I can’t get that kiss out of my head, and it wasn’t even our first one.

All through dinner, I kept picturing him grabbing me, dipping me, and kissing me for the cameras. It was just like in a fairy tale, except I guess there were cameras instead of fairies or something.

I know the kiss was part of our deal, but still. It came out of nowhere and he gave me absolutely no time to prepare myself. That was probably the point. He wanted me nice and surprised, since it probably made a better kiss that way.

Plus, it’s weird to have your second kiss with your fiancé happen in front of a bunch of cameras. Of course, it’s weirder that he’s my fake fiancé and also the Prince of this country, but I guess it’s better if I compartmentalize all this craziness a little bit.

Dinner isn’t exciting but it isn’t boring, either. The royal family is all there, King and Queen included, and I think I catch the Queen giving me weird looks a few times. Mostly though I talk to this third cousin and a few other uncles and cousins. Turns out, the royal family is actually pretty big, and there are even a few foreign family members there, people from Russia and Ukraine.

Throughout the evening though, Bran never once leaves my side. I actually am a little bit surprised. He never once leaves me to talk with a boring cousin all on my own. He’s attentive and kind and he keeps giving me these looks which I can’t exactly understand. He’s acting like he’s a real fiancé and we’re genuinely together, which I guess is what he’s supposed to do, but still. I didn’t expect it from him.

I don’t know what I expected. I didn’t think Bran would be this good of an actor, at least. I kind of thought we’d both be fumbling through this thing together, but instead he seems totally comfortable. He seems like we really have been together for a while, like he really does know me pretty well.

Which isn’t really a bad thing, I guess. I’m acting like it’s a negative that he’s taking to our situation so easily, but really it’s flattering. He clearly wants this to work, and maybe there’s something about me that’s making him so comfortable.

Toward the end of dinner, as the desert course is being served and one of the distant cousins is telling some horribly boring and slightly racist story about a yacht and some local Nigerian men, Bran leans over and whispers in my ear.

“Are you ready to tear your eyes out?” he asks me.

I smile and lean toward him. “Just the one eye,” I say. “But I think if this story is going where I think it’s going, it’ll have to be the other as well.”

He grins at me, clearly amused. “Let’s get out of here,” he says.

“Can we do that?” I feel a surge of excitement. I’m ready to go back to my room, get into the bubble bath, and do a little light reading. I am on vacation, or at least I am a little bit, after all.

“Come on,” he says, and stands up. “Excuse me.” The table looks over at him and he smiles a charming grin. “Cousins, parents, it’s been lovely, but I’m exhausted and I’m not caught up on sleep yet.”

“Leaving so soon?” one of the cousins says, an older man whose name I can’t remember.

“Sorry to say, Dirk,” Bran says. “But we have a lot of work tomorrow. Mother, father, cousins.”

There’s a general murmur of goodbye as I stand and join Bran. We quickly make the rounds, saying goodbye, shaking hands, kissing cheeks, and I catch his mother looking at me again with that strange look. I don’t know why she keeps staring at me, but it’s starting to give me the creeps and make me think that maybe she actually knows something.

We leave the room a few minutes later after everyone has said their goodbyes. I follow Bran out and down the hallway where he calls for the elevator. Once we’re inside, instead of hitting the button for our floor, he hits the button for the top.

“What are you doing?” I ask him.

“There’s something else I want to show you tonight.”

The elevator starts going up with a slight lurch. “What is it?” I ask him.

“Something old,” he says.

“Of course.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not impressed by old stuff anymore.”

He grins at me, enjoying my joke. “I think you’ll like this.”

“Any hints?”

“None,” he says. “Except that it’s outside again.”

“No reporters, though?”

“No,” he says. “I promise, no reporters.”

I sigh but I don’t put up a fight. I have to admit, I’m a little curious what he wants to show me this late at night. It’s after eleven, and we were in that dinner for at least a few hours.

The elevator shoots up and soon we’re passing through solid rock again. We pass the ground floor, which is the base of the castle, and we keep going. Slowly, the elevator comes to a halt, and the doors slide open.

We’re clearly inside the castle. The room is all stone, with a rug on the ground and some ceremonial paintings hanging on the wall, but otherwise the room is bare.

“This way,” Bran says, and I quickly hurry to follow him. I’m wearing an evening gown, another fancy dress given to me by Bran, and high heels. I have to be careful walking on the stone in these heels.

We turn a corner and slowly begin to walk up a flight of stairs.

“Do you know why stairwells are so steep and winding in castles?” he asks me.

“To make the royal family work harder?” I grumble.

He laughs a little. “No, it’s a defensive thing. If people were trying to come up these steps to attack us, it’d be easier for us to stab down and kill them. Plus, you can’t really swing a sword in here. It’s designed to be better for the people with the high ground, which in theory is the royal guard.”

