My Stepbrother, His Highness: A Royal Stepbrother Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Victoria Cabot

  “Silas, don’t you let you go of that button,” she muttered, uncrossing her legs and placing her hand over her mouth. Her breathing was growing ragged by the second, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Don’t let go.”

  I did as she told me, making the bullet vibrate inside her pussy with no break. Soon I noticed her kicking against the front seat and biting hard at her lower lip, whispering something under her breath. I gave her my hand and she squeezed it hard, her fingernails burying themselves into me. She had come once again.

  Well, this is rather fun, I thought, turning up the intensity to a challenging High. I could already see her sliding down the leather seat, her hand twisting as I figured she wanted nothing more than to rest one finger over her clit and rub it out. I would gladly do it for her if I could - screw that, I’d do a whole lot more than that if I wasn’t stuck in that car with thousands of people trying to get a good hard look at the both of us.

  Sometimes I wished I was a commoner - at least that way nobody would care if I went berserk and just fucked her there on the backseat in the middle of the traffic. Alright, some people would care, but at least I wouldn’t make headlines in every fucking news station around the whole globe. I preferred the “Prince finds love” title than the old “Silas does it again!” headline the newspapers loved to go with, so I stayed put. I wondered what they would make of it if they learned Becca was cumming her brains out with a vibrator inside her pussy as she waved at the crowd - now that would be a funny piece read.

  “Oh my God… I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she told me, rubbing her hand against her knee. It amused to no end to know that what she really wanted was to press her hand against her pussy, but she simply couldn’t. Seeing her like that made my cock turn as hard as stone, straining against my boxer briefs and trousers and aching for release. It seemed that my little teasing game was backfiring on me - I wasn’t torturing her as much as I was torturing myself. Fuck, how I wanted to unbutton my jeans and, grabbing her head and pulling it down, slid my cock inside her perfect little mouth. There were a lot of things running through my mind at the same time, and they all somehow involved bending her over and fucking her senselessly. I couldn’t remember when was the last time I had lusted for someone with that kind of intensity. Becca was perfect like that - she made my heart happy and she made my cock even happier. It couldn’t get any better than that.

  She deserved all that I could give her and, in that moment, all I could do was make her cum over and over again… wirelessly. Granted, it sounded kinda funny said like that, but once I turned it up and didn’t let go of the button, the look on her face was anything but funny. Just watching her smile and wave as she bit her lip and her legs trembled… I was afraid my hard on would burst out of my pants.

  Becca punched my leg as she came, rubbing her feet against each other. She simply couldn’t stay still and, given that she had to act her part, she was using whatever little outlets she had to let go of some steam.

  I put my hand on her knee, stroking it softly, as I pressed one more button and a red light appeared on the remote - Extreme mode was now on.

  “Holy fuck,” she whispered, throwing her head against the headrest and smiling in a funny way. She actually grabbed my wrist and made me lay my hand against her inner thigh as she closed her legs. I extended my fingers, brushing against her panties - she was wet as hell, her panties completely soaked. She squeezed my hand hard and waved enthusiastically at the crowd - way too enthusiastically. She looked like a manic hamster having a panic attack while on cocaine. The onlookers would never guess what was actually happening, though; they’d just see it as her being happy and enthusiastic, but I knew the truth. She was cumming hard… Very hard. “More, Silas… Give me more.”

  “Be my guest,” I pressed down the button and held it there, enjoying the way she squirmed in her seat. She even moaned, and then tried to pass it off as a nervous laugh. I held my finger over the button until she went through another orgasm and started laughing almost hysterically, the sound of it like honey to my ears.

  I could have stopped there but, well, she had asked for more. As she twitched and squirmed in her seat, ecstasy rippling under her skin, my finger never left the button. I could already see beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her whole body tensing up as if she was having a heart attack. She pressed her back hard against the leather seat, pushing with her legs against the floor as a wild smile danced on her lips, one arm out of the window waving at pretty much everyone.

