Rock Hard Prince Charming: A Royal Bad Boy Romance

by Rye Hart

  My cock spasmed, filling her up as my hot jets of cum splashed her depths. Once my release was over, I opened my eyes and looked up at her. “Are you protected?”

  “Yes,” she said with a weak voice. “That was the most amazing thing; I didn’t want it to stop. I never knew I could feel like that.” She rested her head against me, and I was still buried deep inside her, with the mess of our sex seeping out around us.

  “Let’s go to the shower. I’ll clean you up.” I sat up and lifted her off of me before standing and reaching a hand back down to her.

  She moaned as she got to her feet and her legs were so wobbly that she sat back down.

  I went over to the bed and lifted her up into my arms, cradling her as I strolled into the bathroom and put her on her feet.

  I turned on the shower and we stepped under the warm spray. Cindy tilted her head back and let the water cascade over her, washing away the evidence of our encounter. She was so beautiful that all I could do was stand and stare at her.

  She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “I hope I didn’t disappoint you,” she said quietly.

  I reached down and cupped her chin in my hand, bring her eyes up to meet mine. “You could never disappoint me Cindy. You were incredible.” I brought my mouth down to hers and pulled her into a passionate kiss. The feel of her wet, naked flesh pressed against me, had my cock twitching for more.

  I slid a hand between us and I slipped a finger into her tender channel. I stroked her silky walls, and she moaned against me, grinding her hips. My cock hardened, ready to go again. I turned her around and gently pushed her forward so that she opened up before me. She moaned louder as I slipped my cock into her and thrust against her g-spot until she came again.

  I thrust harder and faster as her walls collapsed around me, working a steady pace until my cock pulsed, spilling inside her. I’d think about the consequences later.

  We finished cleaning ourselves up and then took turns drying one another off. It was a surprisingly intimate moment.

  We walked back into the bedroom and lay back down on her bed. I was suddenly tired and didn’t want to leave.

  “Will you stay?” She propped herself up on her elbow beside me and gave me a quick kiss. “Please?”

  I nodded my head and pulled her down next to me. We both fell drifted off and I didn’t wake

  until my phone rang the next morning. “Rise and shine, Sweet Prince,” said Lucas.

  “I know you have GPS on my phone, so you know I’m not dead. You also know that when you suspect I’ve stayed with someone, you’re supposed to call the driver.”

  “I know the protocol, Your Hiney, so tell me, under what circumstance do you think I’ve called?”

  He went quiet as I took a deep breath and realized he hadn’t called for no reason.

  “Mother?”

  “Ding, ding, ding. You win the prize. She showed up here about an hour ago and is asking where you are. Not to mention, she’s checked your room and is in a foul mood. She snapped at Esme, and she hasn’t come out of her room since.”

  “Dammit. I’m on my way.” I hung up the phone and kissed Cindy on the cheek and then got up to gather my clothes. I’d let her sleep a few minutes before I woke her to tell her I was leaving, but then she sat up.

  “Who was that?”

  “Lucas, my assistant and my best friend. He called to warn me that my mother is in town. She’s on a tear about where I am.”

  “Is your mother the queen?”

  “Yes, but she’s not the ruling queen. My father is the ruling King, and when he passes or renounces his throne, it will become my duty.” I picked up my shirt and put it on, buttoning it quickly before grabbing my pants.

  Cindy rose from the bed and stepped closer, bringing her arms around me. “I don’t want you to leave.”

  I looked deep into her eyes and realized that I didn’t want to leave her either. I took both of her hands and kissed them on both sides.

  “Come with me.” I found myself blurting out. My mother would throw an absolute fit, but I didn’t really care.

  “Are you sure?” Her face brightened with a smile, and I decided right then and there that I was going to keep her.

  “Yes, but I’ll need some time alone there to talk to my mother. She’s never approved of anyone I’ve chosen for myself.”

  “Well, maybe she’ll like me,” she said hopefully.