“Makes sense,” I say. “I guess you had to think about people trying to stab you a lot back then, huh?”

He laughs and shrugs. “Part of the deal. Here we go.” He steps in front of a door and slowly pushes it open.

We step outside into the cool night. Above us, the stars spread out across a clear dark sky, and I can’t help but gasp a little bit. There are way more stars than I’ve ever seen in my life out here.

“Welcome to the ramparts,” he says. “The top of the castle.”

“Wow,” is all I can manage as he steps out along the stone pathway.

On either side, the stone wall rises up above our heads, at least seven feet tall. Every few feet, there’s a gap in the wall, probably for people to shoot arrows and throw stuff down at attackers or whatever. I walk over to the edge and look out over the countryside.

It’s dark, but some lights dot the hills. I can’t see much, but I do spot the press campground not too far away.

Bran steps up behind me. “Gorgeous, right?”

I put my hands on the stone. It comes up about to my waist in the gap spots. “Beautiful,” I agree.

“I used to walk around here when I was a kid.”

“You had a lot of spots as a kid,” I say, smiling at him.

I’m surprised to see the look on his face. It’s a little melancholy, though he’s trying to smile. “Life wasn’t always easy for the Prince,” he says.

“What do you mean?”

He shrugs and starts to walk. “A lot was expected of me. I couldn’t have a normal childhood, even though that’s all I really wanted. My parents did the best they could, and they did a lot for me. But sometimes, I needed a place to escape, and so I found some places.”

I fall into step next to him and look up into his handsome face. I always imagined him as Prince Billionaire the Perfect, but I can see how all of this would be difficult for a child. He handles it well and clearly it hasn’t affected him too much, but there is still a shadow of it hanging over top of him.

He keeps impressing me, more and more every day. I don’t know how he does it, but Bran is so much more than I first thought.

He leans up against a wall and motions for me to join him. I press up against the cool stone. I can feel its rough texture through my thin dress and he pulls me close against him as he looks up into the sky.

“I’ve missed this sky,” he says. “I love America, don’t get me wrong. I’ll live there for most of my life if I can. But there’s something about this place.”

“It’s home,” I say to him.

He cocks his head. “That’s probably right.”

“It’s where you grew up, where your most important years were. No matter what, this will always be home for you, just like my parents’ house will always be my home.”

“Do you get home much?” he asks me.

I sigh and shake my head. “No, I don’t, and I feel bad about it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t see my parents enough. They can’t afford to fly out and see me, and I can’t afford to go home to see them very often. We Skype and talk on the phone, but you know how it is.”

He’s quiet for a second. “When this is all over, I’ll buy you a ticket,” he says. “You should get to go home, too.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I do.” He looks at me seriously. “This is clearly asking a lot of you, Mila, a lot more than I thought.”

“It’s really not that bad. You’re helping me get through it. And your family is nice.”

“Still,” he says, looking back at the sky. “You’ll get your job, but you deserve more than that. I just don’t know what I can give you that’ll make up for all this.”

I press closer to him, our shoulders and hands touching. His fingers move and slowly they lace with mine, pulling his hand against mine and holding mine tight. I bite my lip and look at him. I watch him watching the sky as he holds my hand, our shoulders touching, and I know there’s nobody around. We don’t have to pretend up here. We can be real with each other, but I don’t want to let go of his hand, and he’s not trying to pull away.

Slowly, he turns his head toward me, and his beautiful eyes meet mine.

He doesn’t have to say anything. In that moment, I know exactly what’s happening. He leans toward me and kisses me, softly at first, but quickly he releases my hand and pulls my body against his.

I press against him, hands on his shoulders, as we kiss full and deep. It’s like the kiss for the cameras, but better, more intense, because I know it’s just for us. We don’t need to be kissing right now, but we simply want to.

I know this is dangerous, but I’m sick of being safe. Maybe it’s this place, or maybe it’s just him, but I can’t help it anymore. I want Bran, and I want him badly. I don’t care if it’s unprofessional and it’s breaking the rules that I made. He tastes so good, he feels even better, and I want to know what he can really do to me.

Maybe this is what he can give me. Maybe this is what I really deserve.

His hands roam down to my hips and I feel his cock stiffen against me. His lips move down to my neck and throat, kissing the sensitive skin there as he cups my ass then reaches further back. His hands pull the hem of my dress up, up, and up, until it’s bundled around my waist and his fingers are slowly sliding down the front of my panties.

I gasp as he touches me, and I know I’m soaking wet. His fingers explore my soaking wet clit, rolling around the skin, sending pleasure rocking through my body. His lips kiss my throat as they move up to my ear.

