Royal Rock: A Bad Boy Royal Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  He released me, and I gasped, staring up at him, my mouth hanging open.

  “Stand,” he ordered.

  We stood together and he grabbed me, sweeping me off my feet. He tossed me over his shoulder and I couldn’t help but yelp, surprised.

  “Trip!” I said.

  “No time to waste,” he said, grinning. He carried me like that down the back hallway and kicked open his bedroom door.

  His room was simple, just like his main apartment. He threw me down onto the bed, and I giggled as he unbuttoned his shirt. I went to take off my dress, but he shook his head.

  “Leave it,” he said. “I went to tear it off you.”

  “You can’t. You’ll ruin it.”

  “Good. I have plenty of clothes you can wear.”

  “Trip,” I said, but it was too late. He’d already pulled off his shirt, revealing his incredibly gorgeous torso.

  I stared at his tattoos. “Do kings usually have so much ink?” I asked him.

  “No,” he said. “Rarely. But I’m not a normal king.” He got onto the bed and came toward me, pressing me down against the mattress. He took my hands and raised them up above my head, lightly holding them there. “I’m a very special king.”

  His free hand went between my legs, his fingers pressing deep inside me. I gasped and moaned as he fucked me like that. He held my hands down as he fucked my pussy, and desire flooded my body, insatiable and intense.

  He finally released me and opened a drawer on his nightstand. He took out a condom and tore open the wrapper.

  I watched him roll it over his thick cock. When he was finished, he took my legs, spreading them wide.

  He slowly pressed his cock against me. I gasped as his hips pushed forward and he was inside me.

  I kissed him, my hands digging into his hair. He moved slowly at first, letting me get used to his impressive size and thickness. I took him though, loving his thick cock, loving the way he felt deep inside me.

  He began to fuck me. He reached down to the hem of my dress and tore it with one fluid motion.

  “Trip!” I gasped.

  “I told you. I want to tear this dress from your fucking body.” He tore it higher up, making a slit up my side. He pressed it open and his hands found my breasts. He teased my nipples as he continued to fuck me, pushing deeper and deeper inside me, our bodies working and sweating together.

  Pleasure rocketed through me. This was what I wanted. Trip was taking me, controlling me. I was his to command for the night, and I was going to do whatever he wanted.

  He took my hands and pressed them above my head again, fucking me harder. I took his thick cock deep inside me, letting him slam his impressive cock deep into my soaking pussy. I was so slick and ready for him, I took him so easily, and I could tell I was losing my mind for him.

  He pulled back and then grabbed my hips. He pulled me up and turned me effortlessly. He took my hands and put them on the top of the metal headboard and then spread my legs wide. He finished tearing my dress up the side and then pressed his cock deep between my legs.

  I moaned, throwing my head back.

  “That’s right,” he said. “Take my fucking cock. Are you mine to do whatever I want with?”

  “Yes,” I groaned as he slowly fucked my tight pussy from behind.

  “There’s nothing I love more than seeing this fucking ass take my thick cock,” he said as he fucked my pussy. I moaned as he finished tearing the dress off my body and tossed it aside.

  I had no clue how much money he had just casually tossed aside like that, but it only made me want it more. I bucked my hips back, riding along his thick cock. He grabbed my hips and began to fuck me, slamming back inside me, making me take him.

  He reached forward and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. “You want me to fuck you rough, don’t you?” he whispered.

  “Yes, please. Fuck me, Trip. Fuck me. I’m so fucking close.”

  His hand reached around my hips and began to work my clit as he fucked me. I gripped the headboard tighter, rocking my hips back against him.

  “That’s right. Ride my fucking cock,’ he said. I obeyed, slamming my hips back, feeling him sliding deep in and out.

  He slapped my ass hard and I moaned. He slapped it again, and it only made me ride him harder. He grabbed my hips and pushed back. Then he pressed me forward. I took my hands off the headboard as he pressed my face into a pillow. I moaned loudly as he fucked me hard, mercilessly and savagely. I took his thick cock, completely out of myself.