  I hoped so too, for her sake, though the odds were not in her favor. I decided to keep that opinion to myself. After all, it didn’t matter to me what my mother thought. Cindy was my choice and I was to be king.

  A half hour later we walked into my house and were greeted by a whispering Lucas and my mother’s attendants. “You showed up just in time; she’s in her room lying down. She’d ordered the house to be under complete silence.”

  Esme came running around the corner and hugged my legs. Then she glanced up and saw Cindy.

  “Cindy!” she squeaked so loudly it rattled the walls. Then she covered her mouth as her eyes widened.

  “Enzo,” crooned my mother from upstairs.

  “Esme, you take Cindy and go into your room to play. I’ll be in later after I’ve finished talking to Grandmother.” The two of them scampered away together, and I turned to Lucas who was giving me a disapproving glare.

  “You brought her with you? Bad idea. Let’s hope your mother didn’t pack her guillotine.”

  Her heavy footsteps were on my stairs, and then she rounded the corner. “Enzo! Where have you been? You left your daughter in the care of your assistant and just disappeared without a trace?”

  “Don’t be dramatic mother. It isn’t like Lucas doesn’t know where I am at all times.” I was an adult, about to be king, and tired of explaining myself to my mother.

  “You were with that whore, weren’t you? That blemish to our name.”

  “Watch your tone, mother. She’s a good person, and I care about her deeply.” Her calling my virginal Cindy a whore was too much. “I won’t have you insult her again.”

  “How dare you talk to me that way?” She lifted her chin to look down her nose at me.

  “I’m with her, and you may as well get used to it.”

  She turned and stormed out of the room, and I let out a deep breath before going upstairs.

  I found Cindy and Esme in her room playing, and the two were having a wonderful time. Cindy smiled, but I could tell by the way her mouth set in an uncertain way, that she wasn’t okay.

  “Esme, let me talk to Cindy a minute.” I pulled Cindy out into the hall. “Are you okay?”

  “I think I should go. I’m not sure I fit into your life, Enzo. You are royalty, and you’re probably supposed to be with someone else that is royal blood as well. Am I right?”

  “I can be with whoever I want, Cindy, and I want you.”

  “I don’t want to make trouble for you. With that paparazzo on your trail, maybe last night was a mistake.” She was more worried about me than herself.

  “You’re amazing. I want to see you, Cindy. I’ll be damned if I let anyone try and stop me.” I took her into my arms and kissed her deeply.

  CHAPTER TWELVE - CINDY

  Things with Enzo had been going well, but it almost felt like too much too fast.

  “So you spend the entire day at his house avoiding the queen?” Patrick had come over, and the two of us were trying to get my sewing machine working so I could fix a pair of his best work pants. He tinkered with the bobbin, but couldn’t get it loaded.

  “Here, let me try.” I took the bobbin from his hand. “Yes, we spent the whole day in his room, which is more like a suite and discussed our situation. I still think things are going to blow up in my face. It’s all too good to be true.”

  “That’s not true, and there is no such thing. Good things happen to good people. It’s kismet, fate, or whatever other fun words that describe a miracle.”

  “Selena has already given me hell over that fake news story.”

>   “Yeah, but how fake was it? I mean, looks true to me. Especially knowing he popped that cherry you’ve been hoarding.”

  “Oh, like you didn’t have a lot to do with that. You’re the one who talked me into waiting more times than I can remember.”

  “That’s because I wanted you to wait for the right guy like I did. It’s a big deal, it should be with someone special, like a prince of a small European country.” He gave a little laugh and took the bobbin back for another go.

  “This machine is the devil. Let’s burn it and go buy another one.”

  Patrick gave it one last try, and the piece slipped into place. “Got it!” He put in a piece of fabric to test the machine, and it sewed like a charm.

  I walked away and went to sit on the couch across from him as he prepared to sew his pants.

