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by Madison Faye


  “Stay right there, Jeremey.”

  Xavier’s voice was edged, but also almost breaking with emotion. And I got it. Things had been different back then, but I knew they’d once been close friends. Hell, it was the reason Xavier had taken me in in the first place.

  My father whirled though, ignoring Xavier’s words as he took a step towards us, his face snarling with rage.

  “You,” he hissed, jabbing a finger at Xavier.

  “I’m warning you, Jeremy,” the man I loved said quietly but firmly. “You will keep your distance from her.”

  My father laughed a cold, cruel laugh. “You piece of shit. Putting your hands on my daughter? Really, Xavier? Were you just so fucking eager to lend your testimony to put Shana, and me, and the others away just so you could get your fucking mitts on my Lola?!”

  I felt Xavier’s hand tighten on me, and I watched the anger ripple over his face as his muscles clenched tight.

  “I was there for her when you left her, Jeremy.”

  “You were my friend!”

  “And you were mine,” Xavier hissed back. “Before you decided you wanted to blow up children.”

  “The cause was greater than any of that bullsh—”

  “What cause?!” Xavier roared, pulling me behind him, like he was shielding me from the rantings of my father.

  “The cause of bringing back a corrupt system where those with money rule everything?”

  “Yes,” my father spat. “The way it’s supposed to be. King Rian with his nonsense about elected officials? Commoners in positions like that? It couldn’t be stood for!”

  Xavier shook his head in disgust. “You’re delusional. Is this why you came back? To corner her like this and spew your lies and anger at her?”

  “She knows why I came to her.”

  I snorted. “He wants money.”

  “And I’m not fucking leaving here without it, Xavier,” my father growled out. He waved the envelope and then reached in to show Xavier the photos. “Don’t think for a second that I won’t let the media see this scandal.”

  I felt my heart sink again, but the Duke — my Duke — just started to smile. He turned away from my father, looking right at me as that smile on his face grew bigger.

  “Do what you want, Jeremy,” he said quietly, looking right at me. “I know what I want, and I know that there’s nothing you could say or do to stop me.”

  “Keep your hands—”

  My father lunged at us, when suddenly, Xavier whirled on him. He roared, his big, powerful hands grabbing my father and stopping him cold before shoving him back into the hedges behind him.

  “Keep your mouth shut, Jeremy,” he hissed, pinning my father with one hand on his neck. Xavier reached into his jacket pocket and passed me his cell phone.

  “Your choice, Lola,” he said quietly, turning to me. “We can call the guards, or we can walk away. Let this piece of human trash go where he wants, but I can promise you, he won’t ever hurt you.”

  I swallowed, my heart racing as I held the phone in my hand.

  “He’ll be out there, though. Free.”

  And then there was the other part. The part that reminded me that even if I knew in my heart Xavier would always protect me, it might not be me my father hurt later. He’d shown his colors, and shown what he was capable of. What would happen if I just told him to get lost and he went out and actually hurt someone, or children, just because of his hardcore and shitty beliefs?

  Time held still for a second as I just stared at the phone.

  “It’s your choice, angel,” Xavier said quietly.

  “I’m your father!” my father screeched.

  And I think that’s what did it. That’s what made me snap.

  “You were never a father to me!” I screamed, the anger and the rage and hurt from being left the way he’d left me when I was younger coming right to the surface. “You abandoned me!”

  “Oh take your fucking daddy issues somewhere else! All this emotional bullshit!”

  Xavier had stepped back, but he growled as he moved between my father and me, like he was shielding me. But my dad just kept right on blabbing.

  “You know, your mother was the same fucking—”

  I started to dial the number for the royal guards, and his eyes went wide before he scoffed.

  “You’re really gonna turn in your old man, huh?”

  “Yes,” I said quietly. I looked up into Xavier’s eyes — into the strong but caring, fierce but kind eyes of the man I loved.

  “I’m standing up for what’s right.”

  I hit the call button.

  My father bellowed, and he lunged for me, but Xavier was faster. He caught my father fast, spinning him and sweeping his legs and dropping him to the ground.

  “Stay down,” Xavier hissed at him. “Don’t make me hurt you, Jeremy.”

  It wasn’t long before a whole troop of the palace guards barreled around the corner, quickly surrounding my father and cuffing him. Yeah, they knew who he was. And this time, there wasn’t going to be any escape. I knew part of me should have been more upset, but like I said — he’d left me a long time before. And the only family I considered my family was standing right at my side, holding me close, kissing the top of my head, and telling me it was all going to be okay.

  …Like he always had.

  “I know it is,” I said quietly, smiling as I turned to him as the last of the guards headed back up the path. I leaned up, and before he could say a thing, I kissed him — slowly and softly at first, but then deeper and hungrier, until I was right where I knew I always wanted to be: lost in him.

  It was the loud sound of a helicopter that pulled us apart, and I looked up and saw that it was coming in for a landing right on the front lawn of the palace.

  My brows knit. “That’s an interesting spot for a land—”

  Suddenly, I realized that the decal on the side of it was the royal crest of King Hayden Anders, and it all clicked into place. While I’d been busy dealing with my father, something told me Callie had gone ahead and done something very un-Callie-like.

  ...Like marry King Hayden.

  Xavier cleared his throat. “We should go. Hayden—”

  “Is running off with Callie, I know.”

  He chuckled and shook his head. “Well, the ride’s been offered to us, too. I think it’s safe to say there’s going to be a shitstorm when King Milton realizes that my friend’s run off with his bride-to-be.”

  He held his hand out, and I grinned as I took it. “Let’s go home then.”

  He started to pull me with him, when suddenly, he stopped short and turned back to me, taking my hands.

  “We have to do something first, angel.”

  “Oh?”

  He smiled, his fierce eyes blazing right into me. “I wanted you covered in jewels. A princess, Lola, like you deserve to be.” His jaw tightened. “Now, I can give you jewels, baby girl. I can give you all of my love.”

  He took a deep breath, his eyes burning fiercely.

  “But I can’t give you the title you want. The one you deserve to have. I can’t make you a queen, and with me, you’d no longer be a princess. You’d lose that title.”

  “Who says I want it?” I said quietly, shaking my head as my hands tightened in his.

  “You’re a princess, Lola. And I can’t be the one who takes that away from—”

  “And you’re the man I love,” I whispered fiercely back, biting my lip and looking up into his eyes as I pulled him close. “You’re the man who showed me more love than I’ve ever known. You’re the only man who’ll ever have my heart.”

  Xavier took a long, slow breath, his eyes never leaving mine.

  “You’re sure about this.”

  “One million percent.”

  He grinned, nodding his head. “That’s funny, because I’ve was thinking the exact same way about this.”

  When he dropped to his knee, my heart jumped into my throat.

  When he r
eached into his pocket and pulled out the ring, I didn’t realize I was screaming in joy and throwing my arms around his neck until he hugged me right back, holding me so tight like he’d never let me go.

  “I have to ask first, baby girl,” he purred into my ear.

  “Well hurry up and ask already!” I squealed.

  “Marry me.”

  “That doesn’t sound like a question.”

  “It’s not.”

  The heat bloomed through me, and I threw myself into his arms again, melting into him as I kissed him again and again.

  “Yes,” I gasped, moaning into his lips as he picked me up and spun me around. “Yes yes yes yes yes!”

  He spun me once more before dipping me low and kissing me slow and deep, until I was out of air and not even caring.

  “Now,” he purred into my lips. “I think we have a helicopter to catch.”

  Epilogue

  Lola

  “This is terrible luck, you know.”

  “I’ll have to remember that.”

  He growls as he pushes my poofy white dress high up my thighs. His eyes catch sight of the lacy white stockings and garters, and he groans deep in his throat. Xavier keeps pushing until he sees my lacy, basically see-through panties clinging wetly to my pussy.

  …Soaking, as usual around him.

  “You-” I blush. “You weren’t supposed to see all of this until later.”

  “I think we’ve established that neither of us is good at not doing the things aren’t supposed to do, haven’t we?”

  “I think that’s fair,” I moan, kissing my soon-to-be-husband fiercely. I gasp as he lifts me up, pulling me up into his chest as he carries me across the room. His tuxedo jacket is already off, his shirt unbuttoned, and I can feel the bare, hard muscles of his chest pressing against my nipples through the sheer white dress.

  He topples us over onto the bed, pinning me under him and making me feel so captured and so his. And fuck do I love that feeling.

  “We’ll have to make this fast,” I whisper heatedly, whimpering into his passionate kiss as his hands skim up my thighs. “I think we have someplace to be in like ten minutes.”

  “Someplace like the altar?” he purrs. “To get married?”

  I whimper, heat flushing through me. There’s something about the whole marrying him thing that gets me even hotter, and he damn well knows it. In fact, he’s been using this wedding as foreplay for a month now, and I’ve been loving every second of it.

  “Someplace where I’m going to make you my fucking wife?”

  He yanks open the front ties to my white gown, pushing it away from me and baring my breasts to his hungry eyes. My aching pink nipples harden for him as he dips low and swirls his tongue across them, bringing a shudder to my body. His lips fasten around one, his tongue teasing it and making me moan lowly.

  “Oh God, say that again,” I gasp.

  “You’re going to me my wife, baby girl,” Xavier groans, making me moan in pleasure. I can feel his big, thick cock pressing against me, pulsing against my pussy. My hands reach down, tearing at his belt and zipper and pushing his pants down. His cock springs free against my thigh, making me gasp as I feel the sticky hot trail of his cum leaking over my skin.

  “And you’re going to me my husba-ooooh…”

  I gasp as his big fingers slid down to tease over my pussy. He hooks them unto my panties, pulling them to the side, and when his big swollen head teases over my slippery, soft lips, I arch my back, wanting him so badly.

  …Yeah, so, this is our happy ending. The truth was, neither of us cared one bit what people might say. People did, of course - say things, that is. The tabloids had a freaking field day with it, and that might have hurt if I didn’t have the strength he gave me. Him and my friends, and his friends too, who all came out to publicly trash the tabloids stories as the, well, trash they were.

  And I have to say, the people of Bandiff didn’t care one bit. They all knew Xavier, and me as well, and at least in our kingdom, it was a day of celebration when we went public. We’d gone before King Rian to break the news to him ourselves. I’d met Rian before of course, but as Xavier’s ward.

  …Not as his fiance.

  But the King was only smiles, and so amazing about it. Actually, the only thing he did do was pull me aside and thank me for turning his “grouch of a Duke” into much more of a “people person”.

  I’ll take that as a complement.

  “Grouch, huh?” Xavier had grumbled later.

  “No, he said you were a grouch. I’ve made you much nicer, you know.”

  He’d chuckled and kissed me. “A grouch…” he’d muttered again. “This coming from the only single King I know?”

  I’d ginned. “Yeah why is he single?”

  I mean, King Rian was a very good looking guy. And built. And kinda growly in that sexy way. And a King, of course. It was actually becoming a story of interest in Bandiff that he still wasn’t tied down.

  “I’d tell you to introduce him to your friends,” Xavier had chuckled lowly. “But they’re apparently all taken.”

  “I blame your friends.”

  He’d grinned. “You should.”

  I mean, all my friends were taken. Yeah, even Faith, though that’s another story for another day.

  But the news breaking, and us going public and all that was a month ago, and this is now. It’s ten minutes before our wedding vows, and I can feel Xavier’s thick cock about to do what I love most about it: fuck me.

  He pushes in, making me hiss in pleasure as I spread my legs wide for him. He tears his shirt off, his muscled arms pinning me to the bed with my big poofy wedding dress puffed around my waist with my legs wide. He growls, driving in deeper and making me cry out as his big dick slowly slips inside of my tight, eager, dripping wet pussy. Suddenly, he plugins the rest of the way inside, making me scream in pleasure as I claw at his arms and pull him down to kiss him fiercely.

  This is it, the start of the rest of our lives. We’re free from all of those shackles that were pulling us down, too.

  My father went back to prison, for real this time. And you know that saying about it being a dog eat dog world? Well, it turns out him, Shana, and a few of their other co-conspirators all tried to make deals to try and lower their sentences by ratting out some of the others with more damning evidence. The thing is, all it did was incriminate all of them even more. So, they’re going to be in there a while. My father’s not coming near me, and Shana isn’t going to get her claws in Xavier ever again.

  Cause he’s mine now.

  I rock my hips up to meet him, both of us groaning as we grind into each other.

  “You know you being a Duchess now or not, you’re always going to be my princess,” he whispered thickly into my ear.

  I moan as he plunged inside, fucking me so deep and so well, making my toes curl. I groan into his neck, raking my teeth over his earlobe.

  “You know you’re always going to be my daddy.”

  Xavier growls, his cock swelling inside of me as he starts to fuck me harder, and deeper. I cry out feeling his thick cock plunge in and out of me, dragging over my clit on every thrust and making my whole body tremble with pleasure.

  “We’re- were going to be late for our own wedding,” I gasp.

  “Then you better be a good girl and come for me, baby girl,” he kisses me fierce. “Be a good girl and make that gorgeous little cunt come for daddy. Come for daddy, baby girl,” he growls. “Milk all of daddy’s come from his balls into that pretty little princess pussy.”

  My body tenses, and the heat starts to explode through me.

  “When I marry you in front of everyone, I want to know that my cum is dripping into your panties. I want to known my hot cum is making a fucking mess of that little cunt when you say I do.”

  Pleasure sizzles through me, the filthy thought only driving me higher and higher, until I’m gasping for air.

  “Fuck me, daddy!” I cry out as I start to tumbl
e. “Fuck me and give me all of that daddy cum!”

  Xavier roars, his powerful hands pinning my hips to the bed as his lips crash into mine and his big, fat cock fills me to the brim. And suddenly, I lose it.

  I scream as the orgasm just explodes through me, shaking me from my heeled toes up to the tiara on my head. He swallows my moans, groaning into our kiss and pumping his hips against mine as he fucks me with that perfect cock of his right through my climax. And when he swells up even bigger and suddenly roars into my lips, I come all over again as I feel the hot, thick pumps of his cum splashing inside of me.

  We slowly come to a panting halt, clinging to each other as we gasp for air.

  “Sir!”

  There’s a pounding on the door, which only temporarily shakes us, since the door is locked.

  “Sir, they’re looking for you?”

  It’s Humphries, Xavier’s stone-faced chief of staff. Well, stone-faced except for the one time he pulled me aside after he heard the news and literally gushed to me how excited he was for us.

  “I’ll be right out,” Xavier mutters.

  “They’re, uh, well, they’re also looking for your fiancé, sir.”

  Xavier looks right at me, still blushing and pinned under him with my legs around his waist.

  “She’ll be right out too.”

  I groan, the heat rising in my cheeks as I hear Humphries clear his throat and say something about “informing the guests that we’ll be starting shortly” before walk away.

  “You ass,” I giggle quietly, punching Xavier playfully in the arm.

  He makes a tsking sound. “Language, young lady.”

  A familiar sizzle tingles through me. God, I know that tone. And I love that tone.

  “Did I say a bad word?” I coo quietly, biting my lip as I look up at him. I flex my muscles, squeezing his still rock-hard cock with my pussy and then moaning as I feel him grind into me.

  “Keep up the language and daddy might have to wash your dirty mouth with soap,” he growls.

  “Soap?” I blush as I look him right in the eye. “I can think of something much more fun.”

 

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