  At least the media wouldn’t accuse her of acting aloof with her subjects - she seemed pretty much in ecstasy while waving and smiling. Oh, if only they knew why…

  I curled my fingers around the remote, pressing all four buttons at the same time. She jumped up in her seat, her head almost hitting the top of the car, and grabbed my leg so strongly that I grimaced. I looked at her, seeing the strained lines in her face and almost feeling the intense and mind blowing pleasure that spread from her pussy to her whole body. The seat between her legs was glistening with her juices, and she was breathing out raggedly as she tried to maintain her composure.

  We were close to the palace, our motorcade slowing down as the car went through the tall and wide arch that separated the royal family’s premises from the rest of the city, so I put the remote back in my pocket, leaned into her and kissed her flushed cheek.

  “We’re home, love.”

  26

  Becca

  Five Months Later:

  When my mother married the King, I thought my life would change for good. Yet I had managed to carry on with my normal life without much disturbance. Even though I was part of the royal family, I lived on the fringe of it.

  Then Silas happened.

  He fell into my life from the sky, quite literally, and that was really the moment my life changed for good. With him, I was no longer on the margins of royal society - I was smack in the middle of it. That’s what happens when Silas is your man.

  It’s funny, the first time I saw him I felt little but spite towards him. Sure, he was too good looking for his own good, but I had a hard time seeing past his arrogance and messed up personality. Not in a million years would I guess I would eventually share a bed with him. And when I say a bed, what I really mean is a life.

  We got married a few months after he proposed. The media went completely insane after his speech and marriage proposal, and not a day wouldn’t go by without some tabloid or news network running a piece on us. It was somewhat hard to get used to all that attention, at first, but then I learned how to deal with it: you block it out and carry on with your life. Once you learn how to do it, it gets pretty easy from there. But the way Silas had approached the issue, laying out his soul for the entire world to see what he’d done had pretty much taken the bite out of the media firestorm before it even started. There were a few initial voices that tried to manufacture a scandal – some even tried to create a moniker for me – Princess Prurient. But the vast majority of the people in St. Penares were behind their Prince and the media could sense this. In fact, the vast majority of the media was behind Silas. They had only covered his antics because they were given nothing else. Given the love that we displayed for each other, they quickly discovered that happiness and love outsell scandal – at least for us. The surfacing cell phone videos of Silas at Finnegan’s protecting me didn’t hurt in endearing all the people – even his detractors – from falling in love with us as a couple.

  When people even began connecting the dots that Nadia Moore was Sir Jeffrey’s brother, and that the Moore family had wanted Edith covered up, the public backlash was immense. Nadia went abroad almost immediately, setting herself up in an apartment in London. Apparently she didn’t feel welcome in St. Penares. I wonder why?

  Edith and Ethan became famous overnight and Silas brought Ethan in to head up a project to take care of wounded warriors who were returning home and needed to adjust back into society.

  Even though the media was hun
gry for an over-the-top royal wedding, they couldn’t imagine the royal production that Mother and King Percivel ended up putting together, albeit a bit rushed. Silas told me it was the King’s wishes, and I happily agreed - what we had together was ours, everything else was for the world. Of course, part of the reason our ceremony happened so quickly and so huge after his proposal was political.

  His father, the King, had insisted on it - there was trouble brewing on the horizon, with some political voices opposed to the royal family gaining momentum, and I guess that a marriage such as ours was a good way to draw some attention away from those things. I didn’t care much about those court games; I was just happy to walk down the aisle in my white gown and see Silas waiting for me at the altar, that sweet smile of his on his lips.

  In just few months, my life had changed a lot. In all honesty, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Prince and Princess D’Avington - I have to admit, that had a ring to it.

