Stolen Princess

by Lavender Sage

  My mouth opened wide as moans escaped me. My body tightened, threatening to push me off the edge any time. His fingers relentlessly fucked my pussy until I cried out, feeling my body tremble as I reached climax. All I could do was moan out his name repeatedly.

  “You taste so sweet, love,” he said, bringing his finger to his lips and tasting me. His mouth clamped over mine in a deep kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue, desperate for him to take me.

  He moved over me and pulled down the dress off my body completely. Next to go were the panties I wore. I pulled him close for a kiss while he unbuttoned his trousers. Pulling away, I clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel his naked skin on mine.

  Killian descended down on me, kissing my lips while he rubbed his cock’s fat head on my moist pussy folds. Moaning hard, I bucked my hip, eager to get him inside me. He chuckled into my mouth, followed by a thrust of his hips that made his cock slide inside me. Pulling out, he pushed in again, sliding several inches more.

  “You still feel so tight, love,” he groaned, his fingers brushing over my clitoris. It only made my walls clamp onto his shaft harder.

  “Kiss me,” I demanded when he was tightly buried inside me.

  He took my lips and began thrusting inside me slowly. It was sweet love, but heat thrummed through my body. My moans were loud but Killian’s mouth drowned them.

  His pace increased as he thrust harder into me. I was moaning too much now, our kisses becoming intermittent. My core was tightening as Killian buried his face into my breasts. Suddenly, my body shuddered with the oncoming of intense pleasure, blinding me to everything except the hot rod inside me.

  Killian was moving hard and fast inside me. His tortured expression told me he was close to his own release. Eager to climax with him, I raised my hips, meeting each of his thrusts. The tip of his cock hit deep inside my womb, making my body tremble with shivers of pleasure.

  “Irene, I love you,” he groaned, plunging in and out of me. With a sudden low growl, he went stationary. Next moment, his body shuddered and I felt the explosion of his thick, hot cum filling my pussy. Closing my eyes, I moaned out at the sensation, my own body trembling underneath him.

  “You’re so beautiful, love,” he whispered, raising his head. My breasts were squashed against his hard chest and he slowly softened inside me. His cum dribbled out of pussy to fall thickly on my thigh.

  Pulling out, Killian fell back among the pillows beside me. I turned towards him to face him. In the dimness of the night, I could see his eyes shining bright.

  “You must promise to be with me every time,” I said with a pout.

  He chuckled softly. “We need to get married for that, love.”

  “When can we get married, then?”

  He watched me for a while before pulling me into his arms. “Let me talk to your parents first.”

  As I leaned my head on his chest, sleep came over me once again. Drained after our passionate lovemaking, I closed my eyes.

  9

  Killian

  It was close to six A.M. when my eyes slowly blinked open. The light of dawn filtered through the curtains at the window, making me sit up. I needed to go out the same way I came in last night.

  Frustrated with not knowing how Irene was doing, I’d ran out of my house, jogged the distance to Joe’s mansion and covertly entered his property without letting the guards see me. Having grown up in the house, I knew the exact locations to use that wouldn’t alert security. I reached the corner of the mansion the Taylors kept reserved for their daughter even when she was missing.

  Long, thick vines of ivy interspersed with some flowering climber covered the wall that led to one of the windows. Testing the thick, woody stems, I climbed up to the first-floor window. To my luck, it was open with the curtains fluttering in a light summer breeze. Beyond it, lay Irene on the bed.

  The sight reminded me of the first time I laid eyes on her. She’d been on the bed the same way, gazing out at me. I climbed through the window and entered the room. Keeping my footsteps slow, I moved to the bed noiselessly. Irene was sleeping, her breathing deep and regular. At once, the tension in my body loosened. A smile rose on my lips as joy flooded my chest. Just knowing she was safe and comfortable made me happy.

  She shifted under the covers and moaned out. “Killian.”

  My eyes widened. She was calling for me in her sleep. Was she having a nightmare?

  “Killian.”

