Royal Scandal (The Prince's Choice Book 2)

by Leila Haven

  But I’d done my part. The women would work things out between themselves and get back to planning the wedding. Perhaps Melody just needed to blow off some steam and then she’d be fine.

  If not, I was fucked.

  Chapter 6

  Melody

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  I wanted to kill Anna.

  How dare she fucking tell Rick that I was being difficult? That I was rejecting all her ideas? She was planning the whole damn thing. The only issue I had raised was about the bridesmaids. And I wasn’t going to back down on that.

  The flowers, the dress, the colors, everything else was her idea. I’d barely made any changes at all because she wouldn’t fucking let me.

  This was Anna’s wedding, not mine.

  And now she was running to Rick and complaining about me?

  I threw myself onto the couch in my living quarters and tried to calm down. I’d come straight here so that I didn’t act on impulse. I needed to be careful because clearly people were playing games here in the palace.

  What was Anna’s deal? Did she hate me that much? Her job was to find Rick a wife and that was done. She should have been happy. Otherwise, the wife competition could have gone on for months or years, and her reputation would have been shot.

  My hands clenched into fists, and I punched the unassuming cushion. I wasn’t a violent person, but I was just so angry that I needed a release.

  If Anna was playing a game, what was her end point? I knew she didn’t like me, but did she hate me that much that she wanted Rick and me to break up? Was that what she was trying to do?

  Anna was in love with Rick. I saw it every time she looked at him. A person could hide their feelings behind a mask, but their eyes would always betray them. You can’t hide adoration when it shines from your every gaze.

  She had to want him for herself. She was planning her wedding, not mine. At the end, she hoped to substitute me for her. She would be the one walking down the aisle at the end of the day.

  Sneaky bitch.

  I needed to start playing her game and beat her at it. I had to outplay her at every move. Otherwise, I would be the one out of the wedding and sent home in disgrace. Being Rick’s wife was the ultimate prize.

  But I didn’t want this to be a game. For once in my life, I wanted it to be easy. Loving Rick and accepting everything that came with him was easy. The formal part should have been smooth, just something we had to do to make it official.

  It felt like being back in the wife competition all over again. This time my rival wasn’t Violet, but Anna. Someone I’d never thought was even competition. Little did I know to what lengths she’d go to for her prize.

  I needed to confront her. Maybe Anna would back off if she knew I was onto her. If she thought I would block her at every pass, perhaps it would be enough to scare her away and back to the corner where she belonged.

  Maybe not.

  But I had to try. Confrontation was never my strong point, but I would do it for my man. I wasn’t going to give up Rick without a bloody good fight first. He was mine, and she needed to back off.

  I channeled all my anger into resolve, uncurling my hands and smoothing my hair back. I needed to stay calm for the confrontation or I would just come across as a crazy woman. No doubt Rick would then hear about it.

  Anna was usually in her office, so I left my living quarters and headed to the bottom floor of the palace where it was located. As I did, I had to pass the queen’s favorite sitting room. The door was open, and the room was empty. It would have been nice to share some tea with my future mother-in-law after speaking with Anna. Maybe I’d be able to find her afterwards.

  As I reached the office, I heard voices floating from the door that was slightly ajar. I pressed myself against the wall, hoping to identify who the voices belonged to.

  One was Anna.

  The other belonged to the queen.

  At least I knew where she was now. I didn’t want to get caught eavesdropping so I remained completely still and silent, hoping to leave before being discovered.

  Anna’s voice was slightly louder than the queen’s. “Everything is going so well, Your Majesty. It will be a beautiful wedding.”

  “I’m very glad to hear that. I have no doubt that you will plan everything perfectly. I always said you were the right woman for the job,” the queen replied happily. I could imagine her sitting in the chair I usually sat in, reclining far more gracefully than anyone else on the planet could.

  “I’m humbled by your compliments, Your Majesty. You know I would do anything to serve your family.”

  “I know, my dear. You help has been indispensable. I can’t imagine what I would do without you. Have you given any thoughts to what you would like to do once the wedding is over?”

  Anna could choose her new job? The woman was given too much power. “I haven’t yet, no. I’m putting everything I have into this wedding. It doesn’t leave me much personal time.”

  “My dear, you are exemplary.”

  Probably more like she was planning on being Rick’s wife after the wedding, then she wouldn’t need another position in the palace. She could pop out a few children and pretend she was the queen of the castle until she actually was.

  The conversation continued, but I’d heard enough. It was obvious the queen adored Anna. If I confronted her and made waves, it would be relayed back to the queen too. It would look terrible for her future daughter-in-law to be deemed difficult.

  Rick really respected his parents. He would listen to their counsel. If the queen thought I was unsuitable to be his princess, he might decide to listen to that advice and call off the wedding.

  It was all such a mess.

