Royal Playboy: The Prince's Choice

by Leila Haven

  “How about we fuck first?” I countered. She smiled, unable to refuse my charm. Either that or she was just so grateful to be chosen by the next king that she didn’t care how rude I was.

  I pulled her backwards until we reached the sofa where I laid her down on the soft cushions. We would start here before having sex in every corner of the house so I could work out my pent up frustration.

  Her boobs easily popped out of the skimpy black dress she was wearing. I wasn’t even going to bother taking it off for the first time in my life. All I needed was access to her cunt. Dresses were handy like that.

  Her hands started to fumble with my zipper, trying to get it undone so she could free my cock. It was hidden under my pants, harder than it’s ever been. Relief couldn’t come quick enough that I was almost ready to beg for it.

  “The crown jewels are impressive,” she purred when she cupped me.

  “Don’t talk,” I ordered.

  I pushed her dress up and grabbed at her panties. She was shaven, freshly so. Her skin was smooth under my touch, she’d feel good with me buried inside her.

  She tried to sit up so we could kiss but I wasn’t interested. There would only be one set of lips my mouth would be around and they weren’t on her face. I pushed her down again, she went with a playful whimper, like I’d actually hurt her feelings.

  But she wasn’t going to complain.

  I knew she wouldn’t.

  But that thought ruined everything for me. I was suddenly frozen.

  Standing up again, I took my hands off her. “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t you want some of this sugar?”

  The realization that I really didn’t want some of her sugar was a stark shot of reality. I’d never had this happen to me before. My dick was hard, my mouth was watering, I was more than ready to fuck this woman.

  And yet I didn’t want to.

  That was definitely new.

  I grabbed my wallet and handed her a hundred dollars. “Take a cab home and don’t tell anyone about this. I’ll deny it all and make you seem very foolish.”

  The look she gave me could have set the curtain alight as she stalked out of the apartment. I collapsed onto the area of the sofa she’d just left. What was I doing? What the hell was I doing?

  It had to be the wife competition, that had to be it. It was messing with my mojo and getting inside my head. This should be the time where I could enjoy fucking around, at least enjoy it while I still could.

  But a part of me knew that wasn’t really it. The image of Melody kept popping into my head unwelcomingly and I couldn’t shake it. She was there, always there and watching – judging me.

  I needed to get back to the palace before my absence was noted by my parents. Technically, I was supposed to be staying home while these wife parties were going on. My mother thought it would create the wrong message if I were caught doing something like I was just about to.

  She was right, of course.

  But that didn’t mean I had to like it.

  I locked up and returned down to the club. There was too much alcohol still in my blood so I called for the royal limousine. It was kept close to the clubs, just in case I needed a discreet escort home.

  The dance floor looked the same as when I’d left it. There was no sign of the woman I’d taken upstairs. She was probably on the phone to her friends, complaining about my lack of follow through.

  I waited by the door for the signal from my driver when another woman caught my eye. She was still in the same dress I’d given her for dinner.

  Melody.

  My thoughts were too scrambled to be of any use. I headed toward her, grabbing her wrist and dragging her away from the few other women she was with.

  “Come with me,” I growled in her ear.

  She looked up at me with those doe eyes she liked to batt my way but she didn’t argue. I dragged her out to the limo and shoved her inside.

  Chapter 7

  Melody

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  I probably should have been angry with him. No man would get away with pulling me along like Rick did. If a part of me hadn’t wanted to go with him, I definitely wouldn’t have done so.

  Rick jumped into the back of the limo after me, banging on the side so the driver knew he could take off. I’d seen the vehicle outside when we entered the club, but I never expected to be inside it.

  We sat together on the seat, the inside almost pitch black with the door closed that I could barely see anything. The tinted windows may have allowed for privacy, but it also kept out any form of light.

  “Turn around,” Rick said.

  He sure liked ordering me around tonight. I followed the command and swiveled around so he faced my back. I had no idea what he had in store for me, but it sent a shiver down my spine with the sweet anticipation of it.

  He brushed aside my hair and swept it over my shoulder before I could feel him carefully unzipping the zipper that started at the nape of my neck. Every time he brushed my skin with his knuckles it sent a wave of goosebumps down my arms.

  Rick kissed the freshly exposed skin of my spine. I knew he was taking my dress off, but with each one of his kisses setting my skin on fire it was impossible to stop him.

  He reached the end of the zipper near my lower back before his hands snaked underneath the dress and around my waist as he moved closer. Nuzzling into my neck, he began giving me a million tender kisses, each one making my body buzz more than the last.

  A giggle erupted, I couldn’t hold it in. His kisses tickled as well as sizzled. He was quickly sending me into a spin and I wasn’t sure how far I should let it go. The smart thing would have been to stop him now before it got out of hand.

  But I couldn’t.

  I wasn’t done with being kissed yet.

  His hands started wandering as they skimmed over my stomach to reach my breasts. He cupped them, feeling the generous weight before sliding underneath the fabric. His movements were making it clear that he was the ultimate pro.

  The feeling of his strong hands gripping and toying with my breasts underneath my bra had me weakening under his spell.

  There was nothing that turned me on more than my boobs being played with. I hadn’t had much experience with sex, but I did know that for sure. It was a must have for any of my sexual encounters.

  “You are so fucking sexy,” Rick whispered in my ear. His breath tickled as it ran over my skin. “I want to fuck you so badly.”

  He picked me up and turned me around so that we faced one another again. Without saying anything more, he pulled my dress down over my shoulders, taking my bra with it so that I was quickly naked from the belly up. I was glad for the darkness of the limo now, I couldn’t take him seeing me so exposed like that.

  He undid his own pants and it took me a moment to catch up. I placed my hands over his, stilling them so I could move them away and place them at his side. Getting his cock naked was my job, and I wouldn’t relinquish it to him.

  I undid the zipper and pushed down the elastic of his underwear until his cock could be freed. It was already hard and the tip already wet as precum slicked over the skin.

  He was much bigger than I expected he would be. Not that I actually thought about it, but it was impressive nonetheless.

  I had to resist the urge to take it into my mouth. Instead, I massaged the head with my thumb, moving around the wetness to cover the entire tip of the shaft.

  “Take off your panties,” Rick demanded.

  “I’m not wearing any,” I replied. The ones I had worn to the garden party showed up too obviously underneath the dress. The only option I’d had was to go commando.

  His lips turned up on one side. “What a naughty girl. In that case, climb on board.”

  He gripped my waist on both sides and helped to position me over his hardened cock. I sat down slowly, making him wait an extra few moments just because I could.

  When his cock touched my entrance, I hesitated. Once we did this, we couldn’t undo i
t. He would probably just discard me like he did with all those other women.

  Maybe that’s what I wanted.

  But maybe he wouldn’t.

  He tugged me down and completely interrupted my train of thought. He eased into me, his shaft stretching my walls to accommodate his size. His eyes burned into me the whole time, his expression unreadable besides being lost to the enjoyment. I felt good around him and he felt good inside me.

  My thighs were on his sides. As he was buried deep within me, I started undulating my hips. I rocked on top of his lap, enjoying the feel of his cock as it slid back and forth inside me. I wanted every part of this man but starting with his shaft was a good place.

  One of his hands slipped underneath my dress and found my pussy. He slipped two fingers between my folds and started to stroke me with the same rhythm I was using on him.

  His fingers were magic as they toyed with my clit, pressing on my nub with every stroke and sending me into a pit of ecstasy. I started bucking faster, carried away with the lust and desire. I was chasing that orgasm and determined to make sure Rick got his too.

  My body was electric, buzzing with energy as his fingers stroked long and hard along my clit. His cock was thumping inside me, slamming in and out as I pumped up and down on him. Rick grunted with his effort, his jaw clenched with concentration as he fought to stay together.

  “Ah,” I cried out as it all got too much for me. The fire exploded in my belly and spread like wildfire throughout my body. Sweat beaded on my forehead as Rick’s fingers were finally able to still.

  The orgasm was intense, pooling down below and then shattering me into a million pieces. It felt like an explosion had occurred in my pussy, the amazing tingling covering all of me in the space of less than a second. My heart was beating so fast I wondered if it was ever going to be able to calm down again.

  His hands moved to my hips, holding me firm as he encouraged my movements. My legs were straining to maintain the momentum while the orgasm was still coursing through me.

  Finally, Rick moaned and then stilled my hips while he was lost to his own bliss. His brows were furrowed while he experienced the fire himself, lost to the orgasm that was taking him to his happy place. I didn’t know where that was, or what it felt like for him, but his face soon became serene and relaxed.

  I knew how he felt.

  His eyes closed as he pulled me against him, our sweaty bodies resting on one another after so much hard work.

  My heart was racing, beating way too fast to be healthy. I could feel Rick’s underneath my hands, satisfied when I felt his heart thumping against his ribcage too. We were little more than animals, having sated our primal urges, now we were spent.

  “Melody,” he started.

  I stopped him. “Just hold me for a few moments more, okay? That’s all I need.”

