Royal Scandal (The Prince's Choice Book 2)

by Leila Haven

  My body started to calm as the thrill slunk away. My cock finally softened, making my brain start to function again. There was nothing like a hard-on to take away all other thoughts. Melody had it so much easier in the post-make out department.

  There was no time to linger in the bathroom when I had a room full of men waiting for me to return. I cleaned up before leaving the small room. My heart may have been racing, but hopefully nobody would notice the afterglow. I needed to get back to business.

  I pretended nothing had changed when I entered the meeting room and sat down. The men hadn’t really waited for me, so I tuned in to their conversation and nodded along to their recommendations. At least I could focus better now.

  The meeting went on through lunchtime and finished in the late afternoon. We emerged from the room and went our separate ways. I wanted nothing more than to find my sexy fiancée, but there was more to be done before I could.

  My next meeting was with my father. This one was unofficial. He’d had a visit from his doctor, and I wanted to know the latest update. Every step I took that brought me closer to his private room made the dread in the pit of my stomach worse.

  I knocked and a hoarse voice permitted me to enter. “Ah, son. I should have known it was you. Your mother just left, and there is nobody else that hovers around me apart from you.”

  The old man was looking worse than the last time I’d seen him. His cheeks were sunken, a pallid, gray color that betrayed his brave face. If the people of the kingdom could see him now, they would know how precarious the throne was.

  I sat down next to the King of Illium and placed a gentle hand on his arm. “You know I’m keen to get that crown. I wanted to see if I should have it polished yet,” I joked. Neither of us laughed, even though Dad tried.

  “Not yet, Son, not yet.”

  “What did the doctor say?”

  His eyes were watery, so different from the strong gaze I had grown up with. His spirit was declining along with his physical capabilities. “He said it isn’t good. My kidneys are shutting down. He would like me to be in hospital.”

  “Maybe you should go, if that’s the best place for you.”

  “And then everyone would know.” He paused to let that sink in. “Plus, I don’t want to spend the last of my days in a sterile hospital. I want to be here, with the ones I love, in the surroundings of my home. Hospitals are where the sick people are, and I’d like to stay in denial for a while longer.”

  I didn’t want to admit how much I wanted that too. I wasn’t ready to admit how sick my father was and seeing him in a hospital bed would make it too real. I was a selfish bastard.

  “I’m here for you, Father. I’ll do whatever you need. Just tell me how I can help you,” I said, pleading with him to tell me something I could actually do. I’d felt so powerless since he started getting sick. All I wanted to do was help him.

  “Get married to that beautiful woman, Ricky. That’s all you need to do, both for me and the kingdom.” He patted my arm, but there was no strength in the touch.

  My heart ached to see such a formerly brave and powerful man in such bad condition. He had devoted his life to Illium, and he deserved a long and healthy life in exchange. It just didn’t seem fair.

  I couldn’t stay long with my father. He needed to rest, and I needed to get ready for the night’s festivities. If I didn’t get dressed for the official engagement party soon, Anna would hunt me down and skin me alive.

  I hurried back to my room and found a dark gray suit laid out for me on my bed. Anna had obviously already been here and waved her magic to make sure I would look good tonight. She knew I wasn’t good at putting clothes together when I needed to look my best.

  The only reason I was excited about the engagement party was the fact I was spending the evening with Melody. We would also be spending it with hundreds of officials, the media, and selected guests, but they didn’t matter. They would fade away the moment I saw Melody.

  We would have to be on our best behavior, of course. All the cameras would be trained on us for the night, memorializing the event for history. It was a sneak peek into the wedding, a taste of what would follow on the big day.

  It was just another step on the ladder to get us closer to being married. After seeing my father earlier, the clock was ticking loudly in my head. We needed to have our nuptials done with so that I could inherit the throne. If my father passed away beforehand, it would be my bumbling uncle that would take the crown. I couldn’t let that happen, it would be the end of Illium as we knew it.

  The situation was serious and dire, but that didn’t mean the engagement party would have to be boring. I had a treat in mind for Melody. Something that would be just a taste of what I really wanted to do to her. And it would make her nice and wet for me.

  Chapter 3

  Melody

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  The silver dress sparkled when I walked. It had a slit up the side that was so short I had to be careful how I walked. I was surprised Anna picked it out for me. It didn’t seem conservative enough for the royal family.

  Maybe she was setting me up for something, determined to have me expose my private parts for the whole kingdom to see. That would probably result in me being kicked out of the palace, which was probably the entire point.

  It also highlighted those few extra pounds that she had warned me about.

  My stomach was a bunch of nerves. I was so excited to be seeing Rick after a long day without him, but also so nervous about the official engagement party. We’d be watched all night, and one little slip would make world news.