  “I am here, Irene,” I said, gently clasping her cool hand. She exhaled a long sigh before becoming quiet again. “I guess I really should have kept you with me.” Irene continued to sleep but I could no long bear to be far from her.

  Removing my shoes, I slowly climbed into bed beside her. The mattress sank under my weight, making Irene roll into my chest automatically. Adjusting my position, I wrapped an arm around her, keeping her back close to my chest.

  Even though the room was dark, some of the light from the compound came through the curtains. Soon my eyes adjusted to the dimness and I was able to look down at my babe. She still smelled of my lemon-scented body wash and shampoo. I inhaled deeply, caressing the silky strands of her dark hair.

  We lay like that until Irene woke up to find me beside her. We kissed, our hands touching each other. She craved for my touch, fanning the fire of lust inside me. It wasn’t long before we both gave into our needs. We fell asleep after that. I closed my eyes telling myself I’d rest only a few minutes and then get out of the room but when I woke up again, it was past dawn.

  I climbed out of the bed slowly and began looking for my clothes strewn all over the floor. They were lying tangled with Irene’s who was still sleeping naked under the sheets. Donning my shirt and trousers, I moved to the bed. Irene looked peaceful in sleep. Satisfied that no nightmares plagued her, I gently kissed her lips and walked away.

  Reaching the window, I looked down at the wide, sweeping lawn of the estate. Daylight was growing already, so taking a deep breath, I climbed out. The vines were rough against my palm but a little scratch in return for spending time with Irene seemed trivial.

  When my feet touched the ground, I brushed my hands together and ran towards the low wall I’d used to breach the Taylors’ grounds. Suddenly, a thought entered my mind. If I could get inside so easily, someone else would be able to do so too. My chest tightened as soon as I realized Irene’s safety was compromised.

  “I’ll bring you to me soon,” I vowed under my breath as I jogged through the street towards my house. Yesterday, I was willing to let the Taylors have their daughter for a few more days but I couldn’t let them keep her any longer. I would be able to protect her so much better. They were welcome to come see her anytime. Heck! I wouldn’t even mind if they moved into my house. I just needed Irene close to me at all times.

  Reaching my home, I headed to the kitchen. Mary was already up and chatting with Kathy, the house cook. They both looked up as soon as I entered the space.

  “Where have you been, Master Meyers?” asked Mary.

  “Just jogging.”

  “In your formal clothes?”

  I looked down at my creased shirt and pants. “Yeah. They’re comfortable.” When neither Mary nor Kathy looked convinced, I cleared my throat. “Get me a cup of coffee.”

  After Mary handed me the cup of the rich, dark brew, I moved out of the kitchen. The sip of hot coffee gave me the instant hit of energy I was craving for. Reaching my room, I drank the rest of it before moving into the bathroom for a shower.

  My plan was to dress up and go meet the Taylors as soon as it was time for breakfast. They always had their meal at nine A.M. so I was hoping to meet them and quickly come to a conclusion about Irene.

  Switching off the shower, I stepped out and toweled my body dry. My gaze fell on the cell phone on my desk as soon as I walked out of the bathroom. Taking it, I fired an email to my secretary to cancel all meetings for the day.

  Once that was taken care of, I began dressing. The Taylors knew me since I w
as a boy and my father worked as one of their employees. There was no point in showing off in front of the people who’d seen me at the weakest point in life. I decided to stay true to myself, hoping my sincerity would reach through them and they would let me marry Irene.

  Irene was the wonderful woman I’d ever met. There was no taint of lies and betrayal in her heart. She demanded what she wanted from me instead of playing mind games like most women I’d dated earlier. I prized her honesty and unabashed way of asking me to kiss her, to take her. Her love for me was clear in those green eyes. There was no way I could lose a rare gem like her.

  “I love you, Irene,” I whispered, looking at my tortured expression in the mirror before me.

  The newspaper and another cup of coffee distracted me until it was quarter to nine. Donning a jacket, I moved out of the room.

