may be quick, but she knows it will bring a queen to the kingdom, and that is all she cares about. And yes, to the wedding. It is a tradition. That being said, you would be the future queen. Everything would be taken care of for you.”
“All of this is absolutely insane,” she said. She pushed out her chair and walked over to the floor to ceiling windows. “How do I get myself into these situations? I mean, you’re a good-looking man who happens to be obscenely rich and a member of royalty. Don’t you have some duchess or something that you can get hitched to, instead of a British stripper vagabond?”
“Sure, but I am looking for a business arrangement,” I responded honestly. “I don’t want the drama and headache of a serious relationship. Most girls want the fairy tale, and I am not Prince Charming.”
“Tell me about it,” she said under her breath.
I watched as she stared out over the city, the look on her face showing she was giving it some serious thought. I took a sip of my coffee and waited a moment before pressing her. I had to remember that while this was a saving grace for me, this was a lot to ask of another person, especially a woman with no aspirations for the throne.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“I think I need a minute,” she said over her shoulder. “You just dropped some big news on me. How many times in a woman’s life do you think a prince asks her to fake a marriage with him? This isn’t really in the lessons they teach you as a little girl.”
I smiled to myself, looking back at the breakfast left abandoned on the table. I didn’t want to push Adriana, but I was pretty taken back by her mastery of negotiation. I had a feeling she wasn’t done yet. I knew as soon as the papers hit the stand at home, my mother would be calling me, wondering why I jumped on a plane and got the hell out of the kingdom.
I was pretty sure the media had snapped pictures of me, not only getting tossed out of the two clubs last night, but staggering into the strip club, which was not going to please my mother at all. Luckily, Caspian did a really good job at not allowing press or cameras in the club. So I knew no one was going to see me tossing money at Adriana, but they may have gotten some pictures as we entered my parents’ hotel. That was easily fixable, though. No matter how much of a playboy I am, no one would really think that I proposed to a stripper from Prague.
I looked over at the window and saw the sunlight shining on Adriana’s blonde locks. Her dark roots peeked out in the bright daylight, and I realized she was just a girl. She was just as beautiful now as she was when I saw her dancing on the stage last night, and I knew, with a little care and some new clothes, she would pass for royalty in a heartbeat. The only problem was, I didn’t know if she was going to say yes or no.
I had assumed that because of her career choice, it would be easy to wave some money in front of her and watch her jump at the opportunity. Adriana wasn’t that kind of girl. She held on to her moral compass like it was her life. Still, no one else last night even slightly caught my eye, and this girl completely blew me away. She took command of the stage like a queen on her throne, and that is exactly the persona I needed to take back home with me, minus the red lights and gold bodysuit. Although, I wouldn’t mind her wearing that to bed every night. As she stood there, tapping her bare foot and biting her nails nervously, I wondered just what was running through her hot little mind.
Chapter 7: Adriana
I couldn’t even believe I was standing here, thinking about accepting this guy’s proposal. He wanted me to basically throw any morals I
had out of the window and fake a marriage to him, ultimately lying to the queen, the kingdom, and everyone I knew. Not to mention the fact that I was pimping out my own hand in marriage, and for what? For 100,000 pounds and a cool, year-long vacation in a country I didn’t know, with a queen I was already terrified of?
On the other hand, I had just spent a really hot, sensual night with a real live prince, and he was offering me more money than I would ever see in a year, especially working for that douche bag, tight-fisted boss, Reg. Could I really spend an entire year in a country I had never heard of?
I mean, this guy was a prince, and more than charming. He was handsome, funny, and caring, but I wasn’t in love with him. This arrangement would force me to act like I was. I would be a real, but fake, princess. Who else could even start to say they had an opportunity like that?
I had always been such a great judge of character, but this hit me out of nowhere. This guy had something going on that he wasn’t telling me about, and it was making me really uneasy. What if he was a crazy person, hidden from the public by the royal guards? I shook my head, realizing I was getting a bit extreme here, but my mind was racing, and I just didn’t know what to do or say. I heard him behind me, tapping on the table, trying to be patient, and waiting for my answer. I took a deep breath and turned around to face him. He looked up and smiled his charming grin at me.
“Three,” I said, putting my hands on my hips.
“Three?” He looked confused.
“Pay me three hundred thousand pounds, and I will do it,” I said, and then held my breath.
When I had gotten to Prague, my naivety kicked my ass, and Reg took complete advantage of me. That was definitely not something I was going to let happen here. My fake marriage and a year of my life was worth way more than a hundred thousand, and he knew that. I watched his brow furrow, and he picked up his phone, scanning through different apps and counting things in his head. He shook his head and smirked, looking up at me.
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