  “No pressure,” Anna had said. “Just make sure that you get it right.” She’d given me a sardonic smile before waltzing away and leaving me to get ready.

  I really didn’t like that woman.

  The feeling was mutual.

  The public of Illium had only seen me once, at the engagement announcement. We’d stood on a balcony then, and I had only had to smile. The party would involve talking to people and saying the right things to the right guests. It was going to be too easy to get it all wrong and make a fool out of myself—or worse, a fool out of Rick and the palace. I represented them now; I was a reflection of the crown. I needed to get it right, like Anna said.

  I made my way down to the ballroom alone, finding Rick talking to Anna behind the internal entrance doors—the ones the royal family used exclusively. She had her hand on his elbow, looking very comfortable with him. Rick flashed me a panty-dropping smile as he took me in. “You look gorgeous,” he exclaimed, holding his arms out for a hug. I fell into his embrace and was enveloped. “And sexy as hell,” he added in a whisper so only I could hear.

  “You look very handsome yourself.” He looked more than handsome in his dark gray suit, but I didn’t want Anna overhearing how much I wanted his hotness all over me. Naked. Sweating. Groaning.

  The devil woman complained until we stood at the door and waited for our cue to enter the party that had already started on the other side. My heart was echoing in my head while I waited for the big reveal. I couldn’t get anything wrong; I had to be perfect.

  We were introduced over the loudspeaker as everyone stopped to applaud our arrival. Rick firmly held my hand in his, leading the way down the marble stairs onto the main floor. The crowd parted to allow us through. Our entrance stopped at a raised dais with thrones positioned on top of it.

  Instead of sitting down, we stood in front of the thrones as the official greeting line commenced. We were to stand there and individually welcome the guests to the party. A live classical orchestra situated in the corner of the cavernous room began to play Bach.

  “Don’t worry, it will be fine,” Rick whispered as the applause ceased and the guests either went back to their conversations or moved to join the line. “You look terrified. Just relax.”

  I took a deep breath and let it go, wishing I were better trained for these things. “I am terrified,” I said through a smile that was glued
on my face. “I don’t know what to do.”

  “Just be yourself, and everyone will love you.”

  “That doesn’t help.”

  Rick leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ear. “Then just think about what I’m going to do to you later. I have a surprise in store for you. One guaranteed to make you smile for real.” He wriggled his fingers discreetly, leaving no room for misinterpreting what he was going to use them for. “Take off your panties before we have dinner.”

  The blush rose to my cheeks, heating them instantly. I looked around, but nobody else seemed to understand what our little private conversation was about.

  “I can’t just wear no panties. Someone might notice,” I whispered back. Just the thought of doing something so naughty was enough to make me horny. My dress wasn’t exactly able to cover everything comfortably.

  “Take. Them. Off,” he ordered.

  My pussy clenched between my legs, anticipating what Rick would do with his magical fingers. He could play me like a piano, and it would be the most satisfying night of my life.

  With the order issued, I couldn’t argue. I would have to take off my panties before dinner. It was a royal decree from the prince of Illium.

  I loved it when he issued a command.

  Rick went straight into greeting our first guest, not giving me a chance to recover from his sexy promise. I willed my pulse to slow down and urged my body to think with my brain instead of my pulsing pussy. I needed all my wits about me. I need to not be acting like a cat in heat.

  The receiving line seemed endless as we welcomed each of our guests individually. Rick seemed to know everyone, greeting them by name without needing any prompting. Did he know everyone in the kingdom? There were over five hundred people at the party. His capacity for names and faces was astounding.

  He sent a wink or knowing grin my way every chance he got. He was obviously thinking about what he was going to do to me, the treat that he’d promised. All he did was make me as horny as hell and ensured that I was counting down the hours until we could be alone.

  After we were finally finished with the line, we were permitted to dance together briefly. After only one dance together, we were torn apart to give time to some of the more important guests—like Rick’s uncle. I danced with him twice before he was satisfied enough to pass me onto someone else.

  The faces all blurred together, and I couldn’t remember anyone’s name. Hopefully I would learn to be a better princess as time progressed; hopefully it would come easier in the future.

  With the night wearing on, I needed to slip away so I could comply with Rick’s royal order. I excused myself from the next dance and sneaked away to the restrooms. I’d never been out without panties before. I was always sure I would fall over or something would happen, and people would see my pussy.

  Taking off my panties and hiding them in the restroom felt incredibly naughty and highly sexy. My pussy was free and open underneath my dress, left exposed and ready for whatever Rick was going to do to me. I would have to be careful nobody else copped an eyeful accidently.

  When I stepped back into the ballroom, all I could think of was my uncaged pussy and wondered if anyone would notice. There was only one man permitted to see my intimate areas, and that was the prince. My heart pounded with the anticipation of what was to come.