“This is what I’ve been thinking about,” he says softly. “This little fucking pussy. And I know you’ve been thinking about the same thing.”

“No,” I moan, not fighting him.

“I saw you. I know you used my little gift.”

I groan and throw my head back. He laughs softly as his fingers slide down and press inside of me. It feels so fucking good to finally be touched by him, and his thick, rough fingers know exactly what they’re doing.

“That’s right, I know you used my royal scepter. You fucked yourself with it and thought about what it would be like to have the real Prince’s cock inside of you.”

“Bran,” I moan. “You can’t prove that happened.”

“I don’t need to. The way you’re reacting right now tells me everything I need to know.”

I groan as his fingers press deeper inside of me. He reaches up with his other hand and grabs a fist of my hair, pulling my head back. He kisses my chest as he fucks my pussy with his fingers. The wind blows gently along the ramparts and I look up to see the stars brilliant in the sky as the Prince’s fingers slide back out of me.

He pulls me close and kisses my lips again. I melt into his embrace, loving the way he tastes, absolutely needing this in the moment. He presses back against me and turns, switching places. I feel the rough stones against my back as he pins me against the castle wall.

“Think you can be quiet?” he whispers in my ear. “The reporters aren’t far away, and sound really carries out here.”

“Why would I make any noise at all?” I ask him.

He smirks at me and drops to his knees in front of me. “You’ll see.” He reaches up and slides my panties off, tossing them aside, before spreading my legs and lifting my dress up again.

He presses his face between my legs and I feel his tongue find my pussy. I gasp, eyes going wide, as he starts to tongue and suck my clit, working my pussy with his mouth. I’ve never felt this before from a guy. I’ve had men go down on me, of course, but not like the Prince is doing. I grasp his full hair as he puts one of my legs up on the shorter wall, spreading me wide open.

“Perfect,” he says. “God damn, Mila. You taste so fucking good.”

“Oh shit,” I groan as he goes back to work, his tongue sliding inside of me and back out. He’s working my clit like it’s the last clit on earth and I can barely freaking breathe or think, let alone manage to keep myself quiet.

Oh well, there’s nothing I can do about it, not with Prince Billionaire’s tongue lapping up my pussy like this. I guess the reporters can speculate on the sounds coming from the castle all they want. Nobody can see us up here even if they tried. We’re too deep in shadow and surrounded by ancient stone.

I’ve never enjoyed this so much before, let alone been touched out in public, or on top of a castle. It’s almost too much to bear as he sucks and licks me, clearly enjoying his work.

My muscles tense and tighten as I grasp his hair, barely holding onto him. I let out gasps and moans, my breasts pressed together and my whole body flushes with desire and pleasure. I can feel an orgasm building up inside of me, wanting to come gushing out. I need and want it so badly. I’m so pent up and frustrated, and this is exactly what I’ve needed this whole time.

Except he stops and stands up. I let out a little whimper as he smirks and unbuckles his belt.

“You thought I was just going to let you come?” he asks me.

“Bran,” I moan. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to give you what you want, Mila,” he says. “But I’m going to get what I want as well.”

“We can’t.” I bite my lip, but it’s not like I’m trying to get my panties back on.

“Yes, we can.” He unbuttons his fly then unzips the top. He reaches into his pants and takes out his long, thick cock.

“Holy shit.” I feel so stupid saying that out loud, but it makes him smile.

“This is what you get if you want to be royalty, Princess,” he says. “Now, turn around. Show me that perky little ass of yours.”

I do as he says, blood rushing through me as my heart pumps fast. I’ve never seen a cock that big before. It’s at least as big as the royal scepter I used the other day, and that thing was enormous.

I press my palms flat against the cool stones and I look over my shoulder to watch him hike my dress up over my hips.

“God damn,” he says, teasing my pussy with his cock. “You’re dripping wet, you dirty fucking Princess. You really want the Prince’s fucking cock, don’t you? You’ve always dreamed about getting your cunt fucked by royalty.”

“Please,” I moan, not even pretending anymore. “I want to feel it.”

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, tipping my chin up. “I know you do,” he whispers in my ear, before pressing his cock deep inside of me.

I gasp as he fills me. He slides so easily inside of me since I’m dripping wet, but he stretches me out to my limits. It’s both painful and incredible as the pleasure and sting mingle in my brain. I can only gasp and let out a low, animalistic moan as he slowly slides himself back out only to thrust back inside of me.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers. “Do you know how fucking tight your little pussy is?”

“Don’t stop,” I moan.

“Stop?” I can feel the smirk on his lips against my ear. “I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.”

