The King's Virgin Bride: A Royal Wedding Novella (Royal Weddings Book 1)

by Natalie Knight

  “Someone’s done, alright,” he tells Percy, looking straight into his eyes. “But that person’s you.”

  Nolan

  The look on Percy’s face is priceless.

  Swear to God, I’d spend a fortune just so I could capture his expression of surprise. He wasn’t expecting me to storm in like this, and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting me, of all people, to take the phone out of his hands.

  His eyes are wide, so much that they’re bulging out of his sockets. There are beads of sweat on his brow, and his lips are a thin line of disbelief. Just like I said: priceless.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” He asks me in a subdued whisper, taking one step back.

  I close the distance between us, grab him by the scruff of his shirt and push him back until he’s pinned between me and the wall.

  “The tables have turned,” I growl, leaning in and smelling the fear. My blood’s boiling, and I’m more than ready to move in for the kill.

  “What are you talking about?” He insists, looking toward the door, almost as if he’s looking for a way out. No such thing right now. He had us all trapped for so long, and now he’s the one cornered.

  “You’re lucky we put up with you for so long,” I continue, and Kieran and Carter join my side. I look from one to the other, and return the smile on their faces. “The only reason we put up with you for so long, was that we didn’t know the reason behind this bullshit marriage story of yours.”

  “Fake marriage? That’s not—”

  “Shut the fuck up, Percy,” I tell him, and then I just slap him. I don’t even dignify him with a punch. No, I just slap him with the back of my hand, doing it as if he were a little bitch. Well, not as if he weren’t—he truly is a little bitch.

  “Your debts—”

  “I don’t give a fuck about my debts,” I continue, cutting him short once more. And slapping him again, of course. Fuck, this feels good. More than good.

  “I know all about your bullshit, Percy. I know you have nothing on me. It’s all smoke and mirrors, motherfucker. I’m free from your grasp.”

  “I’ll fucking ruin you, I’ll destroy all of you!” He shouts, looking around the room with scared eyes.

  “You’ll do nothing of that sort, Percy.” I finally let go of his shirt, and he just slides down the wall to the floor, crumpled like an empty paper bag. “You know what I did before coming here? I called the fucking cops.”

  “The cops?” He asks me in a whisper, his voice so low that I can barely hear him. But I don’t need to hear him—I can smell his fear.

  “The cops,” I nod. “I did a little digging you see. I made a few phone calls, dug through a lot of financial files, and discovered a few things about all these shell corporations you’re involved with.”

  This time he doesn’t say a thing. He just looks up at me, cowering, and both his hands start trembling at the same time. He knows I’ve got him. He knows there’s no escape.

  “Stacy’s father isn’t in any real trouble, is he? The companies you used to buy a majority stake in his company are all bullshit. The money you used was all fraudulent, and a good portion of it funneled through money laundering operations. I always knew you were a pathetic weasel, but I was actually surprised to find out just how much of a fucker you are.”

  “That’s…that’s a lie!” He sputters, talking so fast that spit starts dripping down his chin. He wipes it with the back of his hand and then tries to go up to his feet, using one hand to support himself against the wall.

  “Well, you pulled through,” Kieran says, patting me in the back.

  “You did, man,” Carter adds in, placing one hand on my shoulder as well.

  “All I needed was some direction,” I tell them all, taking one step back from Percy. “The moment I knew what was going on with Stacy’s father, it was just a matter of doing some digging.”

  “You have no proof, none at all!” Percy continues to sputter, his eyes focused on the door. I know that, given the chance, he’ll just run for it. Tough luck for him, though—he’s not going anywhere.

  “You’re wrong, Percy,” I whisper, enjoying the way I can’t stop smiling. I reach inside my jacket and remove a couple of folded documents from the inside.

  “Here’s your proof,” I continue, throwing the papers against him. They float around his body, drifting down to the floor, and he just stares at me slack-jawed.

  He doesn’t need to see the documents.

  He knows I have him.