  “Take your king’s cock,” he commanded.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck me, Your Majesty,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Trip.”

  “Tell me I’m your fucking king,” he commanded.

  “Trip,” I groaned, bucking back against him, so close, so desperate for him. “You’re my king. Command me. Do what you want with me.”

  He grabbed my hips and fucked me harder, and I knew I was going to come. I was moaning with wild abandon, saying his name over and over, telling him that he was my king.

  Then the orgasm washed over me. It took me from head to toe like a wave. I could barely control my body as it exploded through me, leaving my toes numb and curling. Trip continued to fuck me, not holding back.

  As I came, I heard him grunting his pleasure. His grip on my hips tightened, and I felt him come, his cock coming deep inside my pussy.

  Our bodies worked together like that, sweating and intense. I had no clue how much time passed, but I was outside time at that point. Finally, we collapsed side by side on the bed, wet and panting.

  “That was perfect,” he said to me. “Fuck, Bryce. You’re perfect.”

  I laughed and kissed his lips. “You’re just saying that.”

  “No. I mean it. You’re perfect.”

  I shook my head, smiling. I felt too good, too calm. I’d never felt this way before, not with anyone else. All I wanted to do was stay in his arms in this bed.

  It was right. I had been so afraid of this moment, so afraid of giving myself to him despite wanting it so badly. But this was right, and I couldn’t deny it.

  He wasn’t really my king, not exactly. But when I was in his bed, I’d let him command me, because that was exactly what I needed.

  18

  TRIP

  My body was buzzing with calm as I pressed Bryce close against me.

  The covers of the bed were a mess, and her torn dress was in a pile on the ground. The memory of her body close against mine came back to me again, the way her skin felt, her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.

  I took a deep breath. “I’ve been needing that,” I said.

  “Glad I could be of service.”

  “You always can be of service to your king.”

  She laughed. “Don’t start that.”

  “Seriously,” I said, kissing her, “I’ve been thinking about that since the moment I first saw you.”

  “I know. You told me.”

  “And you slapped me.”

  “I sure did. I don’t regret it one bit.”

  “Neither do I. That just made me want you more.”

  She smiled as I gently rolled off the bed, standing up. “I’m going to shower. Want to join me?”

  “Actually, do you have something I can wear? It looks as though you destroyed a perfectly nice dress.”

  “Sorry,” I said, grinning. “I can’t help myself.”

  “I can see that.”

  “You can wear something of mine,” I said. “Closet is there.” I pointed her to a door next to the bathroom door.

  She got out of bed, and I got a nice view of her bare body. I loved the way she moved. I felt my cock stirring again, and I knew we weren’t done for the night.

  I grabbed her hips and caught her, pulling her against me. I kissed her softly on the neck.

  “Already?” she asked, laughing.

  “Maybe,” I murmured in her ear. “I could be convinced.”

  She smiled and looked up at me.

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nbsp; Just then, I heard a sound in the other room. It was the door opening and softly shutting.

  I cocked my head, my eyes narrowing at the doorway. “Yes?” I called out. “Al? Do you need something?”

  There was no immediate response. The hairs on the back of my neck began to tingle, and a bad feeling welled up into my gut.

  “What’s wrong?” Bryce asked.

  I didn’t have time to answer. A man appeared in the doorway, his gun out. I could only react, my military training taking over. I grabbed Bryce by the shoulders and shoved her down to the ground near the bed, and I toppled over on top of her.

  The man’s gun went off once, twice. I felt pain flare up in my shoulder as we hit the ground, putting the bed between us and the attacker.

  Bryce screamed.

  “Stay down,” I said, shoving my hand underneath the mattress. The man was moving, but not fast enough.

