Risking the Crown

by Violet Paige

  “It would be a pleasure,” I replied.

  Kenley walked toward me. She tipped forward on her toes to reach my ear. The hair on my neck rose. I wanted to wrap a hand around her waist and pull her against my side. I wondered what it would be like to have the full softness of her tits melding to my body. Would she moan slightly as my fingers curled into her hip?

  “Sir?”

  I shook my head. “What is it?” Why was I looking at Kenley like that?

  “We only have ten minutes,” she whispered.

  “What could be more important than this?” I asked. “Literacy is my platform,” I joked.

  “The ambassador,” she reminded me.

  “Damn it,” I cursed.

  Kenley eyed me and I looked around quickly to see if any of the children were nearby.

  “I can stretch the schedule to fifteen for you.”

  I smiled. “That would be appreciated. I’ll meet you when I’m finished with the tour.”

  She nodded, backing away slowly. I watched as she walked to join a few members of the press. The fitted skirt hugged the curves of her ass.

  “Your highness?” The librarian needed my attention.

  “Yes.”

  I whipped my head around and stopped staring at what suddenly seemed like the most perfect round and voluptuous ass in the universe.

  The librarian led the way and I listened as she explained the upgrades to the computer center and the reading corner for the students.

  But it didn’t register. I kept looking over my shoulder at Kenley.

  Her brow was pinched together in that way that meant she wasn’t happy about something. She didn’t like what the reporter was asking. I could tell from the other side of the room. It didn’t seem to matter what she said, he moved inches closer and asked another question.

  I turned toward Annalise. “I’m sorry. I’ll be right back. Excuse me for a moment.”

  I took off in Kenley’s direction.

  “Is everything all right?” I asked, strolling up behind her. I shoved my hands in my pockets to keep from balling them into fists in front of the reporter.

  Kenley turned to me with wild eyes. I was breaking protocol. I was never supposed to address the media. They weren’t allowed to approach me. But my relationship with the press was a unique one. It was contentious at best.

  “Everything is fine, your highness.” She smiled.

  “It didn’t seem that way from where I was.” My eyes squinted at the man across from us.

  “We were discussing what a wonderful contribution you’re making to Freychon by being here today,” she lied.

  “Is that so?” My gaze was on the man fiddling with his notepad. He had moved several steps back since I appeared.

  Kenley looked at her watch. “Your majesty, we do need to leave. I’m afraid there won’t be any more statements today.” She looked at the reporter.

  There it was again. The instinct to hook a hand at her hip and lead her away from that asshole. But I couldn’t touch her. Not here. Not anywhere.

  “You shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered through almost closed lips.

  I shrugged. “He was being a dick.”

  “Oh my God.” She flinched. “And there are children in here.”

  I laughed. “It’s all right. They didn’t hear me. Annalise is trying to keep them from raiding all the trains off the table. Do the children even read here?”

  Kenley’s eyes traveled to the children on the floor, wrestling over the coal cars. She giggled. “Maybe not.”

  “In all seriousness. Are you ok?” I asked. “Did he say something he shouldn’t have? I can send Rafael over to have a few words.”

  “Oh no. Don’t do that. Royal security will only make it worse.”

  “What did he say?”

  “Let’s wait until we’re in the car,” she suggested.

  I said my goodbyes to the staff and followed the royal entourage to the motorcade outside the library. Once we were inside I turned to Kenley.

  “Now. Tell me what he said.”

  She wrung her hands together. “It’s not important. He’s not going to publish a story or anything.”

  “I want to know.”

  Her blue eyes lifted. “He said you were at the Titan last night.”

  I nodded. “And how did he hear that?”

  “It’s a crazy rumor. I know it is. You told me yourself you wouldn’t go back there. But I realize it could have been Prince Klein or even Prince Liam. But I don’t think his schedule would have allowed for a late night—”

  “Kenley, stop.”

  She stared at me.