  He tightened his arms around me and I sighed with contentment. I could deal with the consequences later, right now all I wanted to do was bask in the afterglow of being with such a sexually virulent man.

  The prince, of all people.

  I’d never thought of that once since I got into the limo. My body wanted him, regardless of his title or any other detail.

  Granted, I’d only seen Rick’s cock and not the rest of his naked body, but if his manhood was anything to go by, the rest of him would be exceptional. What he could do with his cock was extra-exceptional.

  My body relaxed in his hold but I knew I had to move. We were in a moving limo, for goodness sake, we had to be nearing the end of the journey soon.

  I leaned back and Rick’s hands snaked away. I lifted up and off him, moving to sit back in my original seat. It seemed like forever since we’d stepped foot inside the limo.

  Rick tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up again. He looked a bit rumpled but otherwise you would never guess he’d just fucked me.

  I pulled my bra back on and then the top of my dress. Rick had to zip it back up again for me. I guess if nothing else, I ended up with a really nice dress.

  “Where are you staying?” Rick asked. So no small talk about rocking his world or anything then, good to know.

  “The Regency on Raven Street,” I said flatly. I wasn’t going to show him any emotion if he wasn’t going to either. I would save that for later, when I was alone.

  He nodded and then pressed a button on the console, giving directions to the driver. We sat in awkward silence until the vehicle stopped outside the hotel.

  I quickly ran my hand through my hair and hoped it would keep my secret. Rick climbed out of the vehicle first, holding the door for me. “Thank you,” he said.

  “For what?”

  He gave me a small smile. “For finally giving me some stress relief.”

  I clamped my mouth shut and looked upwards so I didn’t cry. I hurried from the limo and up to my hotel room.

  Stress relief.

  The best sex of my life was just his stress relief.

  Calling it a mistake was a complete understatement. I should not have let him take me to the limo. I shouldn’t have put myself into a situation where I was alone with him.

  Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

  Helen was asleep so luckily I didn’t have to do the walk of shame past her. Heading straight to the shower, I washed away every last piece of Rick from my body. I scrubbed until my skin was pink and all my tears had fallen down the drain.

  I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been.

  Chapter 8

  Melody

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  I don’t know how I managed to fall asleep, but I did sometime in the night. I awoke in the morning with the same anger boiling in my blood.

  “Get up, sleepy head. You need to be at the palace in half an hour,” Helen said, trying to take the sheets from me.

  “I don’t want to go,” I protested.

  “You have to. You don’t want the police knocking on the door because you failed to present at a royal summons. Do you?”

  Did I? A part of me would really have liked to have seen Rick trying to explain why I didn’t show up. I would tell the police to just ask him and he would have to pardon me.

  After all, I could still go to the media.

  I could be like all the other girls he’d used and abused in the tabloids. I could tell my story about how amazing he was in bed and how he’d never spoken to me before or after. My story would be even better than theirs because of my position in his wife selection project.

  But I knew I never would.

  My privacy would also be shattered and I didn’t want to have that story haunt me for the rest of my life. Being known as another notch on the prince’s bedpost wasn’t exactly my ambition in life.

  Helen made sure I got up and dressed, she also placed me into a cab so I could get to the palace on time. She waved me off, telling me to have a good time. Poor Aunt Helen, she had no idea that I would never end up as the next Princess of Illium.

  This morning’s palace activity was a morning tea held in the conservatory. It was a massive room with doors that ran down one side, all of which were completely open to the outside deck. Tables of six were dotted around the place, all with large platters full of sweet treats.

  Considering I’d skipped breakfast, my mouth started watering. As much as I wanted to dive in, I had to remember my manners – the queen was in attendance with us.

  I picked a table and joined the ladies there, noticing Violet to my right. “Good morning,” she said politely, neatly laying her napkin over her lap. She had been placed next to Rick at dinner last night, did that mean that she the front runner in the competition?

  I doubted I was.

  “Dinner was so lovely last night, wasn’t it?” she continued. She was almost polite to a fault. She would make a good princess.

  “It was fine,” I replied. I was the first to grab something to eat – a strawberry mousse with chocolate biscuit base.

  “And here’s our prince.” It took a moment for her words t
o sink in, about two seconds before Rick joined our table.

  “Ladies, so lovely to see you all today,” he said happily. He looked around the table but refused to meet my gaze.

  So he was going to completely ignore me?

  My instincts were to storm out but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

  He talked to all the women at our table, turning on the charm and making them all giggle and beam. He was a smooth talker, that was for sure. He could easily have seduced any of these women into his bed.