  I felt the cold steel of the gun I kept there. Ever since I’d joined the military, I slept with a gun, loaded and ready, underneath the mattress. It wasn’t exactly safe, but it made me feel better. I wasn’t a crazy person, but I did live with a healthy dose of paranoia. Anyone who lived in the public eye had to, and that went double for monarchs.

  And I was sure fucking glad I did it, too. I pulled the gun and fired off some shots. The man turned and stumbled backward, firing wildly.

  I took better aim and fired again. I caught him in the arm and then the chest. I fired three more times until he fell to the ground.

  “Stay,” I said to Bryce, walking over to the man. I put another bullet in his head from a distance.

  Seconds later, Al burst into the room.

  “Your Highness!” he yelled. “What happened?”

  “An assassin,” I hissed at him. “Al, how the fuck did he get in here?”

  Al shook his head, shocked. “Nobody came in or out of the castle today without authorization.”

  “Where were you?”

  “Next door, Your Highness.”

  I nodded, my jaw tight. I’d forgotten I had relieved him. “You did well getting here so fast, Al.”

  “Your Highness, you’re bleeding.”

  I checked my shoulder. He was right.

  “Surface wound,” I said. “He clipped me. Take care of this.”

  I tossed the gun aside and quickly went to Bryce. She was huddled on the ground next to the bed, her eyes wide.

  “It’s okay,” I said to her. “It’s okay. I’m going to get you some clothes and then we’ll get out of here. Okay?”

  “Who was that man?” she asked.

  “An assassin,” I said. “This was probably the real plan. The attacks were just a distraction.”

  “Trip,” she said softly, “you saved my life.”

  I shrugged and got up as more security people started to come in.

  “Everyone,” I barked, “get the fuck out. Secure the perimeter. Search the castle room by room. Any unauthorized people are to be taken to the dungeons. Lock the doors. Nobody in or out until I say so.”

  The men reacted to my command instantly, relaying orders over the comm system. I got a pair of sweatpants and a shirt out of the closet for Bryce and handed them to her before getting dressed myself.

  Once she was clothed, I helped her up. She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly against her.

  “It’s going to be okay,” I said to her. “I promise, assassins are not a common thing these days.”

  “Trip,” she said, “you killed him.”

  “He’s not the first man I’ve killed,” I said softly.

  I pulled her back and kissed her lips gently. “Come on. Let’s get into the other room, away from him.” I picked her up, swooping her off her feet, and carried her into the living room. I didn’t want her to have to step over him, or risk her stepping in his blood.

  Once there, I put her down on the couch. I got her a blanket and began to make tea.

  “Sir,” Al said, “the castle is locked down. We’re beginning the sweep now.”

  “Update me every five minutes,” I said. “When the sweep is complete, update me every fifteen.”

  “Understood.”

  “And get someone to clean up this fucking body.”

  “Yes, Your Highness.” Al disappeared back outside.

  Once the herbal tea was finished, I carried it over to Bryce and placed it down in front of her. I sipped from my cup, frowning at her.

  “Are you okay?” I asked her.

  “I think so,” she said. “I mean, I’m not hurt. Just in shock.”

  I nodded. “Of course. That sort of thing should never happen here.”

  “It should never happen anywhere.”

  “Of course, but my security failed. I was too cocky.”

  “Trip, this isn’t your fault.”

  “I wanted privacy,” I said, angry with myself. “I dismissed our guards because I wanted to be completely alone with you. That was foolish.”

  “It’s not your fault,” she said. “It’s this war.”

  “It is this war,” I said, feeling the anger rise. “It’s this war and those violent bastards in the south.”

  “Are you sure it was them?”

  I laughed, nodding. “Of course.”

  “I heard someone say that nobody unauthorized was allowed in or out of the castle today,” she said.

  “That’s true.”

  “So how did that guy get in here?”

  “I don’t know,” I admitted. “We’ll find out who he is soon.”

  “Trip, what if someone let him in here?”