  “Are you going out, Master Meyers?” asked Mary, stopping me near the front entrance.

  “Yes. I am heading over to the Taylors.”

  “So you’ll be having breakfast there?”

  “Yes, Mary. Goodbye.”

  The sun was shining brightly. Inhaling a deep breath of fresh air, I walked towards the Taylor mansion. The houses on both sides of the street were freshly-painted with neat, green lawns. Irene could’ve grown up in this neighborhood, played with the children there and maybe, we could’ve known each other our whole lives.

  Nicole stole so much from the Taylors. In the end, she died, not giving any of us a way to exact our revenge. All that was left to us was Irene. Somehow, she remained pristine and pure despite the dark environment she grew up in. Nicole’s madness never touched her and for that I was grateful.

  The men guarding the tall gates of the mansion opened them as soon as they spotted me. One of them waved at me as I passed by, heading for the main entrance.

  Entering the house, I made my way to the dining hall. People passing by me didn’t even glance at me twice. My presence wasn’t anything unusual for them.

  Reaching the dining hall, my gaze fell on the family seated there. Irene looked glum and quiet while her parents coaxed her into trying one of the many pastries covering the table.

  “Morning,” I said loudly, attracting all attention towards me.

  Irene’s gaze met mine and at once, her face lit up with a beautiful smile. Getting up from the chair, she ran towards me, colliding with me hard and putting her arms around my neck.

  “Where did you disappear to, Killian?” she asked in a pouty voice. “I missed you so much.”

  Joe and Eva watched us, their gazes wide with surprise. Taking hold of Irene’s wrists, I gently removed them from my neck. “I am hungry, love. How about we eat some breakfast?”

  She nodded. “Come on,” she said, taking hold of my elbow and leading me towards the table. “There’s so much to eat here. Look!”

  “Were you starved before, sweetheart?” asked Eva, her voice heavy with tears.

  “No, Mother,” said Irene, glancing up at Eva. “It’s just that we never had such a big variety of food. We mostly ate canned stuff.”

  Joe held his wife’s shoulders as she looked on the verge of tears.

  “Come, everyone,” I said, trying to make the situation lighter. “I am starving. Let’s eat before we discuss anything else.” I looked over at Irene. “Serve me your favorite.”

  She smiled, eagerly picking up a plate. “These pastries look really nice. Try them.”

  I sat down beside her while Joe and Eva watched their daughter closely.

  “She seems so different with you, Killian,” remarked Joe. “She wouldn’t say one word to us.”

  “It will take her some time to get used to it all,” I said. Glancing at Irene, I said, “Would you like some juice?”

  When she nodded, I poured her a glass from the jug of orange juice near me. “Let’s start eating.”

  Eva and Joe started on the meal when they saw both of us eat. For the next few minutes, we helped ourselves to the spread laid out before us.

  I waited until everyone’s plates were cleared and Joe and Eva were sipping cups of tea.

  “There’s something I wanted to discuss with you,” I began. When they both looked at me, I continued. “I want Irene to live with me until we are married.”

  “What?” sputtered Joe.

  “Married?” Eva stared at me confusedly.

  “What are you talking about, son?” asked Joe, putting down his cup.

  “Irene and I…we fell in love.” Irene nodded enthusiastically, wrapping her arm around mine. “I have never felt such a connection with anyone before. You know how I feel about most women.” I looked at Eva, hoping she would understand. She often pressed me to go out on dates, often setting them up herself.

  “Are you saying you like our daughter?” asked Eva, a look of concern coming over her features.

  “Yes. I am the first person Irene met in that manor. I am the first person she chose to trust. She loves me as much I love her.”

  “But you just met,” said Joe. “Are you sure it’s love?”

  Irene’s grip on my arm tightened at Joe’s tone. “It is love.” I placed a hand over hers to reassure her before meeting Joe’s gaze. “You’ve known me my whole life. You know very well I would never bullshit when it came to relationships. I consider you and Eva as family already. I would never do anything to hurt you or Irene. You can trust me on that.”

