The King's Virgin Bride

by Natalie Knight

  And then there are the fucking perks.

  What exactly would one call them? Fringe benefits, or bonuses? I shrug and grab my coffee.

  It doesn’t really matter what they are called, what matters is I have them. I’m that fucking lucky.

  The phone on my desk rings and in my hurry to get to it, I spill some of my coffee.

  “Hello,” I breathe into the receiver.

  “Heavy breathing can only mean one thing,” Oliver says and I suppress a laugh.

  “Really?” I play along.

  “Really.”

  I wait but he doesn’t say anything.

  “Am I interrupting something?” he asks after a while and now I giggle.

  “Not really. But maybe I should get you to define ‘something’. Because obviously, if you take something to be an unknown thing, then yes, you are interrupting something”

  “Stop,” Oliver interrupts my flow of words and I smile in satisfaction. Me one, Oliver nil.

  “You ready for the meeting?”

  “Sure am.”

  “You’ll bring your work?”

  “Yep.”

  “Ok. I’ll see you in Eli’s office.”

  He hangs up and I wonder why he called. Was he checking up on me to see if one of the others was with me? I shake my head. I doubt it.

  Remembering the spilled coffee, I go to grab some paper towel and get onto all fours to mop up the mess.

  I’ve been in this position plenty of times lately. Of course not on my own. Usually, I’m in the company of at least two if not three other guys. And not just any guys, no, the fucking hottest and richest guys a girl could dream of having.

  So engrossed am I in my thoughts, I don’t hear the door open. It’s not until I hear the clearing of a throat that I look around.

  Lucas is standing in the doorway.

  “Looking for something?”

  I shake my head. I’m acutely aware of my ass sticking up in the air.

  My tight black above-the-knee skirt has ridden up a little, but I’m pretty sure he can’t see my pussy. And so what if he fucking can? He’s seen it plenty of times before.

  “I spilled coffee,” I respond but stay where I am. Bad girl Sofie’s in charge. Good girl Sofie would have straightened up immediately, but not bad girl Sofie.

  “Need some help?”

  Lucas walks into my office and closes the door.

  Instantly, the temperature increases by like a thousand degrees. My pussy feels hot and a little wet the second I hear his deep voice.

  Before I can reply, he crouches down next to me.

  His hand runs down my back and finds my ass. He rubs it and then lets his hand go further, below my skirt and up to my pussy.

  “Mm,” he mumbles and leans toward me. “Looks like you do need help.”

  My lips open a little and my tongue comes out. All of this happens involuntarily.

  A knock on the door interrupts us and I scramble to my feet. Lucas is a little slower and more graceful in getting up.

  Eli’s face appears.

  “Thought I might find you here.”

  I frown.

  “Of course you’d find me here,” I start but he interrupts and points at Lucas.

  “Him. I’ve been trying to buzz him but have been told he’s out of the office. It didn’t take long to put two and two together.”

  Lucas shrugs.

  “Thought I’d accompany Sofie to our meeting and help carry her notes.”

  “Are we expecting Oliver to come as well to offer his service as personal escort?” Eli has his hands in his pocket and looks relaxed.

  I shake my head.

  “I don’t know. I didn’t expect Lucas either. Or you,” I add and shake my head.

  “Let’s go,” Lucas looks at his watch. “Our meeting is due to start in five and Eli hates it when we’re late.

  Laughing, we leave my office.

  Halfway down the corridor, I stop and turn back.

  “I forgot my notes.” I explain. I’m back in a flash.

  Oliver is waiting in Eli’s office.

  Over the last few months, I’ve learned that the boys take turns to have these meetings in their office. Apparently, it seems the fairest way. Everyone gets a turn and each secretary gets lumbered with the work after the meeting.

  And this is exactly one of the reason our relationship works so fucking well.

  It’s been a few months now and to this day I’ve never heard them argue. Sure, we’ve had robust discussions—me included—but there’s been no shouting, yelling, threatening or pouting.

  Everyone’s opinion is respected, even if the other disagrees. Everyone’s position is listened to and discussed and then either voted on or acted upon.

  And if that wasn’t enough, they’re fantastic at sharing me.

  We’ve moved in together into the most fucking amazing house. The word ‘house’ as far as I’m concerned is a fucking over statement. Mansion or palace is how the abode should be more accurately described.

  It’s a place we chose together. Sure, Lucas narrowed it down to about ten. I tried to stay out of it, since it was a lot of money and none of it mine. But my men—how fucking fantastic does that sound—were adamant I had to help choose.

  When I saw the shortlist, picking the winner was easy.

  Our new house has a fucking awesome view, a pool, a massive garden and more bedrooms than we’ll ever need.

  “A personal escort,” Oliver greets me. “My, my, you must be important.”

  I giggle.

  Walking beside Lucas and Eli and the earlier episode has left me horny as anything.

  “You brought the latest on the wheat problem?” Lucas asks and Eli closes the door.

  Oliver is sitting on the couch, a piece of furniture Eli acquired a few weeks ago. And of course we’ve made use of it already. Use other than sitting on it and drinking cups of coffee.