He begins to thrust harder inside of me, rocking me up against the stone wall, fucking me deep and hard. I love the feeling of his hands in my hair, his lips close to my ear, his cock buried deep between my legs. He’s big and dominating, totally controlling, fucking me rough and deep and taking what he wants. He doesn’t care if this is against the rules and right now, neither do I. The only thing I care about is feeling him, my Prince Billionaire, his big cock buried deep inside of me.

His hands roam down my body as he fucks me. He stops and teases my breasts, pulling the top of my dress back. I feel the right side tear and he finishes it off, tearing it free, revealing my breasts.

“Bran!” I gasp. “My dress.”

“I’ll get you another,” he grunts, fucking me hard. He slaps my bare ass then teases my breasts and my nipples, rocking into me, fucking me hard.

Excitement swells through me. The dress is ruined, but he doesn’t care. I don’t care at all, either. All I want is for him to fuck me, fuck me deep and rough and never stop. I love feeling his hands on my bare breasts as he take me on the top of the castle, his thick cock splitting me in half.

I’m dripping wet as he slides himself through me. He suddenly pulls himself out and grabs me by the hair, dragging me into the middle of the walkway. He pulls us both down to the ground and I find myself straddling him.

“Ride my cock, you filthy Princess,” he says. “Go ahead. Don’t be fucking scared. I’m not a patient man.”

I grab his shaft and slowly sink down on it, throwing my head back in ecstasy. It feels so fucking good as I sink along him and slowly rise back up. I don’t feel the rough stones under my knees, all I can feel are his hands against my breasts, my dress lying in tatters around me.

I ride his cock slowly, working my hips, before moving faster. Soon I’m twisting and working and I can feel a slight sweat on my skin but I don’t care, there’s only pleasure and Bran and fucking right now. I breathe in the cool clean night air and slide along his big dick, taking him deep inside of me, and I want it so badly I could scream.

As I get closer and closer, I know I’m going to come. I know I can’t stop it anymore. He grabs me suddenly, sitting up and rolls to the side, his cock still inside of me. He presses me back down against the cold stone ground, spreads my legs wide, and fucks me.

The world is totally gone as he fucks me pussy deep and hard. I can’t feel or think about anything other than Bran fucking my pussy. I writhe and moan, moving my hips against him as he grunts. I can tell he’s sweating, his eyes burning passionately into mine, and we’re both close, getting even closer with every new motion of our hips.

“I’m going to fill your pussy up,” he groans. “I’m going to come deep inside of you, dirty fucking girl.”

“I want it,” I gasp. “I’m so fucking close. Bran, fuck me.”

He rocks into me, an animal fucking me on the stone floor, and I’m lost in the moment. The pleasure overtakes me, intense and impossible, and slowly it begins to crest and wash over me.

I come hard, his big cock deep between my legs. Just as my orgasm starts, he groans himself, and I can feel him coming inside my pussy. Our orgasms hit together, riding the wave of pleasure as he fucks me deep and rough, never once relenting, fucking me like an animal.

Slowly we come down. He slides himself out of me and collapses onto the stone, a smile on his face.

“God damn,” he says softly. “I’ve never fucked a pussy like that before.”

I grin and lean against him, resting my cheek against his chest. “Liar.”

“Not lying,” he says. “I’ve never fucked a Princess before, but I suspect that’s what it should be like.”

I laugh and he kisses me again before wrapping his arms around my body. We stay like that in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the bliss of the moment.

Finally, I speak up. “You know my dress is ruined, right?”

“I see.” He smirks down at my body.

I cover my breasts with my arms and sit up. “Seriously, how am I getting back inside?”

“Don’t worry,” he says. He shrugs his jacket off. “Wear this.”

I shake my head. “It’s the most obvious thing in the world.”

“Nobody will question it, and besides, nobody will stop us. We’ll go straight from here to the room.”

I sigh and take the jacket. I manage to get my dress partially back on before putting the jacket overtop of it. Once I button the front, it actually just looks like I was cold or something like that. I glance at my panties with a frown before deciding just to shove them in the jacket pocket.

“Perfect,” he says. “Nobody will know that I tore off your dress in a fit of passion.”

I roll my eyes at him. “It’s almost like a cliché,” I say.

“How’s that?”

“I mean, having sex on the top of a castle, and the Prince is so passionate he rips the dress? It’s like straight from a novel or something.”

He smiles, an eyebrow raised. “I’d like to read a novel like that.” He kisses me softly before standing. “Shall we?”

I sigh and shake my head, a smile on my face. “Yes, Prince Bran.”

He grins and helps me to my feet. Together, we walk back inside and into the elevator. We don’t run into anyone, except for the guard, but I don’t really care.

The whole way back, he holds my hand. And when we get into the room, we sit up and talk for the rest of the night. Although we just had sex, and I broke my biggest rule, it doesn’t feel bad.

In fact, it feels very, very comfortable, and that’s almost more terrifying.