  An announcement was made for dinner, and we were filtered through to a large room with one long table stretched down the middle of it. Rick walked me to the very end where two seats awaited us at the head of the table.

  Rick pulled the seat out for me, being the perfect gentleman he was. Those closest to us gushed about his chivalry. The king and queen sat on Rick’s other side. They were already seated when we entered the room, not really talking to anyone. I wondered if anything was wrong; it didn’t seem like their usual behavior.

  The atmosphere was jovial and light as everyone started on their first course of dinner. As usual, the food was amazing at the palace. I’d only tasted one bite of the spring onion soup but knew it was the best soup I’d ever had in my life.

  Dinner was definitely my favorite part of the evening, as only those closest to us could speak. One was a friend of Rick’s that he’d known since he was a small child. He told me all kinds of stories about the naughty little prince—each one more fantastical than the last. I found myself relaxing as the evening progressed in pleasant company.

  There was barely room in my stomach for dessert, but I managed to fit in the crème brûlée. Speeches commenced afterwards. Anna had allowed almost an hour for them in her program, so I settled in for the slowest hour of my life. She really did like torturing people.

  It was then that I felt Rick’s hand on my thigh. At first, it started near my knee—a respectable distance away from anything inappropriate. But it soon crept up my leg to find the high split in my dress. He nudged his hand around and higher until it gave him access to my nether region.

  He pushed on my legs until I moved them apart slightly, making sure he could touch me whichever way he liked. My breath was already hitching in my throat with the sweet anticipation of what he was going to do to me. Everything inside me was ready to obey his further commands.

  I should have playfully slapped at his hand and scolded his naughty roaming, but I couldn’t. The whole evening, all I’d wanted was for Rick to touch me and now he was. It didn’t seem to matter how inappropriate it was or how easily we could be caught. All the mattered was his hand, the heated feelings he was giving me, and the fact that a heavy tablecloth was hiding his wandering fingers.

  It wasn’t like we were having sex on the table, after all. Surely a bit of touching was okay.

  His beautiful fingers tickled my clit, kindling a fire in my stomach. All the champagne in the world couldn’t put out that kind of burn. I wanted so much more of his touch, but he was being so gentle, so teasing, with me.

  I moved my legs apart as far as they would go with the boundaries of my dress. Thank goodness it wasn’t figure-hugging, and the split certainly helped too. It was my silent plea for Rick to give me more, that tickling wasn’t enough.

  My pussy was wet as he pushed his fingers against my mound. With his whole hand, he rubbed circles around my clit, applying pressure and ensuring the friction was enough to drive me wild.

  The anticipation of his sexy promise earlier had already made sure I was turned on and ready for him. Rick only had to flick my clit a few more times, and I was going to burst with pleasure. He’d drawn out the foreplay so that it lasted throughout the evening, and he knew exactly what he’d done.

  I looked at Rick with desperate need that I was trying so hard to keep from my expression. If anyone else saw or had any idea what he was doing to me, I would have been mortified. I would be queen of this kingdom one day, and the future king had his hand on my pussy in the middle of hundreds of people.

  Thank God for tablecloths.

  Rick smirked, pretending he was innocently sitting there doing nothing naughty to his fiancé. How could he be so calm when every part of my being was on fire and raging with need?

  The whole party was listening intently to the speeches. One person after the next stood up and talked about what a great guy Rick was and how happy they were for us to be getting married. They told jokes and teased him, but always praised both him and the kingdom. It was a place for political correctness, making our actions that much more naughty. If they found out what we were doing, there would be a scandal beyond anything else in recent memory. Everybody loved Rick. They shot him adoring glances; all while his hand was massaging my hot pussy.

  He slipped a finger inside me, slowly pumping it back and forth. I so badly wanted to rock my hips to force more of him inside, but I couldn’t. I had to stay still and maintain my composure, which was already as good as impossible.

  Another finger went inside my hole. I greedily accepted him, loving the way he was filling me. I would have preferred his cock so much more, but that would have to come later. For no
w, I just needed the desperate release, but I was scared I wouldn’t be able to hide it at the same time. I couldn’t scream out my pleasure in the ballroom. Rick’s name couldn’t escape my lips at the peak time.

  With two of his fingers sliding in and out of me, his palm started to rub my clit. It was too much; the pleasure was rising up from my belly and about to explode like a nuclear reactor inside me.

  My hips were moving of their own accord, just a small movement that only just made the tablecloth move. I had to grip my hands together on the table so I had something to hold onto for the ride. I needed to be clasping something—Rick’s cock would have been my first choice.

  He was breaking me apart. The fire so intense and needy that nothing would quell it. I needed release; I wanted to beg him for it. My face needed to remain impassive, polite, and kind, but all I could think about was clamping my lips together so they remained silent.