Dark Castle (The Dazzling Court Book 1)

by Fawn Bailey

  “No?” he repeated, mocking me. “Not even if I do this?”

  His finger brushed my clit and my body bucked.

  “Don’t,” I begged.

  “I think I will,” he replied, stroking my clit while I rocked on his cock.

  I let out a helpless cry. His fingers were rough, insistent. He massaged my most sensitive spot while I rode myself into an earth-shattering orgasm.

  “Stop,” I begged him one last time. “I’m going to–”

  “Do it,” he growled, and I couldn’t help myself anymore.

  I mewled when my pussy started gushing. I covered him. I raised a shaky hand to my eyes, the other trembling above my pussy as I showered us both in my own arousal. He laughed at me then, throwing his head back and forcing me to stay down, his cock buried inside me to the hilt.

  “That’s right,” he growled. “You’re such a good squirter. Now slather my cock, chérie. I want it fucking creamy with your cunt. Do it. Do it, baby.”

  “Yes!” I cried out, knowing I couldn’t stop it anymore. “God, yes. Please!”

  “Good girl,” he growled. “That’s right, my little slut. Look at you, holy shit...”

  I thought I’d pass out from it. The force of my orgasm threatened to make me lose consciousness, but he held me up by my hips and forced every drop of his own cum into my body.

  “Gonna knock you up one of these days,” he groaned in my ear. “Take that seed, baby. Feel how deep I am? I’m in your womb, you perfect little slut.”

  “Oh, God, please don’t pull out,” I begged helplessly, making him laugh in my face.

  “Don’t pull out?” he repeated, shifting me in his lap and starting to pull me off him. I mewled in protest, but he didn’t stop. He spurted inside me moments before his cock slipped out, and I cried at the loss.

  Cum leaked out of me, all over his lap. In my desperation, I reached for it, gathering his seed on my fingers and pushing it back inside me. Olivier groaned at the sight.

  He positioned me between his feet, shivering, naked and terrified. Like on autopilot, my mouth found his cock and I sucked him clean. I tasted my own pussy mixing with his seed, and it made me feel filthier than ever.

  He wanted to knock me up.

  The thought was forbidden.

  Wrong.

  Exciting.

  He toyed with my hair while I cleaned him, the Queen’s crown still on my head.

  “You’re going to go back to your room,” he said. “You won’t tell a soul about this. Once you’re in your room, lie on your back, with your legs against the headboard.”

  My heart was pounding. “Why?”

  He took my chin in his hands, his lips a few inches away from mine.

  “Because I want that cum leaking into you,” he told me. “Because I want to make sure the next time I see you, you’re fucking knocked up from having my cock fill you with baby batter, chérie.”

  15

  Olivier

  On Saturday morning, I woke up with a big grin on my face and a cock that still hardened at the thought of Amber riding me into orgasm after orgasm.

  I got up with a smile. It was the day of the new royal challenge, and even though I had a feeling the women wouldn’t like this one, I was excited.

  After breakfast, which I had alone, I joined my mother outside the girls’ quarters. Things were a little awkward between us, and she kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.

  “I don’t want to talk about last night,” I told her plainly. “You can save your judgment for another day, Mother.”

  “I wasn’t going to say anything,” she muttered, shooting me an apologetic look. “Olivier… let’s just get this day over with. Maybe you’ll learn something new about the women, too.”

  She didn’t need to say her name. I knew her statement was about Amber. She was almost giddy at the prospect of my girl coming crashing down.

  “Ready?” I asked, and she gave a small nod before we walked into the room.

  The women quieted down when we entered, their eyes going to mine and curtsying politely for me. I bowed my head at them and took a seat at the front of the group along with my mother.

  My eyes sought out Amber among the others, and our eyes connected in a heated gaze. There was so much I wanted to say, to do to her. But I settled for a smirk and a wink, that I was sure didn’t go unnoticed by my mother.

  “It’s time for a new royal challenge,” my mother said, beaming wide. “Today, we’ll be doing something a little different… we want to know everything about you. Even the things you’re too ashamed to tell us. As a royal, you will soon learn to deal with the skeletons in your closet. We thought today was the best time to start.”

  The girls’ doubtful eyes followed me as I added, “We’d like you to dig, and dig deep. Find the most scandalous hidden secrets of the other girls in the competition and reveal them for the rest of us. You will be judged according to your performance today.”

  “So you want us to expose one another?” Safiya asked, her eyebrows shooting up.

  My mother glared at her, probably displeased with the way she’d spoken to me.

  “I don’t like to gossip. Are you sure this is a good idea?”

  “Are you questioning us?” the Queen asked icily, and Safiya’s eyes widened at her threatening tone. “I can assure you, we know what we’re doing. Now, are you ready to move on with the task or should we send you home already, Mademoiselle Tammam?”

  Safiya blushed, the redness spreading over her cheeks and décolletage. She didn’t say another word, pursing her lips and exchanging glances with Zara.

  My eyes found Amber amidst the other girls again. I tried to reassure her that things would be okay, but she seemed terrified.

  Why is she so afraid? I thought absentmindedly. I already know all there is to know about her.

  I wasn’t irresponsible. I’d done my research of sweet little Amber Jonathan, becoming familiar with her story, her strengths and her weaknesses. Whatever she had to hide, there was every chance I knew about it already.

  “You will have three hours,” the Queen went on. “For this challenge only, we’ll allow you to use the internet. You can dig to find any secret or speak to the other girls, whatever you deem will help you most.”

  “At the end of your time,” I went on. “You will present your findings in front of us and the other women. Now, good luck. Make sure to dig deep.”

  “What if we don’t want to play?”

  I looked at her, standing up in front of me. Her eyes were blazing with fire, her bottom lip quivering. Her fiery red hair was like a halo around her head, and there was a hint of blue under her eyes, telling everyone that she hadn’t slept much.

  But only I knew why that was… only I knew she’d spent her night on top of me.

  “Don’t want to play?” my mother repeated with raised eyebrows, and then let out a low chuckle. “Why wouldn’t you want to play?”

  “I don’t feel comfortable betraying my friends,” Amber responded, and a low murmur of whispers went through the room.

  “Quiet!” my mother snapped, pursing her lips.

  She took a step toward Amber, her eyes burning with unspoken hatred.

  “You will play, of course. You must reveal a secret about one of the girls, or you risk being eliminated yourself. We are not going to play favorites. If you don’t participate in the challenges, you’re out of the running.”

  Amber’s eyes found mine, asking for reassurance, but I remained silent. I didn’t want to take her side. For once, I agreed with my mother, mostly because I was a sick fuck and wanted to see whom my girl would expose.

  “You have two hours and fifty-three minutes,” the Queen added coolly. “You can thank your little friend here for the wasted time.”

  The girls’ chatter got louder and louder, and they shot looks at Amber that made her shrink back in her chair. But I wasn’t going to defend her. For once, I was going to watch how things played out without my int
ervention.

  My mother and I walked out of the room, leaving the girls in a frenzy. Each one of them was given a tablet for their research, and I wondered what the day would reveal. For now though, I was stuck with the Queen – and she looked like she had something to stay.

  “We’ll see how that girl handles herself now,” she said, seeming pleased with herself. “We can’t let her get away with everything, son. I know she’s your favorite, but that doesn’t mean she gets to skip out on any challenges.”

  “Agreed,” I muttered, and she shot me a surprised look.

  It wasn’t often we agreed, and she seemed pleased by the fact that I wasn’t arguing with her. For once, I kept myself in check.

  There was a lot of animosity between myself and my mother that began in the year my father died. Instead of flocking together in our time of hurt, we drifted further and further apart, creating a chasm between us that deepened with every nasty remark I threw at her. But I couldn’t help it.

  There was anger bubbling in the pit of my stomach, bitterness making me spew my venom at her. She really wasn’t a bad person, but I brought out the worst in her, and then punished her for it. It was all part of the game we played every day.

  “Are you waiting with me?” she asked, the hint of hope in her voice unmistakable. “Or do you have somewhere to be?”

  “I suppose I could stay,” I muttered. “Since I don’t have anything better to do.”

  She flinched at my words as if I’d struck her.

  “Let’s go into the sun room,” she suggested. I didn’t respond, just followed her into the glassed-in room with a scowl on my face. The only thing missing from the family fucking reunion was brother dearest.

  We settled in wicker chairs opposite of one another, and I watched the woods outside the window with my lips tightly pressed together.

  “Olivier,” my mother spoke up gently. I refused to meet her eyes, and she sighed. “I just don’t understand what I’ve done to make you hate me this much, my son.”

  “I don’t hate you,” I muttered, already switching to autopilot.

  “But something’s happened,” she insisted. “Ever since your father died, you’ve been so cold… distant. I just don’t understand what’s the matter.”

  “Nothing,” I replied firmly. “It’s nothing.”

  “It has to be something,” she said, her voice soft and surprisingly sad.

  But I couldn’t let myself get upset about it. She meant nothing to me anymore. Not now that I knew the whole truth.

  “Can we change the topic?” I asked.

  “I’d really prefer we wouldn’t,” she insisted. “These days, I feel more connected to your brother than you, Olivier. And he’s not even my son, but you’re just… so…”

  “So what?” I argued, getting up from my chair and pacing the room in frustration. “Unfortunately, you just don’t understand a thing. And I’m not in a place to explain it to you.”

  “What do you mean?” Her eyebrows knitted together in worry. “Is there something I don’t know?”

  “Figure it out yourself,” I threw back. “Or maybe Bruno can help you, since the two of you are working so closely on my competition.”

  I got up and strolled away, and she stared after me with hurt eyes.

  “Olivier, please,” she called out after me. “Let’s just talk things through?”

  “No,” I replied, my voice echoing in the room. “I’ve done enough talking. Now stop sabotaging my fucking selection and do whatever the hell you do to fill your days. Just stay. The fuck. Out of my way.”

  I gave her one last menacing look before leaving the room.

  “Who’s going first?” my mother asked with a beaming smile, scanning the room. “Come on, who found the best skeleton in the closet?”

  “I’ll go.”

  I looked at Amber’s mirror image – the gorgeous Dutch girl, Eva. She stood up, her hands shaking lightly as she held a piece of paper in her hands.

  “Step right up,” my mother replied with a cool smile.

  We took our seats at the front of the room. I’d spent the few free hours I’d had in the stables with the horses. Sometimes, it almost felt like I belonged there more than I did on the throne.

  How fucking ironic.

  Eva took a deep breath, glanced at the sheet of paper in her hands, and started speaking softly.

  “I picked Violetta,” she said, glancing at the other girl who stared at her with a heated expression.

  Her eyes said she was sorry for whatever she was about to reveal, and her body language showed just how scared she was.

  “I found out Violetta’s family has a history of bullfighting.”

  “Which is fairly easy to find, of course,” my mother waved her hand dismissively. “What else, Eva?”

  The redhead flushed before she continued to speak.

  “But there’s more,” she said as if my mother hadn’t interrupted her. “There’s also a history of animal abuse in her family.”

  The girls stared at Eva expectantly as she faced Violetta.

  “Isn’t it true,” she began, “that your family owned a circus when you were younger?”

  “Y-Yes,” Violetta responded softly. “I don’t see how that’s–”

  “And isn’t it true,” Eva interrupted her, gathering more and more courage to speak. “That the circus was shut down due to the notorious bad care the animals received while they were in your family’s care?”

  “No,” Violetta replied, seething with anger. “If you’d gotten your facts straight–”

  “I did,” Eva said firmly. “Every news station in Spain reported the crimes, and they were disgusting. Now, is it just your parents who are so cruel, or is it you too, Violetta?”

  The Spanish girl’s eyes filled with tears, but Eva showed no remorse for what she was doing.

  “Because I seem to recall a certain article,” she went on. “An article that said you shot a bull right between the eyes while in the fighting arena. Your brother was fighting the beast, wasn’t he?”

  “You don’t know anything,” Violetta whispered. “You don’t know the real story. You don’t know the truth.”

  “I think we’ve heard enough,” my mother interrupted, glancing at Violetta with something between fear and respect in her eyes. “Who’s going next?”

  Eva took a seat, the slump of her shoulders the only thing revealing the toll her speech had taken on her.

  “I’ll go next,” Violetta said icily. “Since I so conveniently picked Eva, because we are friends.”

  “Don’t try to dispute her findings,” my mother warned her. “That isn’t what today is about. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” Violetta ground out, shooting daggers at her former friend. “Our friend Eva has a very tragic family history, don’t you, Eva?”

  The girls glared at each other as I leaned back in my seat. The show was only just beginning, and the claws were finally coming out. This was what the game was all about, after all. The girls ripping one another apart.

  “Eva’s father was a famous Dutch painter,” Violetta said, making a sad face. “He died much too soon, along with her mother. Our poor little Eva is an orphan now. But worry not, because her parents left her a sizeable fortune, so she’s well-taken care of, to say the least.”

  Eva was seething. I could see the tears gathering in her eyes as she stared at the other woman. I wondered whether she’d lash out.

  “What you might not know,” Violetta went on, “Is that Eva’s parents died in a car crash, in a vehicle their dear daughter was driving.”

  A murmur passed between the girls, which only served to encourage Violetta, and she kept speaking.

  “Of course, given that she inherited their estate and everything they owned, it sparks a couple of questions, don’t you think?” Violetta finished coolly. “Maybe, Eva planned it all. The newspapers still aren’t sure. The case was dismissed due to lack of evidence, but the rumors… the rumors will haunt Ev
a forever, won’t they?”

  She sat down in complete silence, which was only interrupted a couple of moments later by the quiet sound of Eva’s sobbing. I knew the game we were playing would be harsh on the girls, and I knew to expect tears, but it didn’t make things any easier. Seeing a beautiful woman cry filled me with the need to try and make things better, but I resisted the urge.

  Zara and Safiya followed, choosing Camellia and Asya respectively, and revealing Asya’s impending arranged marriage and Camellia’s abusive father.

  Then, Kendy’s home country’s cruel ways were revealed by Monica.

  And next up, it was Amber’s turn.

  She stood up, shaking ever so lightly.

  She wore a silky satin dress in a light pink color, printed with small white flowers. The dress had puffy half-length sleeves and was buttoned all the way from the generously cut front to the bottom that hit her knees. She’d paired it with black boots, and wore a thick, creamy eyelash cardigan on top.

  She looked radiant, and the thought of an inner glow within her made me grin at her wickedly.

  Was it possible? Had I really knocked her up already? Was my baby growing in her still flat belly?

  “I picked Safiya,” Amber managed shakily.

  Her friend shot her a surprised look, but Amber wouldn’t look at her. She was trembling, her fingers shaking while she gripped the piece of paper in her hands. She wasn’t looking at it, though. She was looking at the ground, and it took me a few moments to realize the sheet of paper in her hands was blank.

  There was no writing on it.

  “Safiya,” Amber went on, her voice shaky. “A lot of us think she’s here because of ulterior motives.”

  Her friend shot Amber an outraged look, but my girl studiously ignored it and went on as if nothing had happened.

  “But there’s another secret Safiya hasn’t told us about,” Amber went on. “Another part of her story that she chooses not to reveal. See, Safiya isn’t necessarily interested in Olivier…”

  We all stared at her.

  “She might have an old flame that still holds her interest,” Amber said, her voice trembling.