  “NO!” He cries out, doing it like a girl, and then starts racing toward the door. Moving fast, Kieran reaches for him and grabs him by the collar of his shirt. He pulls on him hard, and throws him over the large table.

  “Not so fast, asshole,” Carter adds, closing both doors and locking them. “You’re stuck with us now. At least until the cops get here, that is.”

  Percy gets up, looking around the room for an exit. For a moment, I almost think he’s going to jump through the window. I dismiss that thought almost immediately—a coward like Percy would never do something like that. I can imagine him going down on his knees and begging us not to turn him in, but it’s too late for that.

  We could’ve been a family, the four of us, but Percy never wanted that.

  He’s my brother, yes, but that’s just on paper.

  My real brothers are Kieran and Carter.

  “Is this real?” Stacy whispers, coming up to me and hugging me tight. I look into her eyes, and smile as I see them brimming with tears—tears of joy.

  “Yes, it is…as real as it gets, Stacy. You’re free.”

  Stacy

  You’re free.

  The moment I hear these words, I can’t stop it—I feel the tears coming, and I don’t even bother trying to stop them. I let them run free down my face, ruining my makeup, but I don’t even care about it one bit. This time they’re tears of joy, and it feels good to have them run down my face.

  Hell, it feels more than good. It feels absolutely perfect.

  “Please,” I hear Percy whisper, and his voice is weak, frail…and pathetic. Just like he is. It’s almost funny, though—I can’t believe I’m hearing him like this. It’s such a far-cry from his arrogant ways. I probably shouldn’t feel like this, but screw it—I’m enjoying each and every single second of this.

  “Please?” I repeat, walking up to him, my voice so harsh it sounds foreign to my own ears. He’s sitting on one of the chairs, his hands tied behind it, and his eyes are wide with desperation.

  We really didn’t have to bind him, but I guess, we kind of wanted to see him like that. I know I didn’t want to pass up the chance to see him tied and on the verge of tears.

  The Master Manipulator on his hands and knees, at last.

  He played us all, made us dance like puppets…but he ended up dancing to our tune, didn’t he? A tune he never expected to hear.

  “Are you begging us for mercy? How do you expect me to show you any mercy when you treated me like an object? When you used me, when you threatened to destroy my family?” I continue, looking down at him with…contempt? Pity? I don’t even know how I feel toward him anymore. Before all this, I hated him, but now…I just don’t care about him.

  I have my freedom.

  I have my men.

  I’m not going to waste a single thought on this shadow of a man.

  “And here they are,” Nolan whispers, peeking through the curtains as a parade of police cars stop on the driveway.

  A small army of men in uniform start rushing toward the house, hands on the butts of their guns as if expecting to find some kind of financial Scarface holed up in this mansion, guns ready to blaze.

  “Chill out, guys, your man’s right here,” Kieran says, opening the door to the ballroom and casually waving toward Percy. “We got the job done.”

  Without a word, the cops step into the room, racing toward Percy.

  “You’re under arrest,” one of them, a tall guy with a bald head, growls at Percy. He haul
s him up to his feet, cuts the rope we had him bound with and replaces it with a set of brand new handcuffs.

  Percy’s no longer just on the verge of tears—no, he’s crying like a little girl, tears running down his cheeks as he sobs, snot hanging from his nose.

  Now that’s a sight I want etched in my memory forever.

  “Please, stop them!” Percy wails, looking at his three brothers, pleading for them to rescue him.

  He hasn’t given up yet.

  “Do you seriously think you’ll see any mercy from us?” Kieran says, walking toward him and stopping the cops before they drag Percy out of the ballroom.

  “After what you did to us…after what you did to Stacy…you’re not our brother, Percy. You’re no one. Father would be ashamed of you…and so are we.” He takes a deep breath, runs one hand through his hair as if he’s trying to rearrange his thoughts, and only then does he continue.

  “And the moment you enter that police car waiting for you right outside, we’ll all forget about you.”