  I stared at her for a second. “Only ministers and high-ranking officials were allowed in here today,” I said slowly, “plus you and your family.”

  “We didn’t let him in,” she said.

  “Then someone in my administration did.”

  She nodded but was silent.

  I stood up. “Fuck,” I said. “Fucking fuck.”

  Who would betray me like this? There were so many possibilities. I knew some of my ministers had democratic leanings, but I didn’t think any of them were out-and-out traitors.

  I knew I was unpopular. People wanted Leo, my perfect older brother. They thought he would have been the perfect king and ruler, but they were stuck with me. Nobody was happy about it, least of all the ministers and the democrats.

  But I never in a million years imagined that my own ministers would try to have me killed. Or at least I never thought someone would turn against me like this.

  “Who do you trust?” Bryce asked me.

  I clenched my jaw. “Max. Lynette. Richter, to an extent.”

  “Bring them here. See what they know.”

  I looked at her. “Are you giving the king advice?”

  “I’m trying to help Trip, not the king.”

  I cracked a small smile. “Very well. I’ll consult with them. For now, you need to go back to your room. I’ll have George stand guard.”

  “No,” she said. “I’m not leaving you.”

  I went to her and knelt down in front of her. I took her hands and kissed her knuckles. “You’re strong,” I said, “but you’re a foreigner still. This is a crisis, and right now I can’t have whispers about you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she said softly. “People might think something bad about me.”

  He smiled and nodded. “You hit me once already.”

  She smiled softly. “True.”

  I stood up and walked to the comm panel. I hit some buttons. “Send George,” I said.

  A minute later, there was a knock. I let George into the room.

  “Your Majesty,” he said.

  “George, would you die to protect Bryce?” I asked him.

  “Yes, sir,” he said. “If commanded, I will obey.”

  “George, take Bryce to her room. Put her inside, close the door, and stand guard. Nobody enters or exits for any reason. Understood?”

  “Yes, Your Highness.”

  “Put a si
milar detail on her parents’ room.”

  “Yes, Your Highness.”

  “Wait outside.”

  He left. I walked over to Bryce. “Okay,” I said. “You should go.”

  “Okay.” She stood and frowned at me. “I’ll be okay.”

  “I know.” I kissed her quickly and then she left the room. I caught a glimpse of George leading her back to her room, his weapon at the ready.

  She’d be safe with George. Besides, Bryce wasn’t the target.

  I was.

  Somebody wanted to kill me. I knew that in the abstract many democrats in the south wanted me dead, but there was a dead body in my room, someone sent to kill me. We only survived because he didn’t respond when I had called, and because I happened to be a fucking paranoid sleeper.

  I shook my head, angry and confused. I didn’t know how this had happened.

  But Bryce was right. I needed to consolidate my power, and quickly. I called for Max, Richter, and Lynette, and then I got an update from Al.

  We’d come up with a plan, the four of us. We’d figure out who the traitor was, and quickly.

  And then we’d hang that fucking bastard from the ramparts for the whole fucking city to see what we did with traitorous dogs.

  19

  BRYCE

  When I decided to come to Starkland, I figured it would be a fun, easy vacation. We’d do some sightseeing, maybe go to some museums, probably eat some new foods.

  I never thought I’d end up sleeping with the king, let alone watching him kill a man.

  I’d never seen death before. I’d actually never seen someone shoot a gun. It was loud, really loud. Nothing like in the movies at all. The gun had looked dangerous and powerful, not like one of those little peashooters in the movies.

  I couldn’t believe it had happened. As I sat there alone in my room, George just outside the door, I kept going over the moment in my mind.

  Trip had grabbed me and pushed me away. That was his first instinct, to protect me. Next, he dove down on top of me, further protecting me. He almost got killed because of that.

  And then he grabbed that gun and shot back.

  If he didn’t have that gun, we’d be dead. Al wouldn’t have gotten to us in time. We just wouldn’t have survived without Trip.