Rock Hard Prince Charming

A Royal Bad Boy Romance

CHAPTER ONE - ENZO

Esma, my nine year old angel, was arriving home from private school today, and I was on cloud nine. I’d planned a week of activities– allowing me to selfishly soak in hours of father daughter time.

It’d been too long since she’d left for school. Three months, one week and five days to be exact. The private school my mother insisted we enroll her into kept Esma away for months at a time. Normally, I would openly object, but I knew it was undeniably the best schooling in the country and Esme had to have the best my royal wealth could afford.

As an eligible bachelor, not to mention royal Prince, I had gorgeous women throwing themselves on me like clockwork. No complaints by me of course.

However, I often had to find creative ways to separate my carnal desires from my family duties, and it wasn’t always easy. In this case, I’d spent the last seventy-two hours getting my horn dog tendencies out of my system.

My latest conquest was a sexy brunet by the name of Mina.

Mina was a screamer.

“Yes, Your Royal Highness!” Her chest heaved as she panted, her thighs quivering as she clenched her walls around my cock.

“You like it, don’t you?”

I thrust harder into the brunet as she held on tight to the column at the foot of my bed. The covers were strewn, hanging off onto the floor, and crumpled in a pile around us. By the time I was done with her, they’d be drenched.

I weaved my fingers through her long brown hair and pulled her head back. “Call me Sir.”

“Yes, Sir!” As the words left her mouth, she hugged the column tighter, bringing her head to rest against it as she moaned loudly.

“I’m coming!” she screamed.

“That’s right. Soak it good, Mina, and I’ll give you a nice reward for serving your Prince.”

She was limp against the post and had sagged nearly down to the bed with her tight ass in the air as I held her hips.

“Thank you, Sir. Please, Sir.” She had endured my relentless thrusting for a good half hour, and lucky for her, I was nearly done. I pulled out, and with my fingers still woven through her hair, I led her around to face me.

“On your knees to serve your future King.”

She smiled as she got on her knees and took my cock into her hands.

“It’s so impressive, Sir.”

“Thank you, but it doesn’t get off on compliments.” I pushed my hips forward, and she turned her eyes down with a smile on her face and took me into her mouth. “Eyes up.” She looked up at me on my command.

She was quite impressive herself with her full lips and emerald green eyes, and she stroked my base nice and steady as she took me to the back of her throat and even down it a bit. She kept her tongue out, licking my shaft as her head bobbed and it didn’t take me long to release.

She worked me faster as I released and my eyes rolled back as I spurted hot jets of my royal seed into her mouth. No future kings were wasted as she took every single drop.

She pulled off, but I shook my head, urging her back down. I wanted round two, and she still had one hole I hadn’t explored. But before I could turn her around, there were footsteps echoing through my room. Only one person was bold enough to enter without knocking, and his voice sounded out in the distance.

“You might want to wrap it up, Your Royal Highness.”

“I wouldn’t come any closer, or you’ll see exactly what’s wrapped around it.” His footsteps silenced and I helped Mina, up from her knees. She righted her clothes as I pulled my robe on.

“Thank you, Your Royal Highness it’s been an honor to serve you.” Her eyes were dreamy, and with a smile on her face and my taste on her lips, she scurried out past Lucas.

I walked out to the sitting area where I found him waiting. He gave a nod, standing until I took a seat.

“I hope I didn’t interfere in your royal business - Sir.”

“Oh fuck off!”

“You may also like to know that half the staff heard what was happening behind these walls.”

“Shit! The last thing I need is more gossip. Why are you so formal today, you know it drives me nuts.”

“I do, and normally I’d enjoy breaking your imperial balls even more” He chuckled and lowered himself to the sofa beside my chair. “Unless your mother was on the way.”

“Shit. Is she?” He gave a short nod as I raked my hand through my hair.

“Do I smell like sex?” I lifted my arm smelled myself.

“No, you’re good. Besides, I doubt your mother would recognize it.” He mumbled the last part under his breath, and I let it go. With my mother being the King’s wife, Her Royal Highness was not to be insulted.

“And, I thought I should warn you that Esme will arrive shortly from private school as well. She’s on her way from the airport now.”

“Do you know when my mother is set to arrive?” I’d no sooner asked when the door opened with a creaking sound, and my mother stalked in as if she ruled the kingdom.

“Enzo, darling?” Her voice carried through the room, and once she came in far enough, past the large columns and drapes that surrounded my lounge, Lucas and I shot to our feet to welcome her.

“Hello, Mother.” I walked forward and kissed her hand, and Lucas stayed in his bow until she acknowledged the gesture.

“I’m afraid I’ve not come with good news, dear. Your father has been to speak with the doctors. I’m afraid things are going to be happening pretty fast around here, and I’d like for you to be prepared. Your time as King is approaching faster than we’d hoped for. His cancer had spread.”

“How long?” My father, King Henri Roche of Aramis, had been diagnosed no more than two months ago, and while we knew the outlook wasn’t promising, we thought we’d at least have a few years.

“Another six months, if we’re lucky. He doesn’t want to die the King. He wants to go ahead and relinquish his throne to you.”

I hadn’t prepared for that. I had spent my life knowing that my father’s death would make me the King of Aramis, but I had no idea that he’d be around to see me take the crown. “When?”

