by Madison Faye
“You are such a tease.”
“You want me to stop teasing?”
“Please, Cole!”
“You want me to fuck you, Princess? You want me to fuck you like a dirty girl, getting a thick cock in her tight little pussy across the hood of a car right here in the middle of a parking lot?”
She moaned, kissing me deeply as she reached down and curled her small fingers around my shaft. She stroked me with this feathery light touch, making my balls jump as I groaned into her.
“I think you need to fuck your wife, husband of mine.”
Fuck.
That was it. I grabbed her tight, and with one thrust of my hips, I buried every inch of my cock deep inside her pink, eager pussy. Faith cried out, wrapping her arms around my neck and rocking her hips to meet me as I started to drive into her. My hips crashed into her thighs, my heavy cum-filled balls slapping her ass with every thrust. I could feel her slick, sticky cum dripping down my shaft, making both of us slick and wet as we crashed together again and again.
I groaned as I pushed her back further onto the hood, crawling up onto her as her legs spread wide for me. I growled, rolling my hips as I started to fuck her, her legs wide and her feet up in the air as my thick cock buried itself to the hilt in her eager cunt again and again. I pushed her shirt up, yanked her bra down as my mouth covered one of her nipples. Faith writhed and moaned for me, her hands scratching down my back and clawing at my hair as I swirled my tongue over her soft pink nipple and plunged my cock in and out of her slippery pussy.
I could feel the hard little nub of her clit rubbing over my shaft on every thrust, and as more and more of her sticky cream leaked down my cock, and as she moaned higher and louder, and faster, I knew she was close.
…And I was going to be right there with her.
“You want to come for me, Princess? You want to come like a fucking dirty little girl on the hood of this car, where anyone could see you?”
“I— fuck, yes!” She gasped, clinging to me as her pussy rippled up and down my shaft. Her lips kissed and sucked down my jawline until I felt her breath hot in my ear. “I want you to fuck me like a bad girl,” she hissed, making my cock jump.
“Fuck me like I’m a dirty little slut.”
My cock throbbed, and my jaw clenched as the groan rumbled through my chest.
…What the fuck had I woken up inside sweet little Faith LaFleur?
But I wasn’t going to argue. I wasn’t going to question shit. I was going to give this angel — my wife — exactly what she wanted. I groaned as I started to fuck her faster, our bodies crashing together and her feet waving in the air as she screamed in pleasure. Her pussy gripped me so tightly, her body arching from the hood of the car to meet mine as we blurred into one.
“Come for me, you bad little girl,” I growled into her ear, my cock plunging deep inside of her as she squealed in pleasure. “You want me to fuck you like you’re my little slut?” My cock drove into her, making her scream into my neck. “Well only dirty girls get fucked on top of cars in dirty garages. Only bad girls take every inch of this big cock and get their pussies filled with cum.”
Faith’s whole body started to tense up, her jaw dropping as her eyes started to roll back.
“So come for me, Princess,” I growled. “Be my little fuck toy and come for me.”
That did it for both of us.
Faith’s whole body seemed to wrap tight around me — her legs clamping down on my hips, her arms wrapping around my neck, and her lips crushing to mine as her pussy clenched me like this sweet, hot little vise. She screamed as the orgasm exploded through her, and it was the last I could take. I roared into her mouth as I buried my big cock to the hilt in her pussy and just exploded. Hot, thick cum spurted from my cock, my balls twitching a they pumped rope after rope deep against her womb, until the two of us collapsed onto the car.
“I’m pretty sure that’s a dent.”
I grinned as I came up behind her, finishing with my belt and then wrapping my arms around her waist. She was dressed now, and biting her lip as she stared at the car.
“Yep,” I nodded at the hood of the Ferrari. “That’s a dent. I’ll get you a new one.”
She grinned, shaking her head as she turned to kiss me softly. “I think I want it there.”
“Bad girl,” I groaned, smiling as I kissed her slowly.
“I honestly don’t know where the heck I’m going to put this though. There’ll be a few questions if I drive into the palace grounds in this thing tonight.”
“Or you could park it in bay number 5 of the private rare auto garage down the promenade from your father’s palace in the capital.”
Yeah, I’d already thought of the questions of her driving home in this thing. So I’d bought a garage too. For her.
Her brows shot up. “Seriously?”
“Very. Park your usual car there. Or the garage itself is behind the mall. You can always have your chauffeur drop you there and then go get your own wheels.”
“You’re a little too good at this, you know.”
I grinned. “At what?”
“Being bad.”
“And you’re a little too good at that.”
“At what?” she whispered as I leaned closer.
“Making me want to do very bad things to you.”
She blushed, raking her teeth over her bottom lip before she leaned in and kissed me softly.
“I want to just tell them.”
“I know,” I growled. “It’s complicated, with all the shit with those bullshit charges and all that. But soon, angel,” I whispered fiercely. “Soon, I’m coming to get you at that palace, and I’m not going to bring you back.”
She whimpered as she kissed me deeply.
“When am I seeing you again?”
“I have this…thing tonight.”