  “Yep,” I put my bundle of papers onto the desk and turn to them. “Do you want to hear about the breakthrough in stem rust in wheat?”

  Oliver rolls his eyes.

  “Maybe a little later,” mumbles Lucas and the tone of his voice leaves my insides melting.

  Eli invites me to sit on the couch.

  “You know the company policy, Sofie, don’t you?”

  I tilt my head a little to the right and pretend to think.

  “Company policy,” I mumble and put my finger to my temple. “I can’t quite recall it. I might need a little help.”

  Eli’s sitting next to me and puts his hand on my thigh. His fingers drum an unheard tune on it.

  “As you know, we have many company policies,” he starts and Oliver slides next to me.

  His hand finds its way under my skirt.

  A little cat-like purr escapes my lips.

  Fuck, these guys know how to get to me.

  “The company policy we’re referring to right now is the one called it’s not healthy to only focus on work. All work and no play leads to a stale frame of mind.” Oliver adds.

  Eli frowns.

  “That doesn’t rhyme.”

  Oliver shrugs.

  “I don’t fucking care. You write a better one.”

  Lucas appears in front of me. I can see he’s already hard as a rock. His fucking big cock is bulging against the material of his pants.

  “Need a little help?” I ask and before he replies, my fingers are already opening his zipper. His fumble with the button.

  Eli’s fingers are getting my top off and Oliver’s hands are busy with slip.

  When Lucas’ drops his pants, his dick jumps for joy and I lick my lips.

  “Did you make sure we won’t be disturbed?” asks Oliver and Eli only nods.

  It’s going to be one fucking long meeting.

  3 Men of the House

  An MFMM Romance

  By Daphne Dawn

  Copyright 2017 by Crimson Vixens

  All rights reserved

  This is a work
of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Stacy

  "We're almost there. Thank fuck,” Percy mutters under his breath, looking out the window. “I’m fucking tired of being in here with you."

  We’re driving through Southampton in the back of the limousine so graciously provided by Percy, my captor. His father has just died—an auspicious heart attack—and we’re going to the palatial family compound to hear the reading of the will.

  "So very nice to hear, Percy,” I whisper, gritting my teeth and looking down at my hands, out the window, pretty much anywhere but at him. “The feeling’s mutual. This is a fake marriage, nothing more than that."

  "Listen,” he tells me, turning on the seat to face me, his eyes narrowing into two thin slits. “Just fucking do as I say. Be silent and act pregnant. You have one job—so get it right."

  Percy is determined to inherit everything, including his father's company, Raine's Petroleum. He’s somehow gotten his hands on the will and he knows what's required for the inheritance: whoever’s most likely to perpetuate the family line will inherit the company—thus, my fake pregnancy.

  Percy couldn’t get me pregnant anyway—he’s Percy, through and through. I'm sure he couldn't get it up for me even if he needs to make a real baby, and even if he wasn’t gay.

  I can’t even tell you how fucking glad I am about that.

  I don’t want his affections, I don’t want to feel his touch, nothing. Because he's a total monster. I shudder remembering the look on my dad's face when Percy came in and demanded I go with him.

  Our fathers were once friends—partners even, but when Percy's dad, John, died, he took control of the company. My dad was screwed out of his share.

  Percy now claims my family owes him a ridiculous amount of money, and he basically took me as ransom so that I could be part of his scheme to take over everything.

  "You’re so sure this plan of yours will work,” I say, steeling myself to look over into his beady little eyes. “It won’t. People won’t believe it—everyone knows that you're gay."

  "It doesn't matter,” he chuckles, his eyes locked on mine. “All that matters is that fake baby you are supposedly having inside you. That’s all they need to believe.”

  "You evil, petty man,” I whisper, balling my hands into fists. “Karma will come back to get you."

  "Shut up, you stupid little bitch. This has nothing to do with you, and as long as you're with me, you better keep your goddamn opinions to yourself. Otherwise, I promise you and your family will be out on the fucking street, just like Barbara."

  He’s already taken the liberty of kicking his stepmother Barbara, his father's newest wife, out of the house. I think about her, and how one day everything was fine and the next she’s virtually homeless.

  John never amended his will to include her, and Percy knows it. I don’t know how he did it, but he’s managed to read the will beforehand.

  John apparently never thought he would die so young and so he never took measures to protect his latest wife. Though he should have been smarter than that if you ask me.

  Percy just kicked her out of her own home. That tells you plenty about how ruthless he is and why I’m in this car, with this man.Pretending to be pregnant is apparently my only purpose.

  "You know," I say to him, icy rage in my voice. "My father's never going to let you get away with this."

  He laughs like what I've said is an impossibility. "Your father has no choice. He knows I will ruin him if he takes even a step out of line."

  It quiets me down, just like he knew it would. I know Percy is holding something over my dad's head but I don't know what, even though I’ve tried to get it out of him. It’s got to be big, though, and I’m really concerned about whatever transpired between them. It makes me uneasy to think that Percy has my father on some hook, to make him do as he wishes without recourse.

  Just thinking about it is enough to leave me in a depressed state...as if I wasn’t heading there already.

