Royally Unexpected 2: An Accidental Pregnancy Collection (Surprise Baby Stories)

by Lilian Monroe

  “You’re a virgin?” Luca asks, his shallow breaths tickling my ear.

  I nod, biting down on my lower lip. The Prince’s cock throbs against me, growing even harder.

  We stay completely still, and I’m not sure what to do. My pulse is still thundering. My body is screaming for him. The wetness between my thighs would be embarrassing if it wasn’t so hot.

  Luca’s lips dip down, kissing the sensitive skin behind my ear. His teeth drag across my earlobe, and I let out a soft moan. The hand he has on my breast moves gently, brushing my pebbled nipple and sending sparks flying across my skin.

  I move my hips, pushing myself back against him.

  He groans, his breath tickling my neck. I shiver, spreading my knees wider.

  I want him to rub me, to touch me like he was doing a moment ago. A heavy, hot ball of desire sits in the pit of my stomach, and I need him to touch me. I need him to set it free.

  “I don’t know if I’m ready to go all the way,” I whisper, even as my hips grind against him.

  The Prince groans, moving his hips along with mine. “We won’t, then,” he growls.

  “But I want…” I trail off. My cheeks burn, and I can’t find the words.

  I want you. Your hands. Your tongue. Your lips. I want to taste you, and see what it looks like when you come.

  The words die on my lips, and my blush deepens.

  “Tell me,” he commands.

  My voice isn’t functional, so I drop my hand between my legs, resting it on top of his. I push down, guiding Luca to pleasure me. He groans, the sound sending another wave of heat rushing to my toes.

  Dragging his fingers through my wetness, the Prince brings them up to circle my clit. I buck against him, trembling as he touches the sensitive bundle of nerves. His cock throbs against my ass, nestling between my cheeks. With his length behind me, and his hand in front of me, I feel like I’m losing my mind.

  Gently, Luca moves his fingers around my bud. He drags them through my wetness, absorbing every shiver, every tremble, every whimper that I emit. When he drops his fingers to circle my opening, I lick my lips and lean back into him.

  “Have you ever had fingers inside you, beautiful?” he asks, his hand teasing my opening.

  I release a breath, needing him to slide them inside.

  “Answer me,” he growls.

  “Only my own,” I admit.

  His length throbs against my ass, and another wave of shivers tumbles through my body. I let out a whimper of disappointment when he takes his hand away from me, sliding it up my stomach and over my breasts. He grinds his cock against me, groaning.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Poison,” Luca says into my ear. His hands trace my breasts, teasing my areola, before running them down my sides and resting his palms on the crease of my thighs. I arch my back, dying for his touch. He tortures me, sliding his hands to my inner thighs without touching my sopping wet slit.

  “Please,” I beg, breathless.

  “I want you, Ivy,” he says.

  “You have me.”

  “All of you.” His hand slides between my legs and fire floods my veins. “I want to be the first and only cock you feel inside that tight, perfect pussy of yours.”

  My cheeks burn. Is it wrong that it turns me on to hear him speak like that?

  The Prince moves his fingers through my wetness, and my body is bathed in flames. I grind against his hand, needing more, more, more.

  “Promise me,” he whispers in my ear. “Promise me I’ll be your first.”

  “I promise,” I whisper.

  Luca slides his finger inside me, curling it against my walls and sending waves of lust crashing through my veins. I moan, bucking against him as his other hand moves to my clit.

  My fingers claw at him, reaching back to dig into the nape of his neck. My need for him becomes frantic. Animalistic. Wild.

  My hips move of their own accord. I’m not in control of my own body anymore. All I know is the Prince’s hard, thick cock is pressed against my ass cheeks, and his hands are working magic between my legs.

  I’ve never felt anything like this. He squeezes his arms around me, holding me tight to his chest as I grind and buck against him.

  The Prince groans, circling my throbbing clit with one hand while the fingers of his other hand push deeper inside me.

  Then, he stops.

  His hands move to my thighs, and he growls against me.

  “Luca…”

  The Prince chuckles, sliding his hands toward my center again. I’m aching in a way I’ve never felt before. The need I feel for him is indescribable. It’s all-consuming.

  This time, when he touches me, he doesn’t stop. His hands work magic over me, touching me until the ball of heat and pressure in the pit of my stomach grows bigger.

  Then, it happens.

  I explode, splayed on top of Prince Luca. I angle my hips toward him, needing more of him inside me. I’m not in control of my own body anymore. I grind against the movement of his hands as my orgasm crests, crashing through me as it breaks every wall I’ve ever built up inside.

  I pant, breathless.

  Everything is hot and cold. I want more. I press my hand against his, pushing his fingers deeper inside me, gasping at the feeling of it.

  The Prince moans into my shoulder, biting down on my skin as I ride his hands. He grunts, rubbing his cock against me faster, harder.

  I squeeze my eyes shut, wondering what it would feel like to have it inside me. The thought sends another wave of fire roaring through my center, and I know I’ll keep my promise.

  He’ll be my first. I’m his.

  Completely.

  Prince Luca stiffens behind me, and I feel his cock throb through the fabric that separates us. He lets out a grunt, holding me close. I know he’s coming.

  The thought of him orgasming in his swim trunks as he grinds against me makes my whole body burn with delicious, tingling energy.

  Prince Luca groans, sliding his hands over my stomach again as he kisses my neck. He takes my open bathrobe and closes it over my body, hugging me tight as I twitch and sigh against him.

  I’m not sure how long we lay there. Long enough so that when a knock sounds on the door, I jump off the Prince with a yelp, tumbling to the floor of the cabin.

  “Ivy! Are you okay?” Margot knocks on the door again.

  I tighten my bathrobe belt with shaking hands, climbing up to my feet. I glance at the door. “I’m fine!”

  “We’re docking in five minutes. The car is going to pick us up so we can go home and get cleaned up. Are you okay in there?”

  “I’m fine! Be right out!” Does my voice sound fake? Why did it go up so high?

  I steal a glance at the Prince, who’s straightening his shorts and combing his fingers through his hair. I suck a breath in through my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut for just a second.

  What. Just. Happened.

  I think he put a spell on me. There’s no other explanation for what just occurred. Two days ago, I wanted to kill him. Now, I was practically ready to give him my virginity?

  Scratch that—I was ready. More than ready. I wanted him inside me in a way I’ve never felt before.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  I put my palms to my face and blow out a breath. This is wrong. So, so wrong. He’s supposed to be dating my sister.

  Not for real—not really. But still.

  Prince Luca stands up and takes a step toward me. All I can do is stare at him. I’m under his spell again, my blood pulsing through every inch of my body. Heat circles my stomach and pings between my thighs. When he reaches me, the Prince sweeps his hand around my back and dips his head down toward mine.

  He kisses me again, and I give in to what my body wants. I angle my lips against his, parting them to let him taste them. His stubble scratches my skin, and his fingers slide back to cup the nape of my neck.

  Luca’s lips are soft—softer than I would expect. His hand on my
lower back pulls me toward him, and I melt into his arms.

  This is what I want. I can tell myself that I shouldn’t, that I can’t, that it’s wrong—but I’d be lying to myself. It can’t be wrong to feel like this. My head spins, and I give myself over to the Prince’s kiss. A moan slips through my lips, and Luca’s arms hold me tighter.

  I never want it to stop. My body is on fire, screaming for him so loud I can’t hear anything except my own desire. His lips taste like honey and sin. His hands feel possessive and hot as they pull me close.

  Then, the yacht thuds against the dock, and we fall apart.

  My chest heaves, and I lift my eyes up to his.

  “Your Highness…” I bite my lip.

  “You taste even better than I thought you would.” The Prince’s voice is low and his eyes are hooded. “I can’t wait to taste all of you.” He’s still standing so close to me that I can feel the heat of his body and smell the scent of his skin.

  I close my eyes for a second, shaking my head. “I have to go.”

