Royal Rock: A Bad Boy Royal Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  She reacted instantly. “Are you taking advantage of an injured woman?” she asked me.

  “Yes,” I answered. “Any complaints?”

  “Maybe.” She was smiling slightly.

  “Go tell them to the king.”

  She laughed and I kissed her again.

  She wrapped her arms around me. I slowly found her pussy, and it was soaking already.

  “Look at you,” I said softly, “soaking wet, despite the wounds.”

  “I can’t help it,” she said. “You took off my pants. My body just wants what comes next.”

  I kissed her neck, rubbing her wet pussy. She moaned as I slipped her panties down her legs, tossing them aside.

  She was dripping as I slowly pressed my fingers inside her, being careful of her leg. She moaned and kissed me back, taking my fingers.

  I began to work her like that, my fingers deep inside her, fucking her. I rolled them out and rubbed her clit, kissing her lips, her neck, working her. She groaned, moving her hips, working herself.

  She pushed me back and reached down to unbuckle my belt. I helped her, not wanting her to move too much. Once my pants were off, she pushed me back onto the bed and got on top of me.

  “Careful,” I said. “I’m hurt.”

  She laughed. “Suck it up.”

  “If I have to.” She kissed me and then stripped my shirt off and kissed my wound.

  “You do have to.”

  She kissed down my muscular chest and then pulled off my underwear. She took my cock in her hands and slowly began to stroke me. I was hard as fuck, and I got harder when she stripped her shirt off, tossing it aside. Her breasts were perfect, full and gorgeous.

  She slowly bent down and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked me slowly, her tongue rolling around my tip. I groaned, loving the way she sucked my cock. I knew we shouldn’t be doing this, since we were both hurt, but I wasn’t about to stop it.

  What Bryce wanted, Bryce got. If she wanted my cock, I’d give as much as she could handle.

  She pulled back slowly, sliding her hand up and down my length. Suddenly she straddled me.

  “Hold on,” I said. “The condom.”

  “Forget it,” she said, rubbing me against her soaking pussy. “I want you, Trip.”

  I grunted and took her hips. She slowly slid my cock deep inside her, and I was in fucking ecstasy.

  Nothing felt better than my bare cock deep inside her tight little cunt. She slowly rode me, and I helped her, my hands on her ass, sliding her up and down. She pressed back, working her hips, taking my cock deep inside her.

  I grabbed her then and rolled her over. She gasped, and her hair spread out behind her as I pushed deep inside her, fucking her slowly. I kissed her neck and her lips.

  “I want this pussy every day for the rest of my life,” I said. “I want to feel you, skin on skin. You’re so fucking wet.”

  I worked myself deep inside her. She spread her legs wide for me, taking my thick cock. I worked deep and slow, fucking her pussy, making her moan.

  “Trip,” she gasped as I knelt back and began to rub her clit. “Fuck, Trip. I’ve been thinking about this.”

  “I know,” I said, fucking her deep. “You can’t stop thinking about my royal cock.”

  She gasped as I began to fuck her harder. I knew what she wanted as I put her hands up above her head. She wanted me to take and to destroy her, to make her body bend to exactly what I wanted. She wanted me to make her mine, and that was what I was going to do.

  I pressed myself deep inside her, pinning her hands above her head and kissing her lips. She moaned, loving it, so I teased her nipple with my tongue and bit it softly. That made her moan again as I fucked her, sliding in and out of her soaking pussy.

  I released her hands and she grabbed on to the headboard bars. I cradled her head toward me, fucking her in deep, rough thrusts. I could feel the sweat beginning to drip down our bodies as we worked together, her hips rolling against mine as I thrust deep inside her, fucking her deep.

  I kissed her and then bit her lip, fucking her harder. She groaned, tipping her head back. I released her and then took her hair, pulling it slightly and grabbing her hip with my other hand.

  “Fuck, I’m so close,” she gasped. “So fucking close. Please, Trip. Fuck me.”

  “I’m your fucking king now,” I whispered to her. “I’m your fucking king, and you’re going to come for the king.”

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” she moaned. “Fuck me, Trip. Come inside me. I want to feel it inside me.”

  That set my fucking blood on fire. I fucked her harder, my thrusts getting more insistent. I wanted to fill her pussy with my hot cum, wanted to fuck her deep and fill her up with it. I wanted to put a fucking heir in her belly.

  She began to come, slowly at first, then faster, her body twitching, her back arched. She said my name again and again, and I groaned, unable to hold myself back.

  I came deep inside her. “Yes,” she gasped. “Oh fuck yes. Come inside me.”

  I came heavy, my mind a blank of pleasure as I continued to fuck her, our orgasms rolling through our bodies. My mind was like a pinpoint, laser-focused on her body as I came deep inside her.

  Slowly we finished. I pulled back and laughed.

  “What?” she asked.

  “My shoulder is bleeding again.”

  She looked at me, concerned. “Are you okay?”

  “Fine,” I said. “I’ll get a medic to stitch me up.” I kissed her softly on the mouth and then checked her thigh. She was just fine.

  I collapsed onto the bed next to her.

  “I love you, Trip,” she said.

  “I love you too,” I answered. “And now that we’re working on an heir, we’re going to have to make this official.”

  She blinked at me. “Are you serious?”

  “I’m very serious. I want to make you mine, and I’m going to.”

  She bit her lip and looked away. “Show me the ring; then we’ll talk.”

  I laughed and kissed her neck. “Okay, my fucking sexy queen.”

  “Queen.” She shook her head. “That’s insane.”

  “You’ll get used to it.”

  I kissed her softly again, and I meant it. One day, she’d be my queen and all of this would feel normal.

  We had a long road ahead of us, but the war was going to end now that I’d decided to commit some serious forces to crushing them. And she was going to need to learn Starklandian.

  Plus, the people weren’t going to like a foreigner as their queen.

  But I wasn’t worried about any of it. The only thing I needed was next to me in this bed. Bryce was going to be my queen, and she was going to give me little princes and princesses.

  The royal line wouldn’t end with me. While I couldn’t say that mattered so much to me, it did matter that Bryce was the one who was continuing it with me. Without her, all of this would seem less important.

  I had what I needed and didn’t even realize it.

  I had Bryce to make me whole again.

  37

  BRYCE

  Two Years Later

  “COME ON, Leo,” I said in a singsong voice. “We’re going to see daddy.”

  He cooed up at me and I laughed.

  “I know. He’s been busy lately. But it’s not exactly easy setting up elections in a country like Starkland. You’ll see one day.”

  I walked down the castle hallway, and for the thousandth time I got this incredibly surreal feeling. I couldn’t believe that this was my home now, that this baby was my baby, and that these clothes were mine.

  I was dressed in a long gown, fit for a queen.

  Since I was a queen now, of course.

  Queen of Starkland, plus a bunch of other titles that I was pretty sure were made up but sounded pretty good. Mostly I was just Bryce, and the king was just Trip. That was good enough for us. I tried to insist on that to my guards and my assistants, but they refused. Something about tradition.


  At least I was learning Starklandian. I wasn’t fluent yet, but I was pretty good. I could hold conversations and answer questions and such, but as soon as someone started speaking quickly or had a strange accent, I was totally lost.

  But I was working on that, like I was working on a thousand things. Being a foreign queen in a country like Starkland wasn’t easy, and people had been pretty upset when Trip announced the marriage.

  But they got over it when he crushed the rebels. It took him three months, and that was it. With the intelligence gathered from his victory over Corvin, they managed to find out their main supply bases and identify their leadership, and in three short months Trip sent all of his forces to annihilate them.

  He didn’t underestimate them, not like his brother had. And unlike his brother, he won.

  Defeating the rebels made him all that much more popular. In the days following our marriage and my coronation, which was lavish and incredible, the pro-monarchy feeling in Starkland was at an all-time high.

  And so it came as a shock when Trip announced his Freedom Reforms.

  I came to the end of the hall and turned right. I was pretty good at navigating the castle, though nobody knew it quite like Trip did. I finally found his office and opened the door.

  He looked up from his desk. My heart skipped a beat.

  “There they are,” he said, “my two favorite people in the world.”

  I walked over to him and kissed him. “Your Majesty.”

  “Your Highness,” he said back, laughing.

  I handed him Leo. “How’s it going?”

  “Oh fine,” he said. “Who knew that bringing a little democracy to this country was going to be so much work?”

  I shrugged and sat down in the chair next to his desk. “You have to write the rules, dear.”

  “The ministers should do it.”

  “They are. You’re just approving them. And then the elections can happen.”

  “But I don’t lose my job.”

  “No,” I agreed, “but your powers will be severely limited.”

  “Like that damn English queen.”

  “Not that bad,” I said, smiling.

  “Please, don’t let us ever get corgis and wear stupid hats.”

  “I promise.”

  He bounced little Leo in his arms, smiling. We’d wanted to get pregnant right away, but so much was happening in the country that we decided to wait. Plus, I needed to learn how to be a queen before I could learn to be a mother.

  Leo was like a gift from the heavens, though, and he filled my days with so much joy that I couldn’t even begin to explain it. He was everything we needed, and more.

  And when he got overwhelming, Lucy and my father stepped in. They came to live in the castle with us, mostly because I insisted on it, despite Lucy being even more obnoxious than usual. Trip gave in to me eventually, though he did put up a stronger fight than usual. But when it came to Trip, I could reliably get what I wanted.

  He rubbed his eyes, looking tired, and then handed me Leo back. “One year,” he said.

  “One year,” I agreed.

  “Then elections will happen, and Starkland will no longer be a true monarchy.”

  “How do you feel about being the King who brought democracy to his people?”

  “I feel okay about it,” he admitted. “Damn good about it, actually.”

  “Good.” I stood up. “Come find me in the royal chambers tonight.”

  He grinned. “Is Lucy taking Leo?”

  “She is.”

  “Good. I know where to find you.”

  I kissed him again, and then I left. I had a meeting to attend soon, and I needed to get Leo down for his nap.

  This was my life now. I took care of my baby and I helped to run a country that was transitioning to democracy. I couldn’t have felt more proud about that, and I knew I was doing something good and worthwhile with my life.

  Plus, Trip made everything easy. The way he smiled, the way he kissed me, the way he fucked me, it all still felt fresh and new and exciting. There was nothing routine or rote about our relationship.

  We may have been king and queen, but we weren’t stuffy.

  We were just in love. I would give anything for Trip, and I already had. And I knew Trip would sacrifice anything for me.

  We’d build this country into the greatest country possible. We’d do it together, because we were a team.

  I needed him, and he needed me.

  That was all I could ever ask for or need.

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