  “No, please…” Percy continues, but Kieran just turns his back to him and walks toward me. I watch over his shoulder as the cops drag him out the door, leading him outside and stuffing him inside one of the cars on the driveway.

  The moment Percy’s inside the car, he lowers his head and buries it in his face, sobbing and wailing uncontrollably. Even from here, I can hear his cries out of utter desperation. I tuned them out real fast.

  Just like Kieran said, the moment the doors close, I forget all about Percy.

  That chapter of my life has been closed.

  And a new one is about to begin.

  Going on tiptoes, I brush my lips against Kieran’s and then turn around to look at Carter and Nolan. They walk toward me, their eyes never leaving mine, and place their hands on my waist. I’m right in the middle of them, circled by three perfect men, and I’ve never felt as happy as I do now.

  My life couldn’t be any more perfect.

  I know that I should be picking up the phone to call my father, but right now I simply don’t want to waste any time. I’ll do that later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this moment.

  “We did it,” I whisper, looking at the three of them. I can hear my heart beating fast inside my chest, and I’m so happy that I can’t even think straight. I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline, desire, or whatever—all I know is that I want them to pick me up from the floor and take me upstairs to one of the rooms.

  Or, hell, maybe they could just fuck me right here. I know I wouldn’t mind.

  “Time for some celebration, wouldn’t you say?” I ask my men, and the look on their eyes tells me they agree.

  Time for some celebration indeed.

  Stacy

  We don’t wait long.

  Not even one minute has passed after the last cop car left the driveway, and the four of us are already holed up inside my bedroom. Sure, we could have done our little celebration downstairs, but a proper celebration needs a proper bed.

  Besides, we now have all the time in the world to fuck inside every single room in the house. Which I expect we’ll start doing soon enough.

  Turning around to face the three of them, I suck in a breath and exhale, pushing my tits out for the men I've come to love.

  I'm here for the full experience now. This isn’t about casual sex, and I no longer fear Percy.

  I’m free now, and this is about…love.

  God, my heart is beating so damn fast and my panties are a wreck. I'm so wet and sticky from being so turned on.

  I can't believe this is really happening. For a time, I never thought my fantasy would come true. It seemed…impossible.

  To beat Percy and end up loved by three perfect men?

  No, I can’t say I believed that this would be how my story would end.

  But here we are.

  Those sheets are shockingly clean, I think, looking back over my shoulder at the bed. We'll fix that. I started to tuck my thumbs under the corner of my top but that's when Kieran and Carter each grab an end and rip.

  For a half of a second, I want to protest, but, fuck it, this is so hot.

  "Finally," I say, and they all smile. My voice has this slutty little lilt to it, and I didn't mean for it to happen, but I roll with it.

  "Fucking finally," Nolan agree in a slow drawl that makes my pussy tingle. I want that mouth on me.

  Kieran grabs one of my free tits.

  "That’s right…you’re ours now," he says, winking at me.

  "All yours," I repeat, my blood heating up with desire.

  The men all exchange looks and Carter lifts me up in his arms.

  I straddle him, grinding my pussy against his hard cock and push my breasts into his face. He drops me against the bed and pulls my arms up. He pulls back, and I can tell by how he's looking at me that I'm not supposed to move.

  That's when Kieran and Nolan pull my pants off, then my panties.

  I'm squirming with need while doing my best to keep in this position. Though I'm not opposed to feeling some discipline should I misbehave, of course. Everything that comes from them is perfect, even punishment.

  I want a taste of everything they have to offer. I promise myself—and my wet pussy—that I'm going to go all out and have the fuck of my life tonight.

  Tonight, we celebrate.

  Shyness need not apply, because tonight I'm all about making the most of this experience. Since I met them, that's how I've started to think about every moment. I guess these men have changed my perspective in all sorts of things they’ve shown.

  Tonight, they'll show me even more.

  Carter's pulled off his shirt and he's working on his belt now. I'm ready for him now, my pussy aching to be stretched by him.