  I stare out of the window blankly, unaffected by all the houses and the grandeur that surrounds us.

  I want nothing more than to be free…but for my father, I’ll do anything. I’d marry Percy a thousand times over if it means my dad will be okay. This sacrifice is the least I can do for my family, to help them out of this tight spot.

  I only hope I don't always have to spend much time in Percy's presence. I can barely stomach it. His soul is truly rotten to the core.

  "We're almost there. If there are maids or anybody around, anyone at all, you better fucking play your part. Act inlove,” he tells me, a sick grin on his thin lips, so I can tell he’s enjoying this little game. Like he’s getting off on this shit.

  "That will definitely take some acting."

  "Stacy, Stacy…fucking shut up already. I don’t give a shit about you. You could live or die as long as you serve your purpose first."

  "You’ll never get away with this." I keep telling myself this, hoping if I say it enough it will be true.

  He smirks. "Oh, but I already have."

  We pull up to a giant, wrought iron gate and I can see the place is like a fortress.

  The limo enters down the long driveway that’s lined with flowers and trees. There are gardeners milling about, but while the grounds are just stunning, nothing can excite me right now.

  The place is pretty, sure, but I can’t appreciate any of the beauty because it also represents a loss of freedom. This thought tends to distract from attractive architecture.

  "Here we are, home sweet home."

  I say nothing.

  "You should be grateful that I'm putting a roof over your head," Percy says.

  "How could I ever be grateful to you for anything?” I look at him incredulously. I will never understand how he can be so wicked. “I’ll never forgive you, Percy."

  He shrugs. "Well, you don't have to forgive me or even like it. But you better plaster a fucking smile on your face right now or it will be all over for your family."

  I shoot him a dirty look but then do as he says. What choice do I have?

  The driver opens my door.

  "Thank you so much. I'm so happy to be home," I whisper, putting a fake smile on my lips. What’s one more fake thing?

  "Of course, Mrs. Williams. Let me get your bags."

  "Alright, Albrecht, thank you," Percy says. "We won't be needing the limo for the rest of the day."

  I look at the huge, imposing house and wonder how many days I will be stuck here, pining for my escape from this deal.

  How did this happen to me?

  Kieran

  I'm waiting inside my father's estate, tapping my foot against the floor as I see the limo rolling up the driveway.

  I’m absolutely certain Percy has a plan to finagle my brothers and me out of our inheritance. He’s always been a greedy motherfucker and I saw this coming from a mile away.

  Our father died so suddenly, and I know that instead of grieving like he should, Percy just wants to see how much of the family fortune he can take for himself.

  He kicked Barbara out of this very house I'm standing in and that means Percy’s plan, whatever the fuck it is, has already been set in motion.

  That motherfucker must think the money is his already.

  I hear the limo pull up and prepare myself for confrontation. He's not pulling this shit off on my watch. And he definitely won't be expecting to see me here.

  The minute he walks in, I try to throw him off.

  "Hey, Percy."

  My voice startles him. Good. I want to laugh when I see the nervous twitch of his eye. The fucker's always been afraid of me. I’m taller, broader, and stronger than hi
m and he knows that I see right through him.

  "Kieran? What are you doing here?"

  "What do you think?” I say, unable to keep myself from smiling. Okay, so I wouldn’t stop myself from smiling at Percy’s failure if I could. “I’m here to stop you from stealing our father's fortune."

  What Percy doesn't understand is that I’m here to make sure he doesn't implement our father's will in the wrong way.

  I was adopted by John after my parents died in an oil well explosion. He took me under his wing, and it was because of his guidance that I’m successful today.

  I know our father didn't think Percy capable of such deviance, as he always played the perfect son, but I always saw him for what he really is.

  Percy gives me a look like I’m totally beneath him. "Well, our father's money has nothing to do with me. He has his will all laid out. I don't even know what it says."

  "Like hell you don't." I don’t even try to keep the sneer off my face.

  Just then I’m the one caught off guard by the ravishing beauty entering the front door. I’m used to seeing gorgeous women—and fucking gorgeous women—but nothing like her. She’s petite, with crystal clear blue eyes, long wavy blonde hair, and a tight little body that makes my cock harden like steel in a fraction of a second.

  She walks in like she's timid, her anxious gaze letting me know she’s afraid—but of what? Percy doesn't even bother to introduce us, so I do the honors myself.

  "Kieran," I tell her, offering her my hand, my gaze roving all over her body. Fuck, she’s hot.

  She smiles despite her morose mood. "Hi, I'm Stacy...Percy's wife." She cuts her eyes toward Percy and some unreadable expression crosses her face.

  The fuck?

  Percy’s gay. This tells me all I need to know—he's definitely up to no good.

  "Wife? How interesting that Percy’s taken a wife,” I say, chuckling as I cock one eyebrow. “I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

  Despite myself, I can't peel my eyes from Stacy. She’s fucking gorgeous—a woman who I’d be working on nailing if she weren’t another man’s wife. Fuck, you know what? I don’t even care if she is Percy’s wife. I gotta have her, even if she is the wife of my gay stepbrother.