  After the marriage we decided to go somewhere quiet and free from prying eyes, where we could enjoy ourselves without worrying too much about the media. We settled on the Swiss Alps - I had never been there, and the royal family had a luxurious cabin in one of the most beautiful places in the area. Immediately after the wedding ceremony, we took the jet to Switzerland and, from there, we went by helicopter to the mountains. Below us there was a carpet of white snow, the jagged peaks of the mountains reaching for the sky. It was so peaceful, so beautiful.

  The cabin was nestled in the foot of the mountain, part of a property that stretched outwards in every direction. Nobody really knew about our plans to spend our honeymoon in Switzerland, so I was fairly sure nobody would bother us there. Even if they tried to, security was pretty tight around the whole perimeter.

  When Silas had mentioned a cabin, I was expecting a small lovely wooden house with a big fireplace. Of course, the “cabin” was actually a residential complex with more than 20 rooms, a gym, an indoor swimming pool, a sauna and God knows what else. And all of it to ourselves - aside from the servants and employees in charge of taking care of all our needs, that is. It might seem like a fantastic thing, but it’s actually not something you get used to easily, having someone at your beck and call whose sole purpose is attending to all your desire. I was a grown woman and I knew how to take care of myself. But I was also a true representative of the royal family, being married to the heir and all… So there really was no escaping it.

  Once inside the cabin, I was pretty much in a hurry to get to our room. I wanted a proper wedding night and I would get one. Not that I had something to worry about - my husband was Silas after all.

  Husband. Uh, it still felt weird to think of him in those terms. My husband, Silas D’Avington. It still sounded fresh and new but damn, it sounded good. I was the envy of all the female population of St. Penares, and I couldn’t help but feel a little smug at that - he could have had any woman that he wanted to do, and he had chosen me.

  We dropped our briefcases in the main hall, and Silas picked me off the floor, sweeping me off my feet quite literally.

  “We’ll do it properly, love,” he said, a truly happy smile on his lips. God, it felt good to see him like that. He carried me to the room upstairs, only putting me down on the bed. I had already changed from my wedding dress to something more comfortable during the flight, but I was still looking fine: I was wearing tight jeans that fit closely to my legs in the most perfect way, hugging my ass and calling attention to its curves, and a dark blouse that showed a healthy amount of cleavage. Of course, the best part was underneath - a racy black lace thong and a patterned lace bra. It was all simple, as I liked it, but it got the job done.

  Silas was still wearing his groom suit and, if I wasn’t used to seeing him all dressed up like a goddamn Prince, I would be in awe. Of course, I was in awe at him all the same - it was hard not to, after all. I much preferred him naked, though. No matter how expensive and nicely tailored a suit could get, nothing could beat the rippled muscles underneath his shirt.

  I fought against the urge to pinch myself. I knew it wasn’t a dream, but it all seemed too perfect to be true. I guess happy endings are indeed a real thing.

  Silas looked at me with an edge to his smile. He pushed me back gently and I lay back on the mattress, looking up at him with eagerness. Still grinning, he undid his tie and took it out of his collar, unrolling it without taking his eyes off of me.

  He came closer and sat on the edge of the bed, the tie in his hands. I immediately knew what he wanted, and something inside me pulsed fiercely in anticipation. I extended my hands and he roped the tie around them; he then made me lift my arms and tied my hands to the bed’s overhead bar. I tested his knot and tried to break from it - there was no getting out, I was his to do whatever he wanted to. God, we hadn’t even started properly and I was already as wet as the Pacific.

  Climbing on top of me, he kissed my forehead gently, then kissed the tip of my nose and my lips.

  “I love you, Becca,” he simply said, looking at me as if I was the last woman on Earth.

  “I love you too,” I whispered back. It was such a simple thing to say, almost banal, but I still loved the way those words felt in my mouth.

  He ran his hands down my body, stopping on my jeans and undoing a button there. I squirmed slightly, knowing I was his to do as he pleased. He unbuttoned my pants very slowly, the dark fabric of my thong already showing a wet patch. I swayed my hips from side to side, almost begging for him to touch me there, but he didn’t do it.

