Prince Billionaire: A Royal Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “Well, do you know how to get to Trip’s apartments at least?”

  He nodded. “This way, miss. The king lives in the west wing.”

  I followed George through the hallways. He seemed young but he didn’t smile, just like everyone else. I noticed that Starkish people tended to have dark hair, high cheekbones, and slim builds. Trip looked Starkish, but he was more muscular and taller than the average man. Trip was like the perfect Starkish man, handsome, muscular, tall, and with those incredible cheekbones and that perfect jawline.

  I found myself daydreaming about him as we walked through the castle maze, heading back toward the west wing. I recognized certain paintings and statues, and I began to guess that maybe they had all those things out all over the place to help people guide themselves.

  Eventually, George led me up to the same door I remembered from before. He stepped and gestured. “The king’s apartments,” he said.

  “Thanks, George.”

  He nodded and then fell back across the hall and away to a respectful distance.

  I knocked on Trip’s door, feeling incredibly nervous suddenly. I had known what it meant when he sent me this dress, and what he wanted when he told me not to wear any panties. I’d obeyed, loving that he was giving me commands, but suddenly I was worried. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, so I had no clue what was expected of me or what was going to happen. He was the king after all. I realized that I wanted to please him, even though he was a total asshole.

  Finally, Trip opened the door. He was in his usual outfit, though he looked incredible.

  “Perfect,” he said, a big grin breaking across his face.

  “What?” I asked, blushing.

  “Give me a spin.”

  I turned for him, looking over my shoulder.

  “Perfect,” he said again. “Fuck, Bryce, that is perfect.”

  “Stop,” I said, smiling despite myself. “Are you going to invite me in?”

  “Yes,” he said, “but first. George?” he called. “You’re dismissed. Al and the others have a few hours off; you can join them.”

  “Yes, Your Highness,” he said, and instantly left.

  I laughed. “Is it weird that people actually listen to your commands?”

  “Yes and no. You get used to it.” He stared down at me, his eyes full of something hungry. “But when people disobey, it only makes me want to command them that much more.”

  I looked away. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

  He grinned at me and turned, letting me in. He shut the door behind me.

  “Drink?” he asked.

  “Sure,” I said.

  He poured two glasses and handed me one. “It’s a local wine,” he said. “We’re known more for beer, but we can make wine, too.”

  I sipped it. The wine was thick and delicious. “It’s good.”

  “It’s passable. Come.” He led me over to the couches and we sat down. “It’s been one fucking stressful day.”

  “I’m sorry about the attacks,” I said.

  “They aren’t your fault. Or are you a rebel spy?”

  I laughed. “I’d be the greatest spy in the world if that were the case.”

  “You have gotten very close to the king.”

  “Not by choice.”

  “I don’t know,” he said, sitting close to me. “Look at you. That dress is perfect, revealing just enough to entice me.”

  “You picked the dress,” I pointed out.

  “True,” he acknowledged, “but you’ve also played hard to get so wonderfully. Every time you push me away, it only makes me want you that much more.”

  “That’s not by design,” I said, laughing. “I can’t help it if you want me to obey so badly.”

  “I do,” he admitted. “Nothing makes me harder than you obeying my commands.”

  “What do you want to command me to do?” I asked him, my heart beating fast in my chest.

  “Stand,” he said simply.

  I stood. He took my glass from my hand and set it down on the end table.

  “Turn,” he said.

  I turned around, looking over my shoulder at him.

  He took my hips and pulled me closer to him. I felt his fingertips trail along my thighs, slowly pulling my dress up.

  The fabric slipped over my ass. I bit my lip, looking back at him. He looked up at me, his eyes serious, and he grinned at me as he kissed my skin, his hands firm on my hips.

  “What now?” I asked.

  He slapped my ass lightly. “I didn’t command you to speak.”

  I bit my lip.

  “That’s better,” he said. “Spread your legs.”

  I listened, spreading them apart.

  “Very good,” he murmured. “God, I love this fucking ass.”

  I gasped as he spread my legs farther. I felt his fingers press up along my skin and slowly find my dripping wet clit.

  “Trip,” I gasped.

  “Don’t move,” he said. “And don’t say a word. I just want a little taste.”

  I groaned as I felt his tongue begin to explore my pussy from behind. He licked every inch of me, his tongue pressing deep inside my pussy, and I couldn’t believe how dirty he was. Trip didn’t seem to mind one bit as he licked my pussy from behind. His fingers worked my clit as he licked me, and I could barely stand straight.

  “Delicious,” he said. “Exactly like I remembered.”

  I let out a little whimper and he spun me around. He pulled me down onto him. I straddled his body as he kissed me, my dripping wet pussy pressing against his hard cock. I could feel him straining against his dress slacks, so I reached down and began to stroke his shaft.

  The king was big. Very big. I was surprised at first, but I shouldn’t have been. Everything about Trip was big. His personality, his muscles, his castle, it was all huge. And now I got to work his big, thick cock.

  I kissed him hard, our tongues working together, and I knew what I wanted. I knew I was finally getting what I needed, after all this time of going back and forth with him. This was what I wanted and what I really needed.

  “Now,” he whispered in my ear, “I want you down on your knees in front of me.”

  “You’re not my king,” I said. “I won’t kneel for you.”

  “Your issues are duly noted,” he said.

  I slowly slipped off the couch and knelt down in front of him. I worked his belt open and pulled his slacks off. He was wearing black briefs, and his cock was straining against the tight cotton. I pulled them off too, not wasting any time.

  God, the king was so large. I took his cock in my hand and slowly stroked him.

  He put his hands in my hair and tipped my chin back. He leaned forward and kissed me as I slowly stroked his thick cock.

  He released me, and I leaned forward, licking him base to tip. I pressed his cock between my lips and began to suck him hard, instantly loving his taste. He groaned, his hands on my head as I sucked him.

  “Fuck, Bryce,” he groaned. “I’ve been dreaming about my cock in your mouth all fucking day. You drive me fucking wild.”

  I began to suck him faster, working his thick shaft with my other hand. I tried to take as much of him into my mouth and throat as I could, but he was just too big. He groaned, pushing me down.

  “Suck that fucking cock,” he commanded. I was dripping wet, wild with need for him. “Now rub your own wet little pussy while you take my cock.”

  I obeyed, putting my left hand between my legs. I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but it was driving me wild. I began to rub my own soaking wet clit as I sucked his cock and jerked him off with my right hand.

  “That’s right. Moan while you suck this fucking cock,” he said. “Moan while you take my big cock into your throat, you dirty fucking girl.”

  I worked him, losing myself, going wild. I rubbed my clit as I sucked him faster, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat. I couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop sucking, because I loved it. I loved t
hat he was commanding me, making me obey. I wanted to obey him, my king and his big cock.

  “Yes,” he groaned, pushing me down. “Take my cock into your fucking throat.”

  I pressed my fingers inside myself as I took him into my mouth.

  He released me, and I gasped, staring up at him, my mouth hanging open.

  “Stand,” he ordered.

  We stood together and he grabbed me, sweeping me off my feet. He tossed me over his shoulder and I couldn’t help but yelp, surprised.

  “Trip!” I said.

  “No time to waste,” he said, grinning. He carried me like that down the back hallway and kicked open his bedroom door.

  His room was simple, just like his main apartment. He threw me down onto the bed, and I giggled as he unbuttoned his shirt. I went to take off my dress, but he shook his head.

  “Leave it,” he said. “I went to tear it off you.”

  “You can’t. You’ll ruin it.”

  “Good. I have plenty of clothes you can wear.”

  “Trip,” I said, but it was too late. He’d already pulled off his shirt, revealing his incredibly gorgeous torso.

  I stared at his tattoos. “Do kings usually have so much ink?” I asked him.

  “No,” he said. “Rarely. But I’m not a normal king.” He got onto the bed and came toward me, pressing me down against the mattress. He took my hands and raised them up above my head, lightly holding them there. “I’m a very special king.”

  His free hand went between my legs, his fingers pressing deep inside me. I gasped and moaned as he fucked me like that. He held my hands down as he fucked my pussy, and desire flooded my body, insatiable and intense.

  He finally released me and opened a drawer on his nightstand. He took out a condom and tore open the wrapper.

  I watched him roll it over his thick cock. When he was finished, he took my legs, spreading them wide.

  He slowly pressed his cock against me. I gasped as his hips pushed forward and he was inside me.

  I kissed him, my hands digging into his hair. He moved slowly at first, letting me get used to his impressive size and thickness. I took him though, loving his thick cock, loving the way he felt deep inside me.

  He began to fuck me. He reached down to the hem of my dress and tore it with one fluid motion.

  “Trip!” I gasped.

  “I told you. I want to tear this dress from your fucking body.” He tore it higher up, making a slit up my side. He pressed it open and his hands found my breasts. He teased my nipples as he continued to fuck me, pushing deeper and deeper inside me, our bodies working and sweating together.

  Pleasure rocketed through me. This was what I wanted. Trip was taking me, controlling me. I was his to command for the night, and I was going to do whatever he wanted.

  He took my hands and pressed them above my head again, fucking me harder. I took his thick cock deep inside me, letting him slam his impressive cock deep into my soaking pussy. I was so slick and ready for him, I took him so easily, and I could tell I was losing my mind for him.

  He pulled back and then grabbed my hips. He pulled me up and turned me effortlessly. He took my hands and put them on the top of the metal headboard and then spread my legs wide. He finished tearing my dress up the side and then pressed his cock deep between my legs.

  I moaned, throwing my head back.

  “That’s right,” he said. “Take my fucking cock. Are you mine to do whatever I want with?”

  “Yes,” I groaned as he slowly fucked my tight pussy from behind.

  “There’s nothing I love more than seeing this fucking ass take my thick cock,” he said as he fucked my pussy. I moaned as he finished tearing the dress off my body and tossed it aside.

  I had no clue how much money he had just casually tossed aside like that, but it only made me want it more. I bucked my hips back, riding along his thick cock. He grabbed my hips and began to fuck me, slamming back inside me, making me take him.

  He reached forward and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. “You want me to fuck you rough, don’t you?” he whispered.

  “Yes, please. Fuck me, Trip. Fuck me. I’m so fucking close.”

  His hand reached around my hips and began to work my clit as he fucked me. I gripped the headboard tighter, rocking my hips back against him.

  “That’s right. Ride my fucking cock,’ he said. I obeyed, slamming my hips back, feeling him sliding deep in and out.

  He slapped my ass hard and I moaned. He slapped it again, and it only made me ride him harder. He grabbed my hips and pushed back. Then he pressed me forward. I took my hands off the headboard as he pressed my face into a pillow. I moaned loudly as he fucked me hard, mercilessly and savagely. I took his thick cock, completely out of myself.

  “Take your king’s cock,” he commanded.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck me, Your Majesty,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Trip.”

  “Tell me I’m your fucking king,” he commanded.

  “Trip,” I groaned, bucking back against him, so close, so desperate for him. “You’re my king. Command me. Do what you want with me.”

  He grabbed my hips and fucked me harder, and I knew I was going to come. I was moaning with wild abandon, saying his name over and over, telling him that he was my king.

  Then the orgasm washed over me. It took me from head to toe like a wave. I could barely control my body as it exploded through me, leaving my toes numb and curling. Trip continued to fuck me, not holding back.

  As I came, I heard him grunting his pleasure. His grip on my hips tightened, and I felt him come, his cock coming deep inside my pussy.

  Our bodies worked together like that, sweating and intense. I had no clue how much time passed, but I was outside time at that point. Finally, we collapsed side by side on the bed, wet and panting.

  “That was perfect,” he said to me. “Fuck, Bryce. You’re perfect.”

  I laughed and kissed his lips. “You’re just saying that.”

  “No. I mean it. You’re perfect.”

  I shook my head, smiling. I felt too good, too calm. I’d never felt this way before, not with anyone else. All I wanted to do was stay in his arms in this bed.

  It was right. I had been so afraid of this moment, so afraid of giving myself to him despite wanting it so badly. But this was right, and I couldn’t deny it.

  He wasn’t really my king, not exactly. But when I was in his bed, I’d let him command me, because that was exactly what I needed.

  18

  Trip

  My body was buzzing with calm as I pressed Bryce close against me.

  The covers of the bed were a mess, and her torn dress was in a pile on the ground. The memory of her body close against mine came back to me again, the way her skin felt, her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.

  I took a deep breath. “I’ve been needing that,” I said.

  “Glad I could be of service.”

  “You always can be of service to your king.”

  She laughed. “Don’t start that.”

  “Seriously,” I said, kissing her, “I’ve been thinking about that since the moment I first saw you.”

  “I know. You told me.”

  “And you slapped me.”

  “I sure did. I don’t regret it one bit.”

  “Neither do I. That just made me want you more.”

  She smiled as I gently rolled off the bed, standing up. “I’m going to shower. Want to join me?”

  “Actually, do you have something I can wear? It looks as though you destroyed a perfectly nice dress.”

  “Sorry,” I said, grinning. “I can’t help myself.”

  “I can see that.”

  “You can wear something of mine,” I said. “Closet is there.” I pointed her to a door next to the bathroom door.

  She got out of bed, and I got a nice view of her bare body. I loved the way she moved. I felt my cock stirring again, and I knew we weren’t done for the night.

  I grabbed her hips
and caught her, pulling her against me. I kissed her softly on the neck.

  “Already?” she asked, laughing.

  “Maybe,” I murmured in her ear. “I could be convinced.”

  She smiled and looked up at me.

  Just then, I heard a sound in the other room. It was the door opening and softly shutting.

  I cocked my head, my eyes narrowing at the doorway. “Yes?” I called out. “Al? Do you need something?”

  There was no immediate response. The hairs on the back of my neck began to tingle, and a bad feeling welled up into my gut.

  “What’s wrong?” Bryce asked.

  I didn’t have time to answer. A man appeared in the doorway, his gun out. I could only react, my military training taking over. I grabbed Bryce by the shoulders and shoved her down to the ground near the bed, and I toppled over on top of her.

  The man’s gun went off once, twice. I felt pain flare up in my shoulder as we hit the ground, putting the bed between us and the attacker.

  Bryce screamed.

  “Stay down,” I said, shoving my hand underneath the mattress. The man was moving, but not fast enough.

  I felt the cold steel of the gun I kept there. Ever since I’d joined the military, I slept with a gun, loaded and ready, underneath the mattress. It wasn’t exactly safe, but it made me feel better. I wasn’t a crazy person, but I did live with a healthy dose of paranoia. Anyone who lived in the public eye had to, and that went double for monarchs.

  And I was sure fucking glad I did it, too. I pulled the gun and fired off some shots. The man turned and stumbled backward, firing wildly.

  I took better aim and fired again. I caught him in the arm and then the chest. I fired three more times until he fell to the ground.

  “Stay,” I said to Bryce, walking over to the man. I put another bullet in his head from a distance.

  Seconds later, Al burst into the room.

  “Your Highness!” he yelled. “What happened?”

  “An assassin,” I hissed at him. “Al, how the fuck did he get in here?”

  Al shook his head, shocked. “Nobody came in or out of the castle today without authorization.”

  “Where were you?”

  “Next door, Your Highness.”

  I nodded, my jaw tight. I’d forgotten I had relieved him. “You did well getting here so fast, Al.”