  Oh, I swear, the moment he pulls it out, I'm going to suck his cock like a big lollipop.

  I'm wet, but I need to wrap my mind around taking that cock. What better way than with my lips?

  I think I'll swallow him down my throat as much as I can, and give him a preview of how I want to squeeze that monster cock with my pussy when he finally does fuck me.

  I turn my gaze to Kieran and Nolan. They're both hard bodies, too, and their cocks are good company. Fuck, my pussy stays in a constant drenched state around these gorgeous men, a throbbing as sure and constant as a heartbeat aching to be fucked by them.

  As they undress, I feel my actual heart beating faster and faster, racing with the need that’s consuming me.

  They’re all fucking huge. They are rock-hard, pulsing, and I'm licking my lips as I see them all coming right for me.

  I can’t believe I’ll have three magnificent cocks like these just for myself, for the rest of my life.

  Stroking their hard cocks, they come toward me. Carter brings his cock to me first and I scoot my ass across the bed a little so I can give him a deep suck. I know how to suck cock—I sure learned with them—and I'm proud to show off.

  "Let me take you deep."

  I take delight in knowing that my mouth on the men I love ruins them for all other women. Not that I need to—after me, there’ll be no other women. I’m theirs, yes, but they’re also mine.

  I'll rock his world, I don't mind saying so.

  "Fuck, put your tongue out. Stacy,” he tells me, his words brimming with lust. “I'm going to slap that naughty tongue before I ram this down your throat,” he tells me, his words making my pussy become even wetter. “You're such a bad little girl, aren’t you?"

  "Oh, you have no idea."

  I'm going to suck him so hard he'll be begging to fuck me.

  "Can you keep that up when I'm deep in your pussy?" Nolan grins, stroking the length of his cock against me—I'm wet, slippery and sticky all over here—mixing some pre-cum that dribbles from his massive cock. "I think this is a challenge I want to see you meet."

  Kieran grabs my hand and puts his cock in it.

  "Keep me hard while you get railed, baby. I'm using all the cum you make to fuck your ass so hard, you
forget your name."

  I can't help but gasp at the erotic promise in his words. Heat coils through my body, insistent and raging inside me, longing to be sated.

  Well, fuck, this is even better than I could've imagined. I am so goddamn wet that my whole body is aching.

  I put my tongue out for Carter and he slaps a nice mushroom stump to my tongue. He's salty, masculine to the taste, and I love it. I moan as he rams his cock deep down my throat.

  I focus on breathing through my nose and swallow him up.

  He's groaning.

  It is so hot when you hear a man make that kind of sound when you take his cock. Nothing says job well done quite like that. It gets me even wetter.

  I'm pumping Kieran's cock in my hand, stroking my thumb across the sensitive underside. I can't believe this whole cock is going to be in my ass later, but I'm more than up to the challenge.

  That's when Nolan presses the tip of his cock on my pussy.

  He doesn't wait; he doesn't pause. He slams his cock balls-deep into my pussy and I stretch to take all of him, rolling my hips for him.

  At the same time, Nolan's thumb is working tantalizing circles on my clit and that makes me buck against him and he holds my thighs down, far apart, as he keeps slamming into me.

  Fuck, I keep stroking Kieran while Nolan's cock drives me wild, and I'm sucking Carter, working damn hard to focus on making sure he's having the goddamn blowjob of his life.

  He pulls out. My tongue works with the suction I keep, and I feel him already throbbing for my mouth.

  He thinks fucking my mouth is good?

  Wait till he's in my pussy.

  Nolan's hands are pressing so hard into my thighs I know they are gonna bruise, and he's fucking so hard into me that I'm screaming out against Carter's cock, but I'm keeping the pumps up on Kieran's cock.

  Nolan trails his hands up to my hips, and I'm shivering from his hands leaving my clit for that moment. That's when he moves the angle and he's hitting my g-spot and rubbing my clit perfectly.

  Kieran pulls my hand off his cock.