The Bad Royals Box Set: The Complete Royally Unexpected Series, page 6
The Prince’s tongue swipes into my mouth, dancing with mine as his hand grips the nape of my neck. I gasp, tangling my hands into his hair and pulling his face to mine. My body is on fire. He grinds his hips against me and I buck underneath him. His teeth drag across my lower lip and I make a noise at the back of my throat, nipping at him harder.
His grip on my neck tightens as he tilts my head up, kissing me more fiercely. I find the collar of his shirt and rip it open, buttons flying in all directions like confetti.
The Prince pauses, glancing down at his open shirt as a wolfish grin spreads on his lips. His eyes flash again, and he roars.
He wrenches my dress down to my waist and I hear it tear with a sharp, satisfying rip. The Prince cups my exposed breast with his hand as he jams his leg between my thighs. His cock is so hard it makes me ache for him. His thumb, still wet with my saliva, feels cold as he swirls it around my nipple.
He pinches it gently and chuckles when I whimper. “Are you still refusing to tell me your name?” He kisses my neck, pulling me into him and coiling his fingers into my hair.
I tremble, almost falling until the Prince pins me harder against the wall. I nod, breathless.
“I could get you thrown in jail.” HIs eyes are dark as his fingers work to unzip my ruined dress. It puddles at my feet and I stand in front of him in nothing but my underwear.
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” I run my fingers over his chest, pushing his shirt off his shoulders. We stare at each other’s nearly-naked bodies, devouring them with our eyes. Ink dances over his skin, rippling with every movement he makes. Prince Charlie is covered in tattoos from his neck to his waist, and I let my fingers trace his ink, his abdominal muscles, the outline of his pecs.
He’s perfect.
I take a trembling breath and close my eyes for a moment. The Prince freezes, and when I open my eyes, he’s staring at me curiously.
“This is new to you, isn’t it?” He backs away a fraction of an inch and I miss the heat of his body. “You’re not used to this.”
“Not used to what?”
He runs his fingers up my sides, sending shivers through my whole body. Pressing his chest to mine, he cups my face in his hands and stares into my eyes.
“Being with a man like me.”
I almost laugh. I’m not used to being with any men, let alone royalty.
The Prince’s thumb sweeps over my lip and he kisses me again. I pull him into me, pressing my breasts against him as I grind my hips toward him. The gusset of my panties is completely drenched, and my desire for him is only mounting.
Sensing my need, Prince Charlie drops a hand between my legs and grunts when he feels my soaked underwear. His lips don’t leave mine as he runs his hand up and down the outside of my panties, teasing me mercilessly as I move my hips with him.
I fumble with his pants while his lips stay locked with mine. He runs his teeth over my lip and swirls his tongue into my mouth. I moan, finally unfastening his pants and letting them drop to the ground, revealing a pair of tight, white briefs that leave nothing to the imagination. He’s big.
My arms fly around him and we roll our hips toward each other in wild, frantic movements.
The Prince’s body is insane. Everywhere I touch is hard, rippling muscle. He’s chiseled from warm marble, lean and sculpted and like no one else I’ve ever been with. I kiss his neck, bite his shoulder, pull his hair. I need him.
And then, Prince Charlie does something that I’ve only dreamed of. He does something that I thought I’d never experience, that no man has ever done to me before. Something I’ve fantasied about, alone in my room at night, with my eyes squeezed shut and my hand between my legs.
He. Picks. Me. Up.
I yelp, fear spiking through me as my legs wrap around his waist of their own volition. He doesn’t stumble, though. He doesn’t drop me. He holds me as if I weigh nothing. As if I’m not almost as tall as him.
And I feel like a woman. He holds me in his arms and I feel sexier than I’ve ever felt before. I grind my center against him as he grunts, his cock pressed against my soaked underwear.
I curl my hands into the Prince’s hair and kiss him harder, squeezing his waist between my thighs as he takes a few steps.
The energy between us crackles. Our movements are feverish as we claw at each other. He sinks his fingers into my ass as I leave long scratch marks down his back.
“Hold that,” he says, nodding to a bar above me.
I don’t have the energy to think—I just do what he says. I grab the bar with both hands, unwrapping my legs from his waist. He keeps his hands on my hips, teasing my neck with his lips. His hands slip my panties down over my ass. The soaking wet fabric falls to the ground and I kick it away. He gives my butt a light smack.
“Nice ass,” he says, grinning.
“Thanks. I made it myself.”
That gets a laugh from him, and he hooks his thumbs into his briefs and drops them to his ankles. My breath hitches, and the Prince’s lips twitch into a wicked smile.
“Keep your hands on that bar. That’s a command from your Prince.” Without waiting for an answer, he grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist. The tip of his cock brushes against me, and I inhale.
His eyes are smoldering. I watch a vein in his neck pulse with thick, hot blood as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
Then without warning, the Prince buries himself inside me to the hilt. Holding my waist, he drives his cock inside me, hard. We both grunt. I grip the bar above my head as he thrusts into me again and again, sending wave after wave of pleasure rocking through me.
Without breaking stride, the Prince grabs my legs and hooks them under his arms, spreading me even wider for him. A moan slips through my lips as his cock drives deeper inside me.