Goddamnit. I wanted to tell her, I just didn’t know how. My “thing” was a war room meeting with my lawyers and some of my royal advisors to figure out how to fight this smear attack. I just wasn’t ready to get her involved in all of that. I wasn’t ready for her to get dirty for me like that.
Faith looked crestfallen, but she shrugged. “That’s okay.”
“If I could—”
“It’s really okay.” She smiled, leaning in to kiss me again.
“Well, tomorrow, I’m gone,” she sighed. “I’ve got his thing in Robling.”
I grinned. “Guess I’ll be seeing you there.”
Her brows shot up. “Wait, are you coming to the wedding?”
“Your friend’s ass-backwards, antiquated arranged marriage to King Milton?” I scowled. “Yeah, I’ll be there.” My lips pulled into a grin. “I mean, of course I’ll be there. My wife is one of the bridesmaids, you know.”
Faith blushed.
“We’ll figure this out soon, angel,” I growled, determination blazing through me. This shit had gone on long enough. I’d been tired of it all before, but now with her part of it? No way. It was time to shut this circus down once and for all. And after that, there’d be nothing stopping me from telling the whole world about the girl I loved.
“Maybe…” She blushed, her hands tightening on my shirt. “Maybe we should try out the inside of the car before you go?”
“I think I’ve created a monster,” I growled, my cock throbbing hard again as I moved into her. “A monster who better get her fucking panties off and her ass up in the air in that passenger seat in the next twenty seconds.”
Faith giggled as she pulled free of my arms and darted for the car.
…Yeah, the shit that’d been hounding me for too long already had to stop. When it’d been just me, I’d been willing to grin and bear it — to shoulder that heat and take it on the chin for as long as they wanted to keep slinging it. But with Faith? No way. It was bigger than me now. It involved her, and our future, and our happiness.
…And if they thought they could fuck with that, they were about to learn a hard lesson.
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sp; But first, I had to go make my wife come again. At least three more times.
Chapter 11
Faith
“Hey, sorry about the car.”
“What?”
Lola blinked, like she’d just been completely zoning out during the movie we’d been watching. Which was totally fine because I’d been doing the same thing. I mean, it’s not like either of us didn’t know Chocolat by heart at this point anyways.
Lola was one of my best friends, along with Riley, the Duchess of Irin, and of course, Callie, Princess of Arbor. Callie was the one getting married in two days — this absurd arranged marriage too, like something from the dark ages. It was all to settle some debts — I wasn’t totally clear because in classic Callie fashion, she’d gone out of her way to be tight-lipped about it.
Hell, if I was being forced to marry King Milton like she was, you could be damn sure “tight-lipped” would be the last thing I’d be about it. But Callie was doing this for her family, which was noble, I guess. The important thing was for the rest of us to be there for her and help her through it. I mean King Milton was a disgusting troll of a man. It wasn’t exactly going to be easy for our friend.
Lola and I had decided on an impromptu movie night at her place. Or rather, Xavier Dane’s place, the Duke of Bandiff. Xavier was Lola’s legal guardian, after taking her in when her dad turned out to be this psychotic criminal. But, that’s a story for another time. Xavier was also way older, and way hot, in this silver-fox kinda way. Suffice it to say, we all had fun teasing Lola about her “Daddy Duke.”
“The car. My car.” I shrugged. “Did I park it weird or something?”
“What are you talking about?”
Right before the movie had started, while Lola was still upstairs taking a shower, Xavier had come bursting into the manor like some sort of wrecking ball — all angry and furious looking. For a guy who was usually pretty mellow and even-keeled, it was a little scary, not to mention totally out of character. I’d just assumed it was my crappy parking job leaving my new car right outside the main steps to the house.
“The Duke, when he came home, he seemed—”
“You know you can just call him Xavier.”
“Okay, well, he seemed pissed when he came home.”
“Nah, that was…” Lola shrugged and looked away. “It was nothing.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
Johnny Depp did something or other on the movie, and the big screen of the home theatre flickered. I glanced over just in time to see Lola frown a little
“Wait, do you have a new car by the way?”
“Uh.” My face flushed as I looked away.
…Yeah, hadn’t really mentioned that yet. I hadn’t mentioned anything at all about Cole to any of my friends. I knew, it was weird. And I knew the first thing I should have done after finding an aspirin that morning in Paris was call my friends and tell them about my hilarious drunk marriage to a Prince. I mean, they’d have got it. They’d have laughed, of course, but they’d be there for me and I knew it.
But I hadn’t, and I was still trying to figure out why. Maybe part of me thought that if I hid it away as just something between Cole and me, then it would stay hidden. Or maybe I thought if I didn’t let anyone out of our little two-person bubble know about it, then it wouldn’t really be real.
Which, for the record, sounded totally insane to me too.
But then, that’d been before, when I was still appalled at myself for what I’d done — when I was still hunting for tattoo removal clinics and ways to annul this dumb thing. But now, after everything that’d happened? After letting him inside my heart, and feeling his words deep inside and knowing that they were real, I wasn’t sure anymore.
Why wasn’t I telling my friends?
I guess deep down, it was because I was still trying to figure it out myself.