  “It was me. I did go.”

  She shook her head. “No. No. You wouldn’t. You couldn’t have. I was with you…”

  “I had a car take me after you left the apartments.” I paused. “And I didn’t drink.”

  “Oh.” I saw the recognition flash in her eyes. “You went for business.” Her eyes lowered.

  It was a nice way to put buying sex for the night.

  “No. Yes.” I groaned. “I didn’t bid on anyone, if that’s what you think. I came home alone.”

  I had never felt the need to explain myself to her before. I’d fucked plenty of women. Kenley had sent them home in cars. Looking at her now, I realized what a shitty bastard I was for putting her in that position.

  “But what else is the Titan for if not for the girls and booze?” she asked and then quickly covered her mouth. “I’m sorry. That was completely out of line.”

  I chuckled. “I’ve been a member there for years. All the Sauvages are. You know that. Our esteemed queen came from there.” I laughed. My brother had balls for marrying a girl he bid on in an auction. “But I needed a different kind of business transaction last night. I set up a meeting with Johannes Montclair.”

  “Why? Why would you go to that club?”

  I reached inside my jacket and pulled out the letter. I handed it to Kenley.

  “Because of this.”

  12

  Kenley

  I looked at the folded paper in my hands and uncurled the page. I didn’t know what I was about to read, only that Dominic’s eyes were on me, watching me, studying me as I read the letter.

  “This…this can’t be.”

  I looked at him. My heart was in my stomach. I didn’t know whether to throw up or start to cry. I swallowed hard, fighting the tightness in my throat.

  “It is.” He plucked the paper from my fingertips and returned it to his jacket.

  “How do you know? How do you know it’s not some kind of trick?” I was shaking. “It could be extortion. It might not be true.”

  “Sophia was never like that. She wouldn’t have cheated on me. The baby is mine.”

  “You-you have a daughter?” My heart was breaking as the words came out.

  He nodded slowly. “It appears so.”

  I pressed my palm to my forehead. The thoughts weren’t coming quickly enough. I should have a plan. I needed to deal with the fallout of this kind of news. I would have to talk to the king. Sutcliffe would need to be brought in.

  “Kenley?”

  I bit my lip. “Yes?”

  “We can’t tell anyone about this.”

  “What do you mean? There is a princess out there. A direct line to the Sauvage crown. Are you saying the king doesn’t know?”

  He shook his head. “No. You’re the only person I’ve told. And maybe in some vague way Johannes Montclair. His top security agent is looking for Sophia now. I’m sure he put the pieces together by now. He’s done this long enough to know what I wanted her found.”

  I blinked. “When did you get the letter?”

  Dominic rested his head on the back of the seat. “The night before the last library dedication. Two months ago.”

  “And that’s why you drank that morning?”

  He nodded. “I drank and then drank some more. I was drinking in the bathroom before Annalise introduced me. I’m not proud of
that moment.”

  “Oh my God. What are you going to do? What do you want me to do?”

  He sat forward. He grazed the side of my cheek with his thumb. I held my breath. The gesture was so intimate and familiar.

  “Keep my secret, Kenley.”

  I nodded, afraid if I moved my head too much his thumb would fall away. But we pulled up to the palace gates and that brief spell was broken.

  Kurtis stopped at the royal entrance. Sutcliffe greeted us.

  “The ambassador is already here.”

  Dominic patted him on the shoulder. “Good to see you too, Sut.”

  “Well?” The stodgy manager urged me out of the car. “Are you going to meet with the ambassador’s aide or not?”

  “Right. Of course.” I held Kurtis’s hand and exited the car. It was never easy climbing out with this tight pencil skirt.

  Dominic was already in the palace. He had been digesting this news for two months. I had only known for ten minutes and I didn’t know if I would ever be the same.

  He was a father.