  Anna had woven herself into the royal fabric and was doing everything she could to ensure she would not be a loose thread. Rick loved her. The queen loved her. Everybody in the freaking palace loved her. If it came down to word alone, she would be the one they all believed. Not me.

  I needed a new strategy.

  An ally.

  There were dozens of key people at the palace, people that had been there for a long people. I needed to start making friends and building my credibility with them. I couldn’t be so easily disposed of then. I would be a real person and not just a name.

  All I wanted to do was run to Rick and tell him everything that had happened. I hated the way he looked at me when he told me Anna was upset. It was clear he was more concerned about her and that killed me. He had so easily believed her that it was clear I wouldn’t be able to get through to him now.

  For the first time since I’d come to the palace, I truly felt alone. Rick had made it easy for me to be there before. He’d distracted me from missing my family so much. He was my everything, but he couldn’t be that anymore.

  We were all playing a game, and I was determined to win.

  I got straight on the phone and called my cousins, inviting them to be my bridesmaids. I told them to come to the palace as soon as they could so that they could be measured for their dresses and help with the preparations. They were beside themselves with excitement.

  Once my cousins arrived, Anna wouldn’t be able to refuse my single request any longer. She wouldn’t be able to look Rick in the eye and say I couldn’t have my family as part of the wedding.

  I was going to win this round.

  For the rest of the day, I stayed out of everyone’s way. I discreetly told the head housekeeper, Eva, that we were having three more guests arrive within the next few days. I said they could stay in my guest quarters, but she wouldn’t hear of it. Separate guest rooms would be prepared for my cousins. Eva ran a tight ship and would not be prepared to compromise on the Palace’s hospitality.

  Next on my list was giving Rick something that Anna couldn’t. At least she better not. I had to wait until nightfall when Rick retired to his quarters. I hadn’t said much to him at dinner so it would be a surprise when I treated him like I was about to.

  I slipped into a blac
k lacy teddy, one that made my boobs look gorgeous. My pink nipples could be seen through the sheer fabric, and they were already hard little buds. All I had to do was think about Rick, and I got turned on. He didn’t even need to be there to have that effect on me.

  It would have been indecent to leave my room as I was, so I threw on a nightgown. The corridors of the palace always seemed too long when I was going to visit Rick. Thankfully, I didn’t encounter anyone along the way.

  I knocked on his door and waited for it to swing open. He was soon framed in the doorway, still wearing the business suit I had seen him in earlier. He wouldn’t be dressed for much longer.

  “This is a nice pleasure,” he purred, inviting me inside. I strutted in, toying with the sash of my nightgown. “What can I do for my beautiful fiancé?”

  “You can take off your clothes.”

  He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing against his collar. “You go first.” His lips twisted up into a daring smirk. It was suddenly too hot to keep the nightgown on anyway. I opened the sash and let the gown fall down to the floor. He hissed out a breath. “Baby girl, you are making all kinds of thoughts in my mind turn very, very dirty.”

  “I’m not here for good, clean fun.”

  “No?” I shook my head. “Then what are you here for?”

  “Take your clothes off, and you’ll find out.” I issued the tease and waited for Rick to comply. His gaze travelled slowly down my body. I could almost feel it on my skin. The look in his eyes changed from cheeky to being on fire. He looked like he wanted to devour me like I was dessert—the gooey, chocolaty kind.

  He started moving, taking off his black suit jacket and placing it over the back of his desk chair. He was being careful and deliberate, never once taking his eyes off me. The slowness of his stripping was making me hotter by the minute. I was just about ready to take his clothes off him myself, but I was enjoying the show too much.

  He undid each of his shirt buttons in turn before showing me his glorious bare chest. I couldn’t wait to kiss every part of those muscles. It was cruel for a person to be so hot. It just made me want him every minute of the day and night.

  His hands started to work the zip of his pants, but I stopped him by placing my hands over his. I looked up into his eyes for silent permission to take over his stripping. He nodded slightly, almost too small of a movement to notice.

  I slowly pulled the zip of his suit pants down, making sure to scrape over his mound as I did. Rick’s cock was already engorged and ready for action. He definitely had no problems getting hard for me. I wasn’t going to leave him disappointed tonight.

  I guided his pants all the way down to the floor, kneeling when I got there. From my position, I looked up at Rick through my lashes, playing coy. He grinned, lilting his lips in a sexy pout in response. “And what are you doing down there, gorgeous?”

  My tongue slid across my lips. “Getting ready to put something in my mouth.”

  “Better get to it then, before it erupts.”

  I’d never given Rick a blowjob before, but he had been kind enough to go down on me several times. Tonight, I was repaying the favor, and I couldn’t wait to see how he tasted in my mouth.