“Come for me, angel,” he growls. My body is completely in his control. I hang from the bar above my head with my knees hooked over his arms as he drives himself deeper and deeper inside me. I can feel everything—his full length pulsing as he pushes inside me. I’m so wet it covers him completely and our bodies slap together amidst grunts and moans.
It’s messy. It’s rough. It’s fucking incredible.
The muscles in my arms are screaming, but I don’t care. I’m not letting go. The Prince takes my nipple between his lips and drags his teeth over it as he spreads me wider, punishing every part of me.
I scream.
My spasming is out of my control. My legs squeeze into him as an orgasm rocks through me, sending me flying over the edge as my whole body contracts around him.
The Prince lets out a moan, sucking my breast between his lips and driving himself inside me again. My body goes limp, my head lolling back with every movement of his thrusting hips.
But I don’t let go.
Not until I feel his cock grow even harder. Not until I feel it push deep inside me. Not until he grunts, splashing his seed against my womb with a final, powerful thrust.
Then, finally, I let go of the bar above me—and we both tumble to the floor.
9
CHARLIE
My mystery woman lands on top of me in a tangle of arms and legs. My cock slips out of her, thank fuck, otherwise the fall might have snapped it in half.
“You okay?” She props herself on her elbows. Her brows are arched in worry.
I grab her ass with both hands. “I’m great.” I smack it again.
A shy smile tugs at her lips and I wonder how she could feel shy after what’s just happened. “That was…” She trails off.
I grin. “It was fucking hot, that’s what it was. I’ve always wanted to do that but I’ve never met a girl who was strong enough.”
She smiles, blushing. I bring my lips to hers and kiss her… and then freeze. “Are you on the pill?”
She opens her mouth to answer just as the castle clocktower starts ringing. The mystery girl’s eyes widen and she jumps up off me. “What time is it?”
“Midnight,” I answer, frowning. She hasn’t answered my question. If she’s not on the pill, she’ll have to get the morning after pill. I’ve already learned my lesson a long time ago—I can’t trust women when it comes to pregnancy. All they want is a little bastard child by me so they know they’ll be set up for life.
No fucking way.
But before I can ask her again, she’s pulling on her underwear and scrambling to get her dress.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” She pulls on the tattered remains of her gown, sighing as it falls halfway down her chest. “Damn it.”
“Are you leaving?”
“Yeah. I gotta go. Curfew.”
“Curfew?”
Finally, she looks up at me. “Yes, Your Highness, curfew. I’m supposed to be home by midnight, and as it is, it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. I’m not supposed to be here.”
“Call me Charlie,” I say, surprising myself. “Who are you?” I ask.
She runs over to me, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Thank you for tonight. You have no idea how much it meant to me.”
“Wait—”
But she’s already heading for the door, holding her ruined dress up with both hands.
“Hey! You never answered. Are you on the pill, or…?”
She pauses at the door, glancing over her shoulder with a withering look. “What makes you think I’d want to get pregnant, Your Highness? Please. I have other things to worry about.” She shakes her head, walking out, and a spark of shame flashes in my heart.
I stare at the door where she disappeared for a few seconds, frowning. Finally, I snap out of it and run out of my gym, sprinting halfway down the hallway. I need to know who she is. I need to see her again.
After tonight, I know I won’t be able to settle for another woman. It won’t be enough. Nothing will be enough until I have her again—hopefully sooner rather than later. I sprint down the hallway in one direction, and then double back and check the other exits. There’s no sign of her.
Movement catches my eye, and Talin comes stalking around a corner. He arches an eyebrow, flicking his eyes down to my naked body.
“Your Highness,” he says with a small bow.
“Did you see…” I trail off. The girl said she shouldn’t be here, and I don’t want to get her in trouble by telling Talin about her.
What did she mean by curfew? What kind of grown woman has a curfew?!
I ignore Talin and turn around, walking my naked ass back to my gym.
I’d come here for a bit of peace and quiet, thinking that no one would be in here. Well, someone was here, but who is still a mystery.
I pull my clothes back on item by item, mulling over what just happened. She was… incredible.
A current of frustration starts seeping through me as I think of her refusal to tell me her name. No one has ever done that. No one has ever wanted to stay anonymous from me. No one has stood up to me like that—all the while being dripping wet and begging for more.
And, like an idiot, I gave her exactly what she wanted—and without protection. Gave her what I wanted, too. Something came over me, and I couldn’t control myself. She was so different. So special. So… perfect. I didn’t even think about the consequences until it was too late.
That’s not like me.
It won’t happen again.
Pulling my shirt back on, I sigh as I realize every single button save for one has been ripped off. I’ll have to go back to my chambers to get a new shirt before going back down to the guests. I run my fingers through my hair as I make my way to the exit.
A flash of white catches my eye.
Her shoes are lying forgotten by the door.
I pick them up, turning them over in my hands, as if they’ll give me some kind of clue as to her identity. They don’t. Still, for some reason, I take them with me on my way back to my rooms.
I take a shortcut through the castle and pass in front of my father’s office. Voices make me pause.
“Completely naked, Your Highness,” Talin says.
