Hunter

My cock is on fire, ready to motherfucking explode. I want to pull Violet from this vehicle, drag her into my cabin, throw her on the bearskin rug, rip off her clothes, and fuck her now. But there are a million reasons I can’t do that.

For one thing, I’d come in about two seconds. Sure, I’ve had plenty of hookups—plenty of women offering their bodies, and I’ve taken them. But none of those women, not a single goddamn one, comes close to the way Violet makes me feel.

When I’m with her, I feel like a man. She tells me she wants me to touch her, she tells me she wants me to take her. Her innocence drips from her pussy, and her purity is written across her face.

But when I touched her, when I made her come for the first time in her entire life, I felt like what we were doing wasn’t dirty, what we were doing was more than a way to get off. What we were doing was something … deeper.

And watching her now, as she pulls up her jeans, with her eyes on the cabin—full of want, full of hope and expectation—I want to do right by her.

Looking at Violet, I see she has both an innocence and a wild side that has never been unleashed. I’m guessing it’s been under lock and key because she’s been the glue that kept her family together. There’s been no space for her to be anything but responsible.

That makes me respect her, so fucking much, because she is exactly what I’m not. She has this part of her that she clearly wants to explore, this part that is legs spread open and heart willing to give in, but she hasn’t allowed herself to enjoy any of that.

So yes, I want to fuck her hard and I want to fuck her fast. But more than that, I want her to know that when I look at her I see a woman who deserves more than a hard fuck.

I see a woman who deserves the fucking kingdom.

I swallow back a fear that’s quite real: the fear that I’m not the man for her. Violet deserves a man that’s honorable and upright.

Not a man who indiscriminately enjoys sucking pussy. Not a man who has given his father the middle finger, metaphorically and otherwise.

But now I’ve got to fight that fear. I don’t want Violet to feel rejected by me, because my question of whether or not I’m the man for her has no bearing on whether or not I want to please her tonight.

“What are you waiting for, Hunter?” Violet asks, looking over at me. Her hand is on the door handle. She’s ready to get out of the snowcat and get into my cabin.

“I’m not waiting for anything,” I tell her, even though I am. I’m waiting for my hard-on to soften a bit, because her seeing ten inches of my hard cock would fucking have her running for the mountains. We can’t have that. So we’re going to take this nice and slow.

I get out of the cat and walk to her side, open her door, and then grab her luggage from the trunk. I take her hand and lead her to my house, our footprints marking our way in the white snow.

I fucking love my home. I built plenty of it with my own hands, and designed the entire place myself.

A security detail is here, of course, patrolling the royal property. But those fuckers can stay outside tonight. Not one of them is getting over this threshold. Not one of them is going to witness Violet here, naked before me.

“You stay where you are,” I tell the commander of the crew. He raises his eyebrows, then nods. He has his rifle on his back, because there are a lot of bears out here, and wears a fur coat and a wool hat, thick gloves and leather boots.

“Roger that, Prince.” The commander turns to his crew, filling them in on logistics I don’t have to worry about.

“They just do what you say?” Violet asks. “They’ll stay out here all night in the freezing cold?”

I take her hand and lead her to the entrance.

“Those boys will be fine. There’s a bunker at the end of the lane, and this entire property is fenced. There’s a detail working this site 24/7. Sure it’s my place, but I’m a Prince. Security detail is important, no matter how much of a mountain man I want to be. I try to be a loner out here, but you know that the press finds a way into these hills, takes pictures of the women that my guys—”

I stop. Telling my future wife that I have women delivered to me won’t do much for her opinion of me—not that she probably has much of one at this point. Still, I don’t want her to think I’m as much of a fuck-up as I really am.

Yeah, I’ve had plenty of women brought out to me over the years, women anxious to have some royal cock—but Violet doesn’t need to worry about that, or even know about that.

I’m not sure she would believe me if I told her I didn’t want those other women anyways. Hell, she offered me the opportunity to have my own mistress the moment we met.

But, damn—one taste of her sweet pussy juice and I know I don’t need any other pussy for the rest of my life.

“I know the stories, Hunter. You don’t need to be embarrassed or tiptoe around me. I’m a grown-ass woman.”

“Grown-ass woman, huh?” I laugh, shocked a little at her use of the word ass. She comes off as prim and proper.

“Hunter, do you not remember what we just said to one another in the snowmobile? I’m pretty sure the words we exchanged were a little bit more rough around the edges then A-S-S.”

“Damn, woman, you’re right. You like to talk dirty. I didn’t expect that from you, is all.”

“There’s a lot I didn’t expect about you either.” Violet’s eyes meet mine as I open the front door. “For starters, I didn’t expect you to be open-minded.”

I cock an eyebrow at her as she steps into my house. “Open-minded?”

“Yes, Hunter. Open-minded. About me. I honestly thought you would write me off as this inexperienced girl who was in the way. But you’ve been good to me. You haven’t treated me poorly, or made me think you want me gone—even though I know you do.

“I appreciate the way you’re willing to expand your horizons, if you will. I know you could force me to bed and consummate this marriage at the end of the week, but back there, when you kissed me and touched me? It didn’t feel like this marriage is something you’re fighting. It feels like something you actually want.”

Violet surprises me once again. She isn’t pretending, or trying to be anything but herself, and it’s refreshing to be around a woman like this. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been around a woman like this in my entire life, a woman so completely okay with who she is.

“Violet, I think you have a lot of wrong ideas about me. This thing between you and me is not something I might want. It is something I absolutely want. My father told me I was marrying you yesterday, and that was the last thing I wanted or expected. But not because of you. Because of the entire fucking situation.

“I don’t want to be king. And I don’t want to live in the palace, and I don’t want to be tied down to a life that I didn’t choose. But honey, you and me? That has nothing to do with my father. What’s happening between us is our own making.

“So whatever we do together is no one else’s business. Whatever deals we strike, whatever agreement we come up with, it’s our life. Neither of us chose this. But what we do with it, what we do next? No one gets to write that part of our story.”

I walk over to her, dropping our bags on my hardwood floor. Kicking shut the massive oak door, I pull her in my arms, not wanting her to think for one motherfucking second that I don’t want this.

I want to rule her body. I want to be the king of her motherfucking castle.