Taming My Prince Charming

by J. S. Cooper

  “Lola, come.” I grabbed her arm. “We need to talk.”

  “Hi, Xavier.” Tarquin grinned at me and I ignored him.

  “Where are you taking me?” Lola gasped as I pulled her out of the room with me.

  “We need to talk.” I hissed, annoyed at her. “You cannot keep flirting with every man you see.”

  “What are you talking about? I’ve not been flirting with anyone.”

  “You will receive a lot of attention tonight.” I pulled her into a small bathroom and closed the door. “You cannot let it get to your head.”

  “Xavier, I was just talking to Tarquin. No one has been flirting with me. In fact, no one has even smiled at me asides from him.”

  “Trust me the men are doing a lot more than flirting.”

  “What are you talking about?” She rolled her eyes.

  “I’m talking about this.” I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her face towards me before I kissed her hard. She was hesitant at first, but then she kissed me back passionately. That was one of the things I loved about Lola, she was always so honest with her emotions and physical reactions. I knew her body craved mine just as much as I craved hers. Her lips sucked on my tongue and I pulled her dress up and squeezed her ass. I was pleased to feel that she was wearing a thong.

  “Xavier,” she muttered against my lips. “What are you doing?”

  “Shh.” I groaned and lifted her up against the wall. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  “What?”

  “Just do it.” I unzipped my pants.

  “No, you’ve been hot and cold to me all day. You didn’t even speak to me when you came into the room. I don’t get you.”

  I groaned as I looked at the desire and uncertainty in her eyes. “I thought you looked beautiful. It took me back a bit. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away.”

  “Everything—”

  “Shh.” I kissed her again and undid my zipper.

  “Xavier, we can’t.” She gasped as my fingers found her already wet.

  “Bang against the wall.” I grinned. “And argue with me.”

  “Argue about what?”

  “Anything you want.” I groaned as I pushed her back against the door and adjusted myself. “We want people to think we’re arguing.”

  “Why?” She moaned as the tip of my cock presses against her opening.

  “Because we don’t want them to know we’re fucking.” I bit down on her neck as I entered her and she screamed out in pleasure. “Hold onto me.” I grunted as I entered her quickly. Her pussy trembled on my cock and I groaned as I slammed in and out of her. “Stop arguing with me.” I grunted out and banged the wall and she looked at me in confusion. “Argue with me.” I whispered as I slammed into her again.

  “You’re a jerk.” She gasped and clung onto my back, her fingernails sharp through my thin suit.

  “When will you listen to me?” I shouted and pulled her ass up to stop her from slipping down. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you.” I groaned into her ear as I increased my pace.

  “You need to listen to...” She broke off with a cry. “Oh my God.” She moaned and banged the wall. “Xavier.” She screamed as I pounded into her. I grabbed her arms and pushed them up and held them back. Her legs tightened around me and she shifted and that allowed my cock to enter her even deeper.

  “Do that again.” I grunted as my hands squeezed her breasts.

  “Do what?”

  “Move your hips.” I groaned and leaned forward to kiss her. She moved back and forth slightly and my body filled with heat and desire and the feel of her around my hardness. I increased my pace as I felt her pussy lips trembling. I knew she was about to come. I could tell it from the way her walls were clenching and holding onto my cock. I slammed into her a few more times and she bit down into my shoulder as she came hard and fast. Her juices poured over my cock as I kept up my pace and within seconds I was coming inside of her, exploding like dynamite. I pressed myself against her as we both came down from our high, breathing heavily. I grinned at her and then banged the wall.

  “Don’t you talk to me like that.” I shouted.

  “I’ll talk to you how I like.” She grinned as she shouted back at me and slipped down to the floor.

  “I don’t care how you talk to me as long as you let me fuck you like that, whenever I want to.” I whispered into her ear.

  “By day I’m acting as your fiancée and by night, you’re treating me as your whore.” She shook her head as she licked her lips and smoothed her dress back down.

  “That’s the best of both worlds isn’t it?”

  “I don’t know. It’s not something I aspired to in life.” She made a face at me and all I wanted to do was kiss her again.