  I stood on my knees and cupped Rick through his boxers. The man’s size continually astounded me. His royal jewels were far bigger than any kept in the vault.

  Rubbing his cock, Rick started to moan with pleasure. I didn’t want to get him too excited yet, so I stopped and pulled down the fabric. His heavy cock was completely erect and pointing upwards, ready for whatever action I was about to give him.

  Pre-cum was making the head of his cock shine with moisture. I licked my lips and prepared to taste him. With both hands, I gripped his girth and pulled him into my mouth. My tongue lapped around his cock, licking up all his juice and letting the taste linger.

  His saltiness was exquisite, making me want more and more of him. With one hand, I cupped his balls and started to massage them. His legs momentarily went weak as he fought to keep himself together. I could have brought the next King of Illium down to his knees if I wanted to. I held all the power in the palace tonight.

  I sucked on his cock, shielding my teeth with my lips as I started to pull him out again. His cock pumped in and out of my mouth as his hips started to buck with the motion. Rick’s hand moved to the back of my head, guiding me closer against him.

  His cock slid into my mouth and down my throat. It was easy to fight the gag reflex by focusing on the powerful man standing before me. I wanted to take all of him, to feel him filling me in a completely new way. I reveled in how much pleasure I could give him.

  My pussy was throbbing down below, making my teddy wet between my legs. I was so turned on by his cock that I could easily have made myself cum with just one stroke. I wanted to touch myself, to bring some relief to my desperate heat, but I couldn’t take my hands off Rick’s cock. They belonged there, at least for the time being.

  “Fucking hell, you feel good,” Rick said under his breath.

  I continued sucking on his member, my hands massaging his balls and squeezing the base of his cock. He was so close to coming, and I wanted to tip him over the edge. With everything I had, I sucked until my cheeks were hollow.

  “Fuck!”

  Rick came in my mouth. His cock twitching only a moment before it shattered. I swallowed quickly, taking all his juices as he lost himself in the pleasure. His hand had stilled on the back of my head. His hips coming to a halt. We were all waiting for the ocean to rock through him.

  My pussy was crying out for attention; the ache to be filled almost painful. This visit was about Rick, but I would have done anything for my pussy to be rubbed and fondled until I could find my own release. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the tightness around my swollen clit.

  When Rick started to calm down, I slid his cock out of my mouth. I sat back on my heels and watched the prince put himself back together again. His penis hung between us, still slightly hard as he came down from the erection.

  Rick bent over and pulled me to my feet, crushing me against his chest in an all-consuming hug. “That was fucking fantastic.”

  “I enjoyed it too,” I said honestly. I would happily have given Rick a blowjob anywhere and anytime now that I knew how much fun it was.

  He pulled me backwards until we found the bed and collapsed onto it. I snuggled against him. Rick pushed on my leg, trying to get me to move it and open my legs for him.

  “No, this is about you,” I mumbled, clenching my thighs together so he couldn’t move them.

  “Pleasuring you is about me too,” Rick grumbled back. “Now move your legs so I can rock your world, baby girl. Don’t make me get the handcuffs out.” I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not, but I was curious about the handcuffs. I wanted him to bring them out.

  “Handcuffs are okay.”

  “Not tonight, babe. Tonight you’re going to spread your legs and let me tickle your cunt until you come. Do you hear me, princess?”

  I liked the sound of that.

  All of that.

  I relented and let him move my legs apart. His hand went to work immediately, his finger slipping underneath the lacy fabric of my teddy to glide between my folds. He stroked lightly, teasing me with those expert hands of his.

  I writhed, pushing my hips against his hand to get more pressure. But he wouldn’t give it to me yet. Rick stroked all along my clit, from the top to the bottom and then back again. My pussy was on fire, tingling with every stroke and oh-so-ready to be torn apart.

  Rick leaned over and sucked on my nipple through the lace. His tongue, mixed with the fabric, created a beautiful sensation that I could feel deep in the fire of my belly.

  I had wanted this moment since I walked in through Rick’s door, but I never imagined I would get it tonight. I was tilting on the edge of pleasure, so close but being held there by the man I loved. He was drawing out my happiness until he was satisfied I was ready for it.

  “Ri
ck,” I pleaded.

  His finger plunged into my hole, while his thumb took over rubbing my clit. The tight bundle of nerves was being massaged, coaxed into an orgasm. There was nobody in the world that could touch me like Rick did. He set me on fire with no chance of being doused down to mere embers.

  I couldn’t think of anything except the sensations he was gifting me. His mouth on my nipple, gently nibbling and sucking the skin in turn. His hand, owning my pussy like it was something he was born to do. And his eyes, constantly looking at me like he could see my soul.

  The man was made for me, I was certain of it. No matter what I had to put up with to be able to call him my husband and spend the rest of my life with him, I would do it. I would do it ten times if I had to.