  “He’s really going to be King you know. I mean, soon. His father is sick. Compound that with all the other issues with his mother, his daughter, and my job. I’m just not sure I fit into his life. I think I should call it off before I’m in too deep.” I felt the tears pool in my eyes, and Patrick lifted his head and stared as they fell down my cheeks.

  “Uh, oh, girl. I think it’s already too late. You’re crazy about him.” He looked back down, and the machine came to life again, the little motor humming like a buzz saw as he stitched the seam.

  “I’m just so frustrated. Why can’t things work out as I want them to?”

  “Whoa, there. You’re already setting yourself up for failure when you haven’t even begun to try. So, dry those tears and buckle up buttercup. It’s going to be a bumpy ride. But it sounds to me like he’s worth it.”

  I thought about how wonderful Enzo was and how he had treated me with such respect and tender care. He’d also stood up to his mother for me and that had meant a lot.

  We’d visited with Esme too, and she was such a little sweetheart, that I could see myself caring deeply for the girl. She had so many stories to tell, and she was only nine, that it made me feel like I hadn’t lived quite enough. Maybe it was time to change that.

  “You know what? I think I will.”

  “That’s my girl. Get back on that pony.” He blew me a kiss and made an obscene gesture with his tongue and the two of us shared a laugh. “If it were me, girl. I’d take my chances with a rich, handsome prince any day over worrying about my job or that bitch Selena. He could take care of you.”

  “I’m capable of taking care of myself, though. You know how adamant I am about that. I can do it. I’m hoping Selena will be over her crush and realize it isn’t going to happen with her, but I know it’s just wishful thinking.”

  “Well, I’m going to catch hell from her if I don’t run. I’ve got a private party to work, so I’m going to test this seam and see how it holds up.” He gave me a wink, and sashayed out the door.

  I had been ready long enough to drink two glasses of wine by the time Enzo showed up and was surprised to see that he’d driven himself, which I didn’t even know was an option.

  “Nice car, I didn’t know if you had a driver’s license or not.” I slid into the car and was overwhelmed by the smell of leather as I pulled on my seatbelt.

  “Thank you, and yes. It was one of the first things I did when I bought a place here. I don’t get to drive the car much, but it’s always serviced and ready for when I do want to. Besides, I thought we could use a little time alone. The guards and even Lucas get on my nerves at times. I’m hardly ever left alone.”

  “I guess, but it seems like it would be nice to not have to do certain things. Like laundry. I swear it’s never-ending.”

  “As a child, I would go down and watch the laundry staff back home. They’d let me use the iron and fold napkins, but my mother would have a fit. She didn’t understand why I would want to hang around with them, but I loved it. It was one of the only times I felt normal.”

  “Don’t get me wrong. I love doing for myself. I mean, this business with Selena has really got me worried. I need my job. I’ve always taken care of myself. Even when I was younger. My mother raised me alone, and we worked for everything. When she remarried, I was only seventeen, and he didn’t want any kids, so there was no room for me. I moved in with a friend and finished school and went to college.”

  “You’re amazing. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  I didn’t know what to say as the blush rose to my cheeks.

  We arrived at the restaurant, and he pulled up to the valet and got out. Then he opened my door and took my hand.

  We walked inside, and Enzo whispered something to the maitre d, and soon we were on our way to the back to an intimate table. He nodded his thank you and the man left us alone.

  “I hope you enjoy the view,” he said, gesturing to the panoramic cityscape that spread out before us.

  “It’s lovely, thank you.” I looked around and was glad that I’d opted for the dress and not the pants and heels I’d almost put on.

  We started with more wine, and it tasted like heaven compared to the cheap stuff I had at home. Then we ordered as we talked more about our lives.

  It was amazing to hear all of the stories of him as a boy in the huge castle estate. “It’s really a castle? Like one from a fairy tale?” I just couldn’t get over it that people still lived in them.

  “Yes, a real castle. It’s beautiful and homey.”

  “And you’ll be king soon, so will you have a throne?”

  “Technically, I have a throne now. It’s a lovely ornate chair next to my father’s, but we never use it. Once he is gone, I will take his throne to the memorial room, and another will be commissioned for me.

  “Does Esme have a throne?”

  “Esme doesn’t now, but she will. As soon as I’m king, I’m going to declare her as my birthright.”

  “She isn’t now?”

  “My father would have had to declare it, and since her mother was a commoner and her birth was not recognized by the King to have been of his bloodline, no. Technically, I am not supposed to call her a princess. But it’s my first order of duty, even though she’s always been the princess in my eyes.”

  “Why wouldn’t your father recognize her birth? She’s his granddaughter, and from what she told me, she loves him very much.”

  “That was my mother’s doing. She thinks my daughter is an embarrassment.”

  I was about to remark on how awful I thought it was when someone cleared their throat next to me.

  I looked up, and Selena was there with her sister, Emily and the two of them gave me a disappointed glare. Selena’s was the harshest.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN - ENZO

  The evening was going well until Selena showed up. I had enjoyed telling Cindy about my childhood and all my days in the castle as a boy. I was going to explain my daughter’s birthright, but then the White sisters showed up and put Cindy on edge.

  She shifted in her seat as Selena and her sister glared across the room at us as they took their table. “Great. She’s going to give me hell.”

  “I’m sorry. If I had known, I’d have chosen a different place.” How could I have known that they would show up though? I had an instinct to protect her and wished so badly I could tell Selena off and that she shouldn’t take it out on Cindy, but there were some things being the future king wouldn’t help me with.

  “It’s not your fault. But could we please finish up and get out of here? I don’t think she’s going to stop staring.”

  “Let her. I don’t like how she’s making you feel. She should not have that much control over you.” I shook my head and dropped my fork, losing my appetite. “She should be put in her place.”

  Cindy leaned across the table. “Please don’t cause a scene. She’ll fire me!”

  I couldn’t understand how someone would allow themselves to be treated so poorly for the sake of a job. It didn’t seem worth it. “So, what? You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” I looked her right in the eyes and waited for an answer.

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bsp; “If she fires me, I could lose my apartment. I could not pay any of my other bills, no food, should I go on? Some of us have to work.”

  “You don’t. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make arrangements to pay your rent and your bills if necessary. It’s not worth the trouble she’s giving us.” I picked up my fork, but she dropped hers and took a long pull off her wine.

  “I want to go home.” She kept her eyes down, and her voice was harsh.

  “Are you angry with me?” I was a little shocked.

  “You don’t get me at all. I’ve sat here this entire evening telling you how important it is for me to support myself, make my own way, and you offer to pay my rent?”

  “If it needs to be paid I don’t mind. I care about you, Cindy. I want to be with you without problems, and if Selena is making issues, then I say we remedy them.”

  “I say we remedy this relationship. That’s what she wants.”

  “So why does she get her way?” I had a feeling the woman knew we were arguing because she hadn’t taken her eyes off either of us since she’d arrived.

  “Because her way pays my bills!” She backed her chair up and got to her feet. While she stormed off to the restroom, I had the waiter come, and I paid the bill.

  When she came out, we went to the car and drove back to her place in silence. As I walked her up to her door, she took out her key and turned around. “I don’t think this is going to work. We’re too different. We don’t belong in each other’s worlds. If your mother can’t accept her own flesh and blood, she’s not going to ever like me. I’m not good for you.” She opened her door and stepped inside, but she kept her body in the space as she turned around with tears in her eyes.

  “You know, I’m getting really sick of people trying to tell me how to live my life. Sick of the way they’re deciding what’s best for me and who I should be with.” I stepped forward and took her arm, and the door fell open beside her. “I want you. I want us. So, I don’t give a damn what Selena or my mother have to say about it.” I pulled her closer and kissed her, and after a moment of resistance she melted against me, and I walked forward and closed the door.