  “That’s a pity then.” I pursed my lips. “Everyone should aspire to have their world rocked at some point.” I smiled at her small intake of breath and the red hue that rose on her face. “I mean, I didn’t see you complaining just now.”

  “Ass.” She hissed.

  “An ass that wants your ass.” I laughed and opened the door so we could leave the bathroom. There were people outside the door staring at us with curious expressions, but I ignored them and grabbed her hand and walked towards the ballroom. All of a sudden, I felt happier and higher than I had earlier in the day. Now that I’d finally been able to have her again, everything was right with the world. I grinned to myself at the thoughts of the new world I was going to introduce her to. I wasn’t sure that tonight was the right night, but I was very excited to see how she would act once she realized just how deep and dark my kinky side could go.

  CHAPTER

  FIVE

  “We’re going to have so much fun.” Tarquin grabbed my hand as we walked to his car. “I can’t wait for you to meet everyone.”

  “I don’t know.” I sighed and yawned. “I don’t feel like anyone is going to like me.”

  “What are you talking about? Everyone is going to love you. Everyone wants to meet the girl that stole Xavier’s heart.”

  “Uh huh.” I smiled weakly. “I’m not sure I stole much of anything. And no one cared about me much last night.”

  “That’s because they’re older. They know how to hide it better.” He laughed. “Trust me they were interested on the inside.”

  “If you say so.” I shrugged, thinking about the previous evening. After Xavier and I had made love in the bathroom¸ we’d gone to the ballroom and danced and then I’d been stuck with Tarquin for the rest of the night while he had mingled. I’d felt so self-conscious that I hadn’t gone out of my way to look at or talk to anyone.

  “So,” Tarquin changed the subject and opened the door to a cute small red fiat. “I’ve got to know. What made you go for Xavier and not Sebastian?”

  “What are you talking about?” I slid into the car and frowned. “I didn’t go for anyone.”

  “Well Xavier and Sebastian were both in the class right? Just different roles. And everyone knows Sebastian is much cooler and even more handsome than Xavier. And well, he’s closer to your age. Not that I have a problem with your age, but I’m just so curious. How did you choose Xavier over Seb?”

  “I met Xavier before class even started. I had, I mean we had a connection before class even started. He didn’t even know he was going to be my professor.”

  “Oh.” Tarquin looked at me curiously. “I didn’t know you both met before class started. Sebastian didn’t tell me.”

  “You’ve spoken to Sebastian?”

  “Of course, we’re best friends.” Tarquin grinned. “Did he not tell you? We grew up together. He wanted me to come to London as well, but I said no way. I felt bad when Aunt Henrietta made him go, but not bad enough to endure the pain and stress of more school.”

  “He seemed to be enjoying the class.”

  “I’m sure he was faking it for Xavier. He didn’t want Xav reporting back to Aunt Henrietta and getting him into more trouble.”

  “More trouble?”
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br />   “Sebastian’s not the best student. He’s not dumb, but we like to have fun.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means that last term, while we were meant to be studying for finals, we were in Monte Carlo instead.” He laughed. “And let’s just say that he lost about a hundred grand playing craps.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah.” Tarquin laughed. “Aunt Henrietta flipped a switch, is that how you American’s say it.”

  “I guess so.” I laughed.

  “I’m so glad Xavier let you come out with me today. After yesterday I thought he was going to be a punk.”

  “What do you mean?” I bit my lower lip, wondering exactly what Tarquin knew.

  “Well he was giving every guy that even looked at you death stares and then he said that no one should bother you and that you guys were going to go somewhere afterwards, but I guess you changed your mind. Why were you guys arguing by the way?”

  “You heard us arguing?” My face flushed as I thought about our ‘argument’.

  “We all heard you guys shouting at each other and banging the wall. I nearly came in to save you.”

  “Oh you did?” My heart stopped as I thought about Tarquin coming in.

  “Yeah, but decided it was better for me to leave well enough alone. I was glad to hear you telling Xavier what you thought. Too many women just accept everything he has to say because he’s Prince Xavier, heir to the throne.”

