by Misti Murphy
I can taste myself on him and it’s almost too much for me to take.
He hesitates in the door of the limo, while his gaze lingers on me with a softness that makes my breath hitch. “Now, run home, Cinderella. Leave this fantasy behind.” He glances at his watch. “It’s back to the real world for you.”
Back to the real world? The one without him in it? I can’t imagine it. I want to take hold of him and make it so this doesn’t have to end. But I don’t. Wrapping my arms around myself, I memorize every detail of his face as he shuts the door. I shouldn’t be so cut up about this. I’ll always have these fantasies, even if from now on they’re only enacted in my head, but somