His Absolute Betrayal - Elise's Love Story: The Billionaire's Continuum (#2) (A Contemporary Romance Novel)

by Cerys du Lys

  This worked out most of the time, and soon Elizabeth had a list of people to do things for her. She paid them, of course, but usually she gained more from it. Did a man need something stitched up, though privately without anyone knowing? She could do that, hide the evidence of his adulterous affair, but it'd cost ten silver coins. He paid her ten, she went down the street with his shirt and hired a woman to do the job for eight, and she profited two. That was what she did, lots of jobs like that. Message delivery, pot and pan repair, basics of this and that, along with more interesting tasks like finding out what Mr. McDougal was doing at the inn last Friday night and why he didn't come home until early in the morning.

  Elizabeth wanted to go to a bigger city, but she couldn't afford it. She made money, but everyone needed something in her family, so she ended up giving them most of what she earned. That was the problem with liking your family, she thought. They were nice people, though, and never asked for the money and showed appreciation when she helped them, so she was happy to do it, but...

  Then, one day, a herald announced the coming of the Prince. From the castle! Which was exciting, and Elizabeth might've gone to see him, but she had business to do and profited quite a bit from everyone heading to the town square. She hired a few street rats to run around and pick up some things, lose a few others, find more and put them somewhere else entirely. Mischief, in a manner of speaking, but when someone paid the right price she would do a lot of things.

  Except it didn't entirely work out that way. As she sat in her mother's kitchen, windows opened wide, reading through her checklist of tasks that needed doing in the couple of hours while the Prince was here, someone interrupted her.

  "Hello there," a man said from her window, peeking inside.

  Elizabeth jumped, startled, then looked up. She didn't bother hiding her book of tasks, because barely anyone in the village could read except for her and a few of the elderly. "Hello," she said. "May I help you?"

  Then she noticed who she was speaking with. The Prince! But wasn't he supposed to be in the center of town, doing whatever he'd come to do? The herald mentioned the Prince was looking for a pet, which made no sense. Still, most everyone she knew had brought their animals for him to inspect, hoping for a hefty price if one of them caught the Prince's eyes.

  "I'm Roland," he said. "The Prince here, um. And you are?"

  "Elizabeth," she said, prim and proper. "Did you come to me for a reason, Roland?"

  This was her break! She could do a job for the Prince and make enough money to pay for her family and leave Rosedale for somewhere more interesting.

  Except the Prince said, "Yes, I'm looking for a pet, and you've definitely caught my eye, so I'm choosing you."

  She stared at him. He looked at her with complete sincerity.

  "Are you serious?" she asked.

  He paused, unsure for a second. "Yes?"

  "You don't sound serious."

  "Well, no, I mean, I am. This is how this works. You'll come to the castle as my mistress, and I'll pay you a monthly allowance. I don't much care what you do with it. You can have a room to put your belongings in, if you want? There's lots of empty ones in the castle, so it shouldn't be an issue. It's a big place, you know?"

  "A mistress," Elizabeth said. "You haven't a wife, though. Neither are you courting someone, as far as I know. Is this a private affair? You know if you announce you have a mistress, people will know you're secretly dating a girl, don't you?"

  "I'm not courting anyone, though." Roland scratched his chin. "Um, maybe that's why it's called a pet? I know some of my friends aren't in relationships and they have one, so I think it's fine. I should ask about that, though."

  "So you don't know what you're doing?" she asked.

  "I know what I'm doing," Roland replied. "In a manner of speaking."

  "So you know what you're doing, but you don't know how to do it?"

  "I'm new at this. You're being awfully confrontational, aren't you? It's not good behavior for a pet. And since I've claimed you as that, you've got to do what I say."

  "I think that's the wrong way of it, because you haven't paid me yet, and from what you said that's part of the deal."

  Prince Roland held up a finger, gesturing for her to wait, and unstrapped a money pouch from the belt at his waist. He held it through the window for her. Elizabeth took the bag in her dainty fingers and untied the string holding it shut. Quick, sorting the money into piles, she counted it.

  "Ten gold coins," she said, hiding her excitement. "Is that all?"

  "What do you mean is that all? That's a lot of money." The Prince looked nervous, though. His face was red and sweat dripped down his brow.

  "I want fifteen."

  "Fine, fine!" He rummaged through his pockets and brought up five more gold coins(no silver this time), passing them to her through the window.

  "I've changed my mind. I'd like twenty now."

  Again, the Prince grabbed for more money in his pockets, but this time he hesitated before handing it to her. "Wait a moment—"

  Drats! Maybe she shouldn't have pressed her luck, but she could tell he wasn't much of a bargainer and she thought she could get away with it. He was going to rescind on their deal and take it all back, wasn't he?

  "I'd like to say, first," he said, "this pet business, there's a certain amount expected of you, alright? And this is it! No more money! Just twenty, or I'll find another pet. That's too expensive."

  Elizabeth sighed a breath of relief. "Alright, yes, twenty is a good price." Twenty gold coins! She could do a lot with that. "What are the requirements?"

  "There's sex," he said. "Also, you've got to listen to me."

  "Sex, alright." She turned to a blank page in her notebook and jotted this down. "With you, I assume?"

  "Yes, yes, with me."

  "So this is like prostitution?" The Prince was definitely in the one percent she would prostitute herself to.

  "No! I don't need to hire a prostitute! I'm the Prince."

  "Well, it is like it, though, since you're paying me and I'm supposed to have sex with you. We can call it whatever you like, but I'm just spelling out the terms of our agreement here."

  The Prince furrowed his brow and scratched his head. "It's somewhat like that, but not entirely. Don't say that in front of other people, though. I have a reputation to uphold."

  "Is that part of this agreement, too?" she asked with a smirk.

  "Yes, no mentioning prostitution."