  “I think they accept it for other reasons.” I smiled. “There is the fact that he’s hot.”

  “Ugh, don’t.” Tarquin made a face as he pulled up to a park. “Sebastian and Xavier got all the looks in the family. I got nothing.”

  “You’re handsome as well.” I looked at Tarquin and searched his face to see if he was upset.

  “Eh, no I’m not, not compared to them. But it’s fine. They got the dark devilish hair and the tall and buff physiques. I’m blonder than blond and skinny like a matchstick. If I wasn’t a Lord, I’d have no women.”

  “You’re not skinny like a matchstick.” I stared at his pale white limbs and paused. “I mean you’re not Arnold Schwarzenegger by any means, but you’re not a twig.”

  “Are you talking to me baby?” His face deepened as he tried to imitate Arnold. “I’ll be baacccck.”

  “Uh okay.” I laughed as we got out of the car. “My best friend Anna loves blond guys, she’d love you.”

  “Where is this best friend you speak of?” He grinned. “I need to meet this woman that loves blond guys.”

  “She’s in London.” I grinned. “Waiting on me to come back home.”

  “Tell her to come over to Romerius.” He said eagerly. “She can come with Sebastian. That way she can fly on the private jet and won’t have to spend money on a ticket.”

  “She has class.” I laughed. “And neither one of us has a hundred grand to spend gambling anywhere. We both need to go to class.”

  “What are you going to do?” He frowned as he stared at me.

  “What am I going to do where?”

  “Now that you’re marrying Xavier. Are you going to give up school?”

  “Of course I’m not giving up school.”

  “How is that going to work then?”

  “How is what going to work?” I scratched my head.

  “When you’re married, your place will be in Romerius, not in school.”

  “That’s not something I’m worried about. We haven’t set a date for the wedding.”

  “Oh really?” He looked at me curiously. “Do you not know when you want to get married?”

  “I haven’t given it much thought.”

  “Maybe you should stick with someone your own age. Sebastian and I are just as eligible.” He paused and I froze wondering if he was coming on to me. “But I guess you have Xavier, so you don’t need us.” He laughed.

  “So who are we meeting?” I asked him casually, hoping to change the subject as he was making me feel uncomfortable.

  “Just some of my friends and some of Sebastian’s friends as well.”

  “Why do you keep mentioning Sebastian?” I frowned as we walked into the gardens. “And do you guys normally hang out at the park?”

  “No, we don’t normally hang out at the park. Only when we want to enjoy the sunshine. And I didn’t know that I was mentioning Sebastian a lot. Sorry.”

  “Nothing to apologize about.” I followed him through the gate.

  “Where did Xavier go today?” Tarquin asked me as he waved to a group of people about ten yards away.

  “I don’t know. He was gone when I woke up.”

  “Oh okay.” He nodded. “Let’s go and have some fun.”

  He ran over to the group and gave a couple of girls a hug and then stepped back. “This is Lola, everyone. Xavier’s fiancée.”

  “Hi.” I smiled at the group in front of me. There were three boys and three girls, all looking at me with curious expressions.

  “Hi,” A tall blonde with beautiful big blue eyes stepped forward. “I’m Violeta. It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Nice to meet you too.” I froze as her eyes looked into mine with a stony expression that didn’t match her tone.

  “So you’re the famous, Lola.” She looked me up and down and smiled sweetly. “Not what I expected. At all.” She stepped back and then walked over to Tarquin and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Where’ve you been Tarq? I’ve missed you.”

  “My parents have me at the palace with Aunt Henrietta and Uncle James to help around the palace now that Sebastian’s kicking back in London.”

  “He’s so lucky. I can’t believe they let him go.” Another boy with dark brown hair spoke up. “I’ve been working at my father’s law firm for the last six months. I told him that I needed time off to work on the band and he just won’t listen.”

  “Mother told me I need to go to Switzerland for finishing school.” A girl with long red hair spoke up. “I told her there’s nothing that needs finishing about me. She said that obviously there was because I didn’t have a husband yet.” She rolled her eyes. “As if I need a husband. At my age!” Everyone nodded their agreement and then looked at me for a quick second with an embarrassed smile.