  When I open my eyes back up again, Prince Luca is wearing a roguish grin. His eyebrow quirks, and he dips his chin down.

  “I’ll see you soon, Poison.”

  I desperately want him to lean down and kiss me again. The space between my thighs aches for him, and my heart thumps in my chest.

  He doesn’t, though. Instead, the Prince ducks his head and exits the cabin.

  I let out a breath as I watch him disappear through the doorway. A quiver of excitement passes through my stomach, and I try to dispel it with a shake of my head.

  I shouldn’t be excited about this. I shouldn’t want more.

  The Prince is not for me. He’s royalty. He’s promised to my sister.

  But Holy Farcliff, does he know how to kiss. How to touch.

  And the feeling of him orgasming against me…

  I touch my fingers to my lips, and I can still feel the whisper of his kiss.

  I gather up my wet clothes as well as Margot’s. My keys and wallet are soaked in the back pocket of my jeans, and my phone is somewhere at the bottom of Farcliff Lake. Then, with the bundle of wet clothes in my arms, I head out to the main deck.

  My sister smiles at me, and I sweep my eyes around the gathered celebrities for any sign of Prince Luca.

  A pang of disappointment passes through my chest when I don’t see him. Painting a smile on my face as my cheeks burn, I join my sister and walk down the passerelle to the pier.

  A mass of reporters is waiting there for us, flinging questions at Margot as she smiles and waves. Cameras flash so bright and fast that I have to shield my eyes, trailing behind my sister like a lost puppy. We duck into a waiting SUV, and the driver takes off toward our house.

  My head is still spinning. A few minutes ago, the Prince’s hands were inside me.

  Margot lets out a heavy sigh. “That didn’t go as planned.”

  “No,” I agree, glancing out the window. My cheeks are red-hot, and I’m afraid that if I look at my sister, I’ll say something that I shouldn’t. What happened between Prince Luca and me should stay on that boat, hidden away from everyone.

  Margot’s hand covers mine. She squeezes gently. “Thank you for jumping in, Ivy. I’m sorry I scared you.”

  Turning my head to look at my sister, my chest squeezes. A boulder lodges itself in my throat, and my emotions swirl messily inside my chest.

  Right now, my sister doesn’t have the glow that seems to always radiate from her. Her makeup is mussed, and her hair is stringy. There are lines on her face that I’ve never noticed before.

  She looks…human.

  My chest tightens, and I try to swallow. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

  The words sound forced, even though I mean them. I’m completely frazzled. I don’t know what to think. Margot’s hand stays on top of mine, and a pang passes through my chest.

  I shouldn’t have done that with the Prince. I shouldn’t enjoy his advances. His kiss. His touch.

  But not enjoying them seems as impossible as not needing food.

  Leaning toward my sister, I lay my head on her shoulder. She angles her cheek against my head, and we sit there quietly until we make it back home. I blink back tears, shame burning my throat as I think of what happened today.

  I was blinded by my attraction to the Prince, and he knew it. I don’t know why he continues to pursue me like he does, but I must amuse him in some way. I have to find a way to resist it—to resist him.

  Margot needs my support, and today was proof. Even after nearly drowning, she had to pretend like everything was okay. She had to do her job and be the star. She provides for me every day, and how do I repay her?

  By hooking up with the guy who’s supposed to be her boyfriend.

  When we pull up to our mansion, I tell myself that I won’t let it happen again. I won’t let Prince Luca’s spell enchant me like it did today. I won’t kiss him, or touch him, or fantasize about him at all.

  That promise I made to him?

  I’ll break it.

  He belongs to my sister—even if it’s all fake.

  18

  Luca

  I watch Ivy and Margot leave the yacht from one of the cabin windows before turning to the bathroom to clean myself up. My heart is still thumping wildly as I think of Ivy’s body on top of mine.

  Her soft, untouched body.

  A shiver of pleasure runs through me, and I know that thought shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. My thoughts circle in my head, though, always coming back to one thing: Claiming Ivy.

  Being her first. The only man to feel her, worship her, love her the way she deserves.