  His hand went to my cheek, caressing it, and he brushed his thumb over my lips. I opened my mouth as he did it, and he placed his thumb inside my mouth. I sucked on it, just a tease of what I could do to him. He ran his fingers down my chin and straight to my cleavage, brushing his fingertips over the curve of my breasts and then continuing down to my stomach. There, he lifted my blouse and slid his hand underneath it, his warm touch against my skin making my throat dry with sweet anxiety. Instead of grabbing my breasts from under the blouse, he took his hands to my cleavage and, grabbing the fabric there, simply pulled on it and ripped my blouse apart. I wasn’t expecting it and I moaned in surprise, my heart beating inside my chest like an old war drum. He took his hands to my back and unhooked my bra, making it slide up my arms and pinning it against the overhead bar where the tie was knotted.

  I arched my back, feeling my chest heave as if I wanted nothing more than to feel his touch on my breasts, his fingers grabbing at my nipples. But, again, he didn’t do it. He stood there, looking at me and running his fingers down the side of my body as I was going completely crazy. If his plan was to make my head burst in anticipation, it was working.

  He untied my shoes and pulled them out, gently putting them on the floor. Then, as meticulously as he done that, he grabbed the hem of my jeans and pulled them down my legs. I lifted my ass up, making it easier for him. There I was, my arms tied to the bed and wearing only a thong, and still he wasn’t touching me. I could already feel my wetness dripping down my inner thighs.

  Just fuck me already! I begged mentally. Or kiss me or… Just touch me, please!

  Instead of doing that, he rose from the bed and, turning his back to me, crossed the room and opened a drawer. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but when he turned to me he had two rolled ties in his hands and a truly mischievous look in his face, which told me I was in for one amazing wedding night, whatever it was that he had in store for me.

  He unrolled the ties and, sitting at the foot of the bed, wrapped each one of them around my ankles and tied them to the bar, my legs spread wide.

  “Silas…” I whispered, the sound of it almost like a moan as I squirmed in place and found my movements very restricted. “I want you now.”

  He smiled at me, knowing he was totally in control. “Patience, love. Goods things come to those who wait.”

  “But… I don’t wanna wait… I want you now…” Damn, I was truly desperate for his touch. My heart beat so loud in my c
hest I thought it would simply end up exploding.

  He sat next to me, lowering his head so that his lips were just an inch away from mine. I tried to lift my head and kiss them, but I was tied tightly and couldn’t reach him. I lay there, neck craned out and parted lips, craving his mouth as he simply grinned at me.

  “Someone’s very eager,” he said, resting one finger softly over my collarbone and making my skin prickle. Just one touch of his finger and I was already going mad. He let his finger slid down, stopping right on the valley between my breasts. I could feel my nipples pulsing, yearning for his touch. But he didn’t touch them - he traced the contour of my right breast with his index finger, circling around it with only his fingertip smoothly brushing against my skin.

  I strained against the ties, closing my eyes and biting on my lip. I couldn’t believe I was in such a state when he was barely touching me.

  I let a moan escape my lips as his finger went over the curve of my breast and circled my rosy nipple without touching it. Then he went down, going to my other breast and doing the same there. He leaned into my breasts and relief washed over me as I thought he’d take his mouth to my nipple; yet, once again he stopped just an inch from it, blowing softly. His cool breath on my breast was making me dizzy - I was sure I would go insane if he didn’t touch me soon. For how long would I be able to endure that?

  He took his hands down my body, hooking the tip of his fingers on my thong. He grabbed it gently and it seemed that he would pull it down in an instant as he had done with my blouse; instead, he simply lowered my thong a miser inch, revealing my tan line. He took his lips there, brushing them softly against that white line of skin. I tried to thrust my hips upward but it was useless - I couldn’t move, and I was at his mercy.