  “How old is everyone?” I asked politely, not wanting to be a bitch.

  “We’re all twenty and twenty-one, except for Violeta, she’s twenty-three.” Tarquin answered.

  “I’m the odd one out.” Her voice was sharp as she gazed at me. Her fingers played with her long blonde hair and she shook her head back and forth. “I’m not royalty, related to royalty and my parents don’t have any money.” She smiled at me. “You could say I’m the odd one out in the group.”

  “Don’t be silly Vi.” Tarquin rubbed her shoulder. “You’re the Queen of the group.”

  “That’s true.” She grinned. I stared at her slender figure. She was wearing a pair of short white shorts and a flimsy black top that showed her flat stomach. She stretched and everyone watched as her top moved up her body, close to exposing her braless breasts.

  “How did you guys meet?” I asked curiously. Violeta didn’t seem to be the sort of girl that would normally hang out with someone like Tarquin.

  “Well, I—” Violeta began with a huge smile.

  “We met through Seb.” Tarquin cut her off and grabbed my hand. “Come, let’s go grab some food. Louisa’s cooks make the best croque-monsieur’s and you just have to try one.”

  “Okay.” I nodded and I could see that Violeta was displeased at being cut off. A part of me wondered what she was going to say. Maybe she had dated Sebastian and it had ended badly. Maybe that was the real reason why he’d gone to London.

  “So how do you like everyone so far?” Tarquin asked me excitedly, his whole demeanor changed as we reached a wooden table filled with food.

  “I haven’t really met anyone. I don’t know how I feel.” I said as I reached for a glass. That wasn’t technically true. I already knew that I didn’t like Violeta, but
I wasn’t going to say anything as it would look more like petty jealousy.

  “Oh.” Tarquin looked disappointed. “Everyone’s so excited you’re here. We all want to get to know more about you.”

  “Get to know more about me or me and Xavier?” I said finally and paused for a second. “If it’s the latter, I’m not sure they’ll be getting the info that they need.” I was starting to feel really annoyed. Was it really such a stretch that Xavier would be with someone like me? It was starting to feel quite offensive. Everyone was saying how lucky I was to get Xavier, but I hadn’t really heard anyone saying how lucky Xavier was to have me. Granted I wasn’t a Princess, but I thought I was a pretty good catch. I was pretty, I was fun, and I was smart. He was lucky that he had me as a fake fiancée. I’m not even sure that Xavier appreciated how lucky he was either, which made me feel even more used.

  “I’m sure they want to know about you and also how you and Xavier met and all that good stuff.”

  “I’m not in the mood. I’m not going to be talking about Xavier and I.” I shook my head and took the plate he offered me.

  “Did anyone ask you to talk about Xavier?” A feminine voice said behind me and I turned around. Violeta was standing there with a disgruntled look on her face. “You’re not the only girl he’s been with and I, for one, doubt you’ll be the last.” Violeta looked me up and down. “I’m sure that you’re just a rebound for him as he’s trying to get over his ex.”

  “What ex?” I said, and immediately regret it when I saw Violeta grinning at me.

  “He didn’t tell you about his last girlfriend? The girl he wanted to marry?” She raised an eyebrow. “She’s the reason why he went to London to teach.” She smiled and ran her hands through her hair again before giving me an evil smile. “Oh well, least said, soonest mended. That’s what you folks say on the farm right.”

  “The farm?” I frowned.

  “Oh, you’re not from a farm.” She looked at my clothes pointedly. “I thought that was why you had such poor fashion sense.”

  “You thought I was from a farm?”

  “What other reason would you have for wearing those clothes?” She asked me softly and I froze. I realized she was trying to wind me up and insult me. A part of me didn’t want to take it. A part of me wanted to slap her hard. That would take the satisfied look off of her face, but I knew that that wasn’t really something I could do. I knew that word would get back to the palace and everything would be twisted. It would become a story about me being violent and hitting some poor innocent girl. And that would be just another reason of why I wasn’t good enough for Xavier.