  When I disembark the yacht, Beckett stares at me with dark eyes.

  “Where were you?”

  I arch an eyebrow. “Why do you care?”

  “Do you not care that you’re supposed to be dating one of the hottest chicks on the planet?”

  “Not particularly, no.” I start walking toward the waiting royal car, with two bodyguards flanking me on either side. Beckett rushes to catch up.

  “You’re so ungrateful. Always have been.”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  Beckett huffs, shaking his head without answering.

  “Are you the patron saint of hot chicks, now?” I ask, leveling him with a stare. “Why do you give a fuck about my fake relationship with some boring-ass model?”

  “She’s not boring,” he snaps.

  “So, you date her.”

  “I would, but that wouldn’t exactly be what was arranged, now, would it?” He shakes his head. “Typical.”

  I shrug, nodding to one of the bodyguards as he opens a car door for me. I pause before sliding in, glancing at my half-brother.

  “Let me ask you something, Beckett. Would it bother you more, or less if I was into her?”

  His eyes darken.

  I chuckle. “Thought so.” I slide into the car and nod to the driver. I don’t have the time or the energy to deal with Beckett’s jealousy. Even when we were kids, he was like this. Always feeling inadequate and walking around with a chip on his shoulder.

  We share the same mother. He’s my brother. Why can’t he see that? Why does he always have to think that things are done to spite him, instead of realizing that he could have whatever he wants, if he just reaches out and grabs it?

  Sure, my father, the King, could be a bit of an ass toward Beckett. I’ll admit that. Still, Beckett walks around like the world owes him something. It’s irritating.

  He’s welcome to fuck Margot if he feels like it. Fuck if I care. I have other things on my mind. Namely, a black-haired beauty with different-colored eyes.

  When we arrive at the castle, I hop up the wide marble steps with a smile. Before I can make it to my chambers, though, I’m called over to one of the formal reception rooms.

  Prince Damon is there, and he strides toward me with his hand extended. He shakes my hand firmly, smiling at me.

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nbsp; “Prince Luca,” he says with a nod. “I was hoping to run into you.”

  Damon gestures to a long, overstuffed sofa, and I take a seat. His wife, Dahlia, is there as well. She smiles to me, offering me a glass full of amber liquid. I accept it with a nod.

  Prince Damon sits down across from me, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Dahlia told me you’d be willing to accompany us on our mental health campaign. I’m thrilled.”

  His smile is wide and open. Princess Dahlia slides her hand onto his shoulder, flicking her blue-tipped hair over her shoulder with her other hand.

  I nod. “I’d be happy to.”

  Unlike the first time Dahlia asked me to participate, this time I mean it. The more time I spend in Farcliff, the better. I have some unfinished business with Ivy.

  Damon grins. “Good. We’re starting the tour here in Farcliff, with a three-day conference in the convention center. It’ll be in three weeks’ time, and from there we’ll have an eight-week itinerary that will take us around the Kingdom. We’d love for you to make a keynote speech. Of course, our royal speech writers are at your disposal, but we were hoping you’d be able to open up about your recovery.”

  “Let me know the itinerary, and I’ll do my best to help.”

  Dahlia smiles, clasping her hands to her chest. “Thank you, Your Highness.”

  “Call me Luca, please.”

  She smiles wider, nodding. “Luca.”

  I down the rest of my drink, loving the burn of the liquid as it passes down my throat. Excusing myself, I slip out of the room. I cast one last glance behind me, catching a glimpse of Damon sliding his hands over his wife’s body. He cups her ass and kisses her tenderly, and a twinge of jealousy tugs at my heart.

  I want that. I thought I’d have it with Cara, but I was wrong. When I found out that she married my brother, I was so consumed by hatred and heartbreak that I forgot what it felt like to want a woman. Really want a woman.

  The way I want Ivy.

  Now, that desire is roaring back to life with a vengeance.

  My steps are light as I walk through the castle, nodding to the staff as I cross them. There’s a persistent smile on my face, and a deep excitement welling up inside me.