I cleared my throat as I stared at the screen instead of Lola. “Uh, I guess I sorta have a new car.”
“Sorta? You sort of have a new car?” Lola smirked at me, giving me this curious look. “Faith, you can’t ‘sort of’ have something. I think it’s like being pregnant. You either are or your not. You’re not sort of pregnant.”
“Okay no one is pregnant,” I said quickly, blushing furiously in the semi-darkness.
“Well, we’d have to actually be getting laid for that to happen.”
…Right, I guess part of “Operation Don’t Tell Your Best Friends About Cole” was not having told Lola that I’d lost my v-card. I felt a little guilty keeping that one close, but like I said, I had to figure this all out before I dropped that bombshell on them.
“So, the car?”
“Yeah it’s this whole thing,” I waved my hand like it was nothing, nodding at the screen. “I love this part.”
But I could feel Lola’s eyes burning into me in the darkness, and I squirmed. Shit. Lola was kind of a bloodhound for sniffing out bullshit. She always had been. And dammit, now she had those lasers of hers tuned in on me.
“Yeah, so, go on? About the car?”
I shook my head, still not looking at her. “It was a gift, okay?”
“From?”
I sighed heavily. Fuck, she was not going to let this go. “Can we just drop it?”
“Okay, okay,” she finally sighed. “Fine. Be like that. But you know I’m not going to let this go, right?”
I groaned, grinning at my firecracker friend. “It would shock me if you did. But later, okay?”
She shrugged as she turned back to the movie screen. “Fine.”
…That lasted about forty-eight seconds.
“So does this have anything to do with that tattoo you’ve been trying to hide all night?”
My breath caught, and I sneaked out a gasp as I yanked at my long sleeve, pulling it down into my palm to hide the rose, even if it was clear she’d seen it.
“I— this.” I shook my head. “No, that’s just this, you know, this thing.”
Lola snorted. “You going to tell me it’s fake?”
I glared at her. She glared right back. Best friends are good at showdowns like this. But finally, she cracked, throwing her hands in the air and sighed heavily.
“Okay, shit. You’re really hanging onto that one, huh?”
I nodded.
“Fine, fine,” she grumbled. “I’ll let it go.”
“Thanks.”
“For now.”
I grinned as the movie rolled on.
But the thing was, I was going to have to figure this out. In my head, I knew the reality was that I was falling for Cole, which was kind of funny thing in itself to say to yourself — that you were “falling” for the man you’d married. But then, if I knew that, why was I still holding back? Why was I still keeping it a secret from my best friends, when I should have been shouting it across the room to Lola?
I was scared, and I knew it. Scared of being hurt, scared of all of this being so new. But I didn’t want to be afraid, not with him.
Two days. In two days, at Callie’s wedding, this whole thing would have to come to a head, one way or another.
Chapter 12
Cole
Cole
“So what the fuck are you saying?”
It was late. Fuck, I was supposed to have already been in Robling, spending the night at Milton’s palace for the wedding the day after. Instead, my meeting with my lawyers and some of my advisors had gone very late.
..And I was not happy about what I was hearing.
Marissa, my lawyer, sighed as she took her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose.
“I’m saying they may actually railroad this thing though, Cole.”
There was no “Your Highness” shit with Marissa and me. Hell, she’d gotten me out of enough dumb shit over the years that we were way past the client-attorney relationship. With her sharp glare, the hair silvered at the temples, and her ability to completely call me on my bullshit, she was really more like a bad-ass au
nt to me than my lawyer.
“How?” I stared across the conference table at her. “These women are lying under oath, and the men behind them are lying through their fucking teeth. I’ve literally never even met Princess Kelly, and I don’t even fucking know Alphonse’s mistress’s name. Also because I’ve never met her!”
“Phantasia.”
“What?”
Marissa cleared her throat as she slipped her cat-frame glasses back on. “The mistress’s name. It’s Phantasia. With a PH.”
I tightened my jaw. “Of course it is. Well, I’m pretty fucking sure I’ve never met a Phantasia before, much less forced myself on one, so why don’t we tell Alphonse, Rodney, and Homer to fuck themsel—”
“Cole!” Marissa snapped at me, shutting me up as she had a way of doing when most would have failed.
“What?” I glowered.
“You aren’t listening to me. We’d never prove it of course, but I’ve got enough sources in the International Royal Courts to hear that the head magistrate going over this case is, well…” She made a face. “Bought and paid for, I believe is the saying.”
“Motherfucker,” I hissed.
“He plays a regular poker game with King Alphonse and King Homer, and I think that’s enough for us to acknowledge that there’s a very good chance reason and obvious facts are going to be ignored during this thing.”
“So I’m completely fucked.”
This. Was. Bullshit.
I was used to the stories, and the rumors. I was used to the tabloids coming up with whatever shit they could think of about me. I’d never actually cared that much, and it’d never even really bothered me. Hell, if anything, I’d always found it funny, even when my best friends would get furious for me.
But now, my world was bigger than just me, and the stories and the assaults on me were going to harm more than me.
…Because now, I had Faith to think about.
“I wouldn’t say completely,” Marissa said cooly. “But, this isn’t going to be easy.”