His Princess

“I’ll stop at nothing until you get what you want. And I always get what I want.”

8

Roman

“Shhh. Don’t make a sound.”

Alena squeaks, and I put my hand over her mouth. It’s the next afternoon, and I’ve snuck over to her place, unable to keep my distance. Again. I came through a servants’ entrance in the back hall and spotted her walking toward the outside patio. I can see a group of women from here—she must be having a bridal shower.

I look around to make sure that no one has seen me, and I pull Alena back into the shadows, where there are curtains to shield us from view. She tenses in my arms, but after a second she softens against me. I stand there, holding her, with my hand over her mouth, waiting to see if anyone comes to check on her. I hear footsteps and bring my other hand around to her stomach, trailing it down to her skirt. I slip my hand into the waistband and into her panties.

She makes a little sound, and I put my lips to her ear. “I couldn’t wait for tonight, princess. I had to have a taste.”

I dip my fingers into her pussy and rub her clit a little. Then I take them out and put them in my mouth, sucking them clean as a servant walks by. My hard cock presses against her ass, and she pushes back into it.

“Are you in need of your king?” I ask, reaching between us to unfasten my belt and unzip my slacks. I pull my cock free and stroke it a few times. “Lift your skirt, princess. I will ease your aches.”

She hesitates, and I watch her shaky hands reach down and ruffle up the material until her bottom is exposed to me. I push down her panties until they are around her knees and I can get to what I want.

“Spread your legs,” I whisper as another servant’s footsteps sound in the hallway. She does what I ask again, and my cock weeps with desire. “You’re so submissive to your king. That’s exactly what a good princess would do.”

My cock is so long and thick that as she spreads her legs, I push my cock between them from behind, and it peeks out the front of her pussy.

“Now spread your lips, and let me rub you.”

She does as I ask, spreading her pussy lips and letting the head of my cock lie flat against her clit. I move back and forth, and if someone were to spot us they’d think we were fucking. But I don’t penetrate my princess. I only give her this little pleasure to make sure she doesn’t ache like I do until I come to her again tonight. Because I will be back.

“Let me put the tip inside to wet it for you, princess.” I slide back and dip into her opening, just the barest inch. I’m surprised when her hand covers my cock, to keep it there. “You want me inside you?” I ask as I bite her neck.

She nods, and I take my hand away from her mouth.

“I won’t take your sweet innocence here, Alena. But I will give you pleasure.”

She moans as I take my cock from her opening and slide it back between her legs. I run the wet shaft between her folds and feel her pussy weep onto it. I put my hand back over her mouth because she’s getting loud and someone else is close now.

I shove a hand up her shirt and yank down her bra as I squeeze her full breast. My need is too strong, and I can’t hold back as I squirt my cum all over her pussy and the insides of her thighs. I look down and see some of it even landed on the floor. I keep thrusting, though, pretending to fuck her pretty cunt until I feel her squeeze me and her body tenses in my arms. She cries out against my hand, and I tell her soft, sweet words to encourage her orgasm to keep going.

Once her body is wrung out, I reach down and pull her panties up. But before I take my cock away, I press the rounded tip to her opening. “It’s almost time, princess. Soon you’ll be mine in every way.”

I step back and put her panties back in place, letting the mess I made on her stay where I put it.

“Now go, princess. Or you’ll be late for your ladies’ lunch.” I spank her ass and push her out from the curtains.

She’s wobbly at first and then straightens, brushing her skirt down as a servant walks by. She nods to them as they greet her, and I have to bite back a smile. She’s marked by me, and she’ll feel me between her legs until I’m with her again tonight.

I watch her join the other women at the table, then I slip free and make my way back to my car that’s parked down the street. When I get there, I grab my phone and make a call.

“Tomorrow. Move everything to tomorrow.”

“But your highness—” The planner starts to protest, but I cut him off.

“It’s tomorrow or it’s your job. You decide.”

I hang up the phone and grip the wheel with both hands. I’ve waited long enough to have Alena, and I won’t wait another fucking second. I’ll go to her tonight, but I want her bound to me by royal law when I breed her. And make no mistake, she’ll be bred before the sun sets on us another day.

9

Alena

I open my bedroom door and peek down the hallway, making sure no one is in there before I slip out. I head for my sister’s room, needing to talk to her. Today’s been crazy. Okay, the last forty-eight hours of my life have been crazy. I find out I’m getting married to a brute of a king, who’s constantly popping out of nowhere and doing deliciously terrible things to me. Okay, not terrible, but it makes me feel better to think it.

I don’t know if I want to smack him or kiss him. The worst part is I haven’t gotten to have a moment alone with my sister since we separated after dinner yesterday. I’ve been dying to talk to her about everything. She has no idea about the two times Roman’s shown up or the things we’d done. Each time we try to get a moment together, someone interrupts us.