Snitch.
“Probably screwing some whore, no doubt,” my father replies. I can imagine him waving a hand dismissively. “As long as he doesn’t get anyone pregnant, I suppose it doesn’t matter.”
My blood turns to ice as rage flows through me. As long as I don’t get anyone pregnant? He never loses the opportunity to remind me of the scandal that rocked my life when I was just a teenager. It’s been almost a decade, now, and yet he still brings it up every chance he gets.
“If he does, it’ll be his problem to deal with,” Talin says. “We have the Farcliff Dam Project to deal with. The Prince knocking up half the Kingdom isn’t an issue anymore.”
My eyes widen and my breath catches at the sound of his voice, the anger intensifying inside me. Hatred is too kind a word for what I feel for those two. Who does Talin think he is? Why does my father let him speak about me like that?
Then I realize what else he said. The Farcliff Dam Project was rejected by the cabinet way back when my mother was still alive. She campaigned against it, because building a dam on Farcliff Lake would mean flooding all of Grimdale. Why are they talking about it now? And what the hell does it have to do with my sex life?
I lean in toward the door to hear my father sigh. “Mostly, I feel sorry for the women he chooses. Poor things.”
My hand trembles as I reach for the doorknob. She wasn’t a ‘poor thing’ tonight. She was a fucking goddess. I’m sick of my father belittling me like this. He’s up to something, and all I want to do is beat it out of him.
But I remember my brother Damon’s words, and I know that I can’t burst in there. I can’t make a scene, and I can’t give my father an excuse to get rid of me.
For the sake of my brothers, I need to be on my best behavior. And as much as I hate to admit it, my father’s right—that includes not knocking anyone up.
Until I know why the King all of a sudden wants me as an heir—and if this whole Farcliff Dam Project has anything to do with it—I’ll have to play by his rules.
I bite my lip and turn away, gripping the mystery woman’s heels in my hands as I make my way to my chambers. I place her shoes in the bottom drawer of my dresser and slam it shut.
I need to find out who she is. I need to see her again.
Flopping down on my bed, I squeeze my eyes shut as the whisper of her kiss dances across my lips. She’s making my blood burn like I’ve never experienced before, and the thought of never finding out her name is not an option.
I will find her, and I will make her mine.
My lips curl into a smile when I think of her. Who knows? Maybe she’s the one. My father would love that. What if his stupid Prince’s Ball does result in me finding a woman?
Not just a woman—the woman. The woman of my dreams.
I’m pulled from my thoughts by a knock on the door. “Come in,” I say, pushing myself up to sit on the edge of the bed.
Nev walks in and gives me a small bow. His forehead is creased, and it takes him a few seconds to drag his eyes up to mine.
“Yes?”
“Sir,” he sighs. “I have her name, as requested. The woman in the white dress.”
My mouth goes dry and I stand up. My heart thumps and I take a step toward my butler. “Well? What is it?”
“Dahlia Raventhal,” he says, and my stomach sours.
A Raventhal?
Shit.
10
ELLE
My bare feet are cut and bleeding by the time I stumble into my apartment. Dahlia pokes her head out of her bedroom door, the smile quickly slipping off her face as she takes in the sight of me. My best friend’s eyes widen and horror paints itself on her features.
“Elle! What happened? Oh my gosh, are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m good.” My lips twitch and understanding flits across Dahlia’s face.
“You had sex, didn’t you?”
I start laughing and clap my hand over my mouth. My torn gown falls to my waist and I scramble to pick it back up as the giggles bubble through me. Dahlia stares at me, wide-eyed with amazement. Her mouth drops open and she shakes her head.
“Well I’ll be… Who was it?”
I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut. I can’t tell her. I can’t tell anyone. That’s the kind of gossip that will get me kicked off the rowing team, out of Farcliff University, and possibly even out of the Kingdom. No one can know that I slept with the Prince… including the Prince himself.
“Don’t know,” I say, averting my eyes. I’m a terrible liar.
But if Dahlia notices, she doesn’t say anything. She just claps her hands and laughs, hopping and dancing toward me. “What happened to your dress? Your shoes? Your hair? Are you sure you weren’t attacked by a pack of hungry cougars on the way home? You’re a mess.”
I shake my head, grinning. “No cougars. Just him. It was… intense.”
“Never have I ever been more proud.”
“I need a shower.”
“Yes, you do,” Dahlia nods. “And I’ll be right here in the kitchen patiently waiting for all the details when you come out.”
By the time Dahlia lets me go to bed, it’s well past two o’clock in the morning. I tell her I didn’t know who the guy was, despite her repeated prodding. Mostly, she seems proud of me. In a way, I’m proud of myself, too. It felt good to let go and do something crazy. My life has been so regimented and so focused on rowing that I haven’t had any time to let loose.
What little hair I do have, I let down in a big way tonight.
I get to my bedroom door when Dahlia calls out. “Did you use protection?”
I freeze, slowly turning to face her. She leans against her bedroom door, eyebrow arched. “Did you?”
I shake my head.
“Elle!”
“I know, I know. We just went for it. I know it was irresponsible, but it just… happened.” I shrug.