  The Galona ambassador to the United States had requested a conference weeks ago. Prince Liam had asked me to handle it on his behalf. Now that Dominic had returned, I didn’t have to meet the ambassador on my own. It certainly favored the crown to have a royal in attendance to hear his grievances. I walked in and out of the room taking notes and listening to his list of complaints while Dominic nodded absently. The ambassador hated living in D.C. He was ready to leave his post in the States.

  After the meeting Dominic told me he was going to the pool to swim laps. The rest of the day was cleared for him. I didn’t know how long the meeting would run. The ambassador was known for dragging out any conversation he could.

  I stopped by my quarters to catch my breath. Royal managers had larger accommodations than other staff. I had a full bedroom, bathroom, and an efficiency kitchen and living area. Sutcliffe of course had the largest of any of us. He had a four-room apartment, yet he lived alone.

  I noticed the prince’s pajama pants and T-shirt had been laundered and were folded neatly on my bed. I gathered them in my arms. My skirt and shirt were probably still hanging in his closet. I needed to make a quick trade while he was still at the pool.

  I left my apartment and walked through the staff passageway to his apartments.

  It was quiet inside. There were no maids or valets.

  I pushed open the bedroom door and marched to the closet. As soon as it opened, I was hit with the scent of Dominic. I placed the T-shirt on the top of the stack and found the pants pile. But when I turned to gather my clothes, they weren’t there.

  I lifted his suit, in case it had been hidden underneath. It wasn’t there. Hmm. I searched the racks, praying it was here and he was the one who moved it. If someone on the staff found my clothes, I would be mortified. And for no good reason. It was for game night. I didn’t even have a good story to tell Ayla.

  I sighed when I spotted them behind one of his uniforms.

  “Gotcha.” I triumphantly snagged the blouse from the hangar.

  “And what’s that?”

  I froze. Dominic stood, blocking the doorway. He was dripping wet with a towel around his waist. I stared as a water droplet slid over the rigid muscles of his chest. Holy shit.

  “Clothes.” I held up my shirt. “I didn’t mean to leave them here last night. I’m sorry.”

  “I put them out of sight for you.” He winked. “I knew you would be the last person who would want to start a royal scandal.”

  “Thank you. I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I brought your things back.”

  “Did you?”

  The closet door started to close behind him. My pulse raced.

  I nodded. “I did.”

  There was something in his eyes. Something I’d never seen before when he looked at me. He moved closer. Maybe I was used to keeping a certain distance between us, so I stepped backward.

  The door clicked in place. Dominic sighed.

  I didn’t know how to move without wanting to leap straight into his naked torso. That towel was barely being held at his hipbone.

  He leaned a palm against a shelf near my head. “I showered after the pool,” he explained. His voice was low. “But I forgot to take a change of clothes with me. I left my bag here my mistake.”

  I nodded. “Well, I can let you start your evening. I’m sure you’d like to get dressed. Should I order supper for you with the ambassador? He decided to stay in the guest suites for the night.”

  “Hell no,” Dominic growled. “An afternoon was enough with him.”

  I started to move, but I was caught under his arm. My eyes landed on his hungry stare as his free hand slipped to my waist. I gasped as he curled me against his body. The water seeped through my silk blouse, chilling my skin.

  For a second the world stopped.

  His lips brushed against my mouth before he crushed my protest with an earth-shattering kiss. His tongue dipped against mine, twirling in rhythm. He sucked at the corners of my lips, kissing, and teasing.

  Both his arms wrapped around me, so I was his prisoner. I had no options but to surrender. To let myself get lost in the recklessness of his kiss. My fingers tangled in his damp hair as I fell farther into the delusion that this was real. That after all this time, he wanted me.

  It couldn’t be possible. I struggled to find balance. I needed to steady myself. But his tongue flicked at mine and my core tingled with neediness. I ached for him.

  Dominic’s palm rounded my ass and he clutched it possessively.

  “Your body is fucking incredible, Kenley,” he growled in my ear, kissing along my neck and throat.

  My head fell backward. His fingers worked the pearl buttons until my shirt lay open.

  “And your tits are fucking exquisite.”

  He lowered his head, pushing the intricate lace out of his way so he could suck my nipples.

  I gripped the back of his head while he dragged them between his teeth, toying with one and then the other.

  “Oh God,” I mewed. I still didn’t believe it was real. I was sleepwalking through a fantasy. I had to be. Only, I never wanted to wake up.

  He released the zipper on the side of my skirt, sliding it over my hips.

  He dropped to his knees, burying his face between my legs. I hissed when I felt his finger slide under my panties.

  “No.” I shook my head when he moved it between my folds.

  He groaned, coating it in my wetness.

  “We can’t,” I whispered. But my body was in complete opposition to my words. I’d never wanted anything the way I wanted this.

  “We can.” He looked up at me. “And we will.”

  His wide hands landed on either side of my waist as he brought me to the floor. I stared up at him, mesmerized by this man.

  I breathed heavily. “I-I can’t. I want to. God, do I want to. But it’s against royal proto—”

  “Kenley.” He tugged the panties over my thighs before he tossed the towel from his body. I stared in total shock at his shaft. Holy shit it was a throbbing glorious rod of steel.

  I felt the flash of heat spread through my core. I wanted it to pierce the ache inside me.

  “Do you want to be fucked by royal protocol, or fucked by me?” he growled.

  I didn’t need to think through my answer. I had played this exact scenario in my head in a fantasy and in that fantasy, I never turned the prince down.

  “You,” I whispered. “I want to be fucked by you.”

  His eyebrows rose. “God, I had no idea you had a dirty mouth. You’re hotter by the second, Kenley.”

  His lips crashed into mine as his body covered mine. His skin was hot and smooth. My hands ran over his back, tracing the lines and angles of muscle. It didn’t seem possible I could know everything about him, except this. I didn’t know how he tasted. I didn’t know the warmth of his body. I didn’t know his cock was something that legends were made from.

  He ro
lled me on my stomach, unclasping my bra and dropping it from my arms, urging me to support myself on all fours. He kissed my shoulders as he pinched my nipples between his fingers.

  “Oh shit,” I moaned.

  His other hand ran an electric pattern around my clit, through my slit before his fingers pushed inside my pussy. I bucked every time he slid another finger inside me.

  My body had never been so alive. So awake. There was a fiery current running from my breasts to my core. Dominic was orchestrating every sensation. Every impulse. Every ounce of ecstasy. My hips moved eager for more.

  “You’re getting wetter and wetter,” he grunted. “I think I can make you come like this.”

  I shook my head again, knowing I was losing the battle to do the right thing. I was on my hands and knees, naked with the prince in his closet. I’d lost the battle, the minute he arrived.

  I arched, feeling the fullness of his fingers push deep inside me.

  “No. We shouldn’t even—”

  “Oh, Kenley. My perfect proper Kenley. You’re going to come so hard. Because it’s exactly what I want,” he growled. “I want you to know how good I can make you feel.” He twisted my clit between his fingers, drawing exquisite pleasure. If only he’d twist harder.

  “Oh God.”

  “Yes,” he uttered huskily. “Fuck my fingers, princess.”

  I was like a wild panther, out of control, with one goal in mind. To find release from the pent-up years of sexual frustration and want. Years of lusting after this man. Years of loving him from a distance. I jerked backwards, eager for more fullness. More of his fingers.

  I panted, letting the inhibition drip from me. His breath was hot against my neck. There was no turning back as the first cataclysmic wave smacked me. I clutched at his fingers desperate to be grounded in this moment. I was throwing myself off a cliff.

  Dominic’s teeth nipped at my shoulder while I rode the orgasm on his fingers.

  “Oh baby,” he moaned, sliding in and out of me, driving me higher. Pushing me to a new level of lust.