“He’d like to do so within the next month.” My mother let out a long sigh. “I’ve tried to talk him out of it, but he says he’s much too tired. He’s sent for you, Enzo. He wants to tell you himself, and I don’t want you to try to talk him out of it. His mind is made up, and this is what will be. You will thank him and then begin the steps to prepare yourself for the throne. I’d start by giving some consideration to settling down.”

“You’re referring to me finding a wife? I’d think gaining a throne would be a big enough achievement for one year. I don’t see a reason to rush. Besides, I’ve got Esme to consider.” My mother tried her damnedest to keep a straight face when I mentioned my daughter, but the disdain was readable in her expression.

She hadn’t approved of my having a child out of wedlock and had wanted me to give her up to Sofie’s family after she passed away from a prescription drug overdose. Some still say it looked suspiciously like suicide, but I made sure that it wasn’t in her final report.

I’d only known Esme’s mother for a short time. She had been the daughter of a wealthy real estate owner, but all of her daddy’s money hadn’t brought her happiness. She’d turned to drugs a few different times in her life, and I’d met her during one of her last recoveries.

Things had looked promising, and the public didn’t mind her coming from common lineage until they found out she was a recovering drug addict, and then things started to turn for the worst fasting than ever. As much as I tried to help her, she’d always backtrack. The family did damage control, but I was adamant about seeing my daughter when I learned of Sofie’s pregnancy. I swore that I would be in her life no matter what.

Three years later, when we received news of her mother’s passing, I took Esme in and raised her as my own. She had me wrapped around her precious fingers, with her plump pale skin, big blue eyes and chestnut golden curls that went down to her back. She was just an innocent toddler when I took custody, and over the years her memories of her mother grew more and more hazy. I did my best to make up for it by telling her stories of the good things I remembered. The rest I had to make up. I wanted my Esme to have a good impression of her biological mother so that she wouldn’t be scarred by the pitiful truth.

“You should settle down with a nice young woman. Someone favorable in the eyes of the public. I’d suggest Bella Lora Rosa. She’s already won Aramis’ heart, and I know if you give her a chance, she could win yours,” my mother offered.

“I’m not convinced. She’s nothing more than another spoiled socialite. I’m not interested in her mother. I don’t need help finding women who are obsessed with my money or the throne. They are a dime a dozen”

“We can talk about this after you’ve seen your father. It might be a good idea if you keep Esme away for a while. I’m sure the stress of losing the King will only affect her studies.”

“She’s on her way now, and besides, I think she might like to see her grandfather before he passes away.” I made sure to remind her that my daughter was the King’s own flesh and blood. I did what I had to in efforts to have mother finally accept that she was Esme’s grandmother, like it or not.

“Isn’t that splendid?” Her eyes rolled back in her head as the sarcasm dripped from her tongue. “Your father needs your attention now, and you really won’t have time for her.”

“Well, perhaps you can spend some time—”

“I’m far too busy. My biggest priority is your father. What kind of wife would I be to focus on anything else? Perhaps you should find a caretaker for Esme to relieve yourself of the duties” She turned her nose up and looked down it at Lucas. “Maybe Lucas could help?”

“It will be fine mother. If I’m not ready for fatherhood after nine years, I can promise you I’m not ready to be King a month from now.”

My mother’s eyes narrowed, and she pulled her lips into a tight line. “You’ll do your duty to Aramis and its people. Now when you see your father, I do hope you have a better attitude.” She turned and walked out, and Lucas let out a long-held breath.

Waiting a thirty seconds after my mother left, “Well, there’s proof that you don’t’ need me to break your royal balls. On a serious note, if you need any help with Esme I’ve got you covered. I can take her out to ice-cream or something casual like fly her out to Disney World.”

“Thanks, Lucas. You’ve always been a good friend. A dick perhaps, a good friend indeed. I’ll keep your offer in mind. I’d better get ready. I don’t want to keep my father waiting.”

I headed to the bathroom to shower and twenty minutes later I was on my way out of the room to see the girl I’d been eagerly waiting for. Then Esme rounded the corner.

“Daddy!” She ran to hug me, and as her arms came around me, I lifted her up and gave her a bear hug. She had grown at least half a foot.

“What a greeting! You’re getting too grown up. I’m going to have to tie a brick to your head or hire a wizard to cast a spell to keep you little forever.” Where had the time gone? I stared into my daughter’s bright blue eyes and was met with a frown.

“I don’t want to be a little girl forever. I’m almost to my double-digits and then I want to be a fashion designer.”

Her matter-of-fact expressions had me biting my lips to keep from laughing. I knew better. She was in such a hurry to grow up and had already shown more interest in clothes than a sixteen-year-old fashionista.

“You’ll do it too, angel. You can be anything you wish for.”

Unless of course you’re the heir to the throne. Then you get to be King, and throw all other hopes and ambitions away.

It was hard not to be bitter at times. It wasn’t as if I’d ever had a choice in life.

“I’ve got a big day planned for us angel, but first I need to do something if it’s alright with you. I’m going to go meet with your grandfather. He’s not feeling well and I’ll take you over to visit him in a few days. For now, if you want, Uncle Luke here can take you over to the kitchen for a little snack. I’ll come find you when I’m done.”

Her expression dimmed. It was the sweet puppy dog look that always got to me in the worst way.

“Come on, Esme. Let’s get you that snack and you can tell me all about private school.” He took her hand, and as she led him away, he looked over his shoulder mouthing you owe me one.

I headed into my father’s office, sure that the conversation was going to be one I’d remember for the rest of my life.