  "Alright, what else?"

  As it turned out, there wasn't a lot. The Prince wanted sex, and for her to listen to him, and he thought that was just about it, but he wasn't entirely sure and they might renegotiate at a later date. Elizabeth agreed, had him sign the bottom of the page with the list of rules, then she signed below him.

  "It's not quite legally binding," she said, "but it's to remind us of what we've agreed upon."

  "Yes, well—speaking of that." Roland was inside the house now, and looked to the ceiling, fidgeting with his hands. "I'd like to test the goods, if you will? Before finalizing anything. Purely business, you realize?"

  "You want to have sex with me?" she asked. "Right here?"

  "Maybe in a bed. Do you have beds in this village? I can never tell what you do or don't have. It's so difficult to keep track."

  Elizabeth practically dragged Roland to her bedroom. He followed her, whining and complaining, especially up the stairs, and saying if she harmed him she'd be arrested.

  "I'm not going to harm you, silly."

  He understood better once she shut the door of her bedroom. Possibly small by his standards, but the bed would suit their needs and she liked it well enough.

  "Is this it?" he asked. Leaning against the door, he lifted his leg up and touched the opposite wall with his foot. "It's a bit small, isn't it?"

  "Shut up," she said, getting to her knees and trying to figure out how to unbuckle his pants.

  "Is that a bed?" he asked, scrutinizing her straw-f
illed mattress on the floor. "There aren't fleas, are there?"

  "How do you get this off?" She didn't have a million experiences with men, but most of the ones she'd bedded wore pants much less fancy than this.

  "Oh, you just do—" He unsnapped a buckle, undid a few buttons, then pulled at a certain spot and his pants dropped to his knees. "—this."

  She grinned, looking at her reward, and—then frowned. "You're not even hard."

  "I'm nervous!" he said. "I wasn't expecting this."

  "Is this going to happen often, because I'm not sure why we added sex into the agreement if so?"

  "No! No, look, hold on."

  Roland put his hands under her arms and picked her up from the ground so she was standing next to him. "Let's—let's take it slow. Savor it."

  Elizabeth shrugged and laughed. "Whatever you wish." For twenty gold coins she could go as slow as he liked. Even for less, she might agree, because Roland was a Prince and rather handsome. Just the fact of sleeping with him could get her money from someone, she was pretty sure. And hopefully he was a good lay, since they must train royalty in that or something, right?

  He removed her glasses and placed them delicately on a shelf nearby.

  "I can't see." She frowned.

  "Shhh."

  Despite his previously awkward nature, he did end up being rather good at this. His hands were masculine and strong, yet smooth, unlike the rough fingers of most every other man she knew. He unbuttoned her white blouse down to the top of her black corset, then pushed away the fabric above her chest. Moving in, he kissed the tops of her breasts and licked along the curves of her collarbone.

  Elizabeth melted. Most men she knew, and occasionally fucked, went straight for the goods. They never bothered to unbutton anything, they ripped her clothes off. They didn't kiss her, they slobbered on her. They didn't—

  Roland pulled her towards him, his hands on her waist. She was shorter, so he ended up grinding his crotch against her stomach, but somehow this was more erotic to her. With fast movements, contrasting with the slow, languorous kissing along the bottom of her neck, he spread her legs with his foot then picked her up with his knee. Pressing her against the wall, with her body lifted up on his knee between her thighs, he held her in midair.

  "You're very beautiful, Elizabeth," he said, whispering against her skin, inching his lips up along her neck to her cheek.

  A soft moan escaped her lips, and she smiled, looking down at him. Her vision was terrible, and he was a blur, but she liked the way he looked like this. A soft stretch of colors, like a ghost, lifting her off the ground and teasing her.

  One hand groped her breasts through the cloth of her blouse and corset while the other deftly undid the buttons on both. Once finished, he opened her clothing and revealed her bare skin. She felt strange, wanting to blush, except this was sex for money, so why should she? Business, pure and simple, and very good business at that. She forgot all of that when his lips descended on one of her hardened nipples. He sucked it in his warm, wet mouth, and rolled his tongue across the sensitive nub with tender passion.

  She writhed in his grip, scared she might fall but not able to control herself. He held her up, though, steady and sure, body pressed close to hers while his knee found a good place to nestle between her thighs. He inched his knee upwards just as he gently nibbled on her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her. With practiced, obvious skill, he maneuvered his thigh and knee so that with even the faintest movement he could make the cloth of her skirt and panties rub against her clit and smooth, moist lower lips.

  "Fuck," she said. "Are you hard yet?" It was a chore to speak during his manipulation of her body, but she managed somehow.

  "Yes, but—"

  "Let me down, let me down," she said. "I need you inside me so bad. On the bed, on the bed!"

  "I'm trying to—"

  "Do I have to beg? I want you to fuck me!"

  ~*~

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  About the Author

  Cerys is a USA Today Bestselling Author. She has charted on numerous best sellers and hot new release lists internationally and with multiple books.

  She lives in the Greater Boston area in a small town in New Hampshire. She spends her days writing, reading, learning, and working. And maybe
sometimes she flirts with the mailman. Some of her most favorite activities involve understanding and learning about emotions and relationships.

  She adores pondering sexuality and sensualness. Most of her writing delves into this in some way, exploring reactions and relationships between different people. While she enjoys writing erotica and erotic romance, her goal is to also keep a certain literary appeal to the writing instead of something purely pornographic. Every story she writes has a delightful plot along with the more devious and delicious scenes we all want to read.

  She prefers romance settings, with the occasional monster or fairytale. Her secret kinks include reluctance, interesting paranormal creatures, romance (even with monsters), and fun. She loves writing about all of these things, though very strongly acknowledges that fantasies are fiction and nothing more.

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  Afterwords

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