  Joe exhaled a long breath and sat back in his chair.

  “We only just got her back,” said Eva, covering her face with her hands. “Why do you have to take her away from us?”

  I felt her pain. Eva was like a mother to me. “Please, Eva. I am not taking her away. She’ll just be a few blocks away. You can see her anytime you like.”

  “I want to stay with Killian,” Irene spoke up.

  Joe moved his chair closer to his wife’s and put his arms around her shoulder. “Stop crying, Evy. At least, our daughter is back with us. She needs time to settle down here and maybe Killian can help.”

  “I know he will help,” she said, sobbing. “I just wish my baby would want me more.”

  Irene looked troubled. Glancing at me, she whispered, “I didn’t want to make them sad.”

  “I know,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “It’s just been very hard on your parents. They have loved you longer than I.”

  She looked tortured. “It’s still so hard to remember them.”

  My gaze met Joe’s. It was a sad expression that passed between us. Irene grew up calling another woman mother. No matter what she did, Nicole did look after her all these years and it had to be hard to forget the time in between.

  “You need time,” I spoke up at last. “Please, Joe. Let Irene live with me while she gets used to life here. You can come see her anytime. Spend as much time with her as you want but for her happiness and peace of mind, let her stay with me. That’s all I ask for now.”

  “Okay,” said Joe with a slow nod of his head. “If that’s what Irene needs to feel safe, she can stay with you.”

  Irene’s face lit with a smile at once. “Thank you, Father.”

  “She looks so beautiful when she smiles,” said Eva in a tear-filled voice. She dabbed at her eyes and looked up at me with a faltering smile. “I guess we’ll trust you to care for her.”

  “Of course,” I replied. “I’ll protect her with my life.”

  10

  Irene

  It felt terrible to see Mother and Father so sad but part of me was glad. They were giving me the freedom to choose and live with Killian. This was one thing Nicole would never tolerate. While she’d been a good mother to me, looking after me all these years, she would never relent. Nicole always preferred to be in control of me. It was the only thing I resented about her.

  My real parents, however, were forgiving. They still said they loved me and would do anything just to see me happy. Their willingness to let me go, despite their sadness, was touching me in a way I never thought possible.

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sp; I looked up at the man walking beside me. Killian was somber and deep in his thoughts. Was he sad too?

  “Did I do something wrong?” I asked him as we walked down the street.

  “No, Irene. You did nothing wrong.” A long sigh escaped him. “It’s hard to make right decisions when family is involved.”

  The breeze blowing by made my hair stream behind me and the sunlight felt warm on my skin. A man and two children walked past us in the opposite direction, nodding at us. It seemed like a very normal gesture because both the man and Killian kept walking their way. I’d never seen so many people in my life before. It was almost overwhelming.

  “I didn’t want to see Mother cry like that.”

  Killian halted, turning to face me. His hand sat gently on top of my head as he bent down to look at me. “You don’t have to feel guilty, Irene. The fact that you call them ‘mother’ and ‘father’ is enough. It can’t be easy to accept strangers as your parents.”

  “So you understand me?” I asked, feeling a knot open in my chest.

  “Of course.” He pressed his lips to mine before straightening up. “Come on.” We walked towards his house as he kept his arm around me. “It’s not just your fault, Irene. I am responsible for trying to snatch you away too.”

  “I want you to keep me with you.” My cheeks heated up and I was unable to look at him. “I always want to be with you.”

  “You will, love,” he said, tightening his arm around me and pulling me against him. “You’re mine.” I loved the possessiveness and hint of danger in his voice. It made my heart race. My body thrummed deliciously.

  Moving a step closer to him, I pressed my breasts against his rock-hard chest. His eyes grew darker as he looked down at me. “You’re such a wildcat,” he whispered, leaning close to my ear. A throaty chuckle escaped him when a shiver ran through me. “I am going to talk to my housekeeper now. You’ll have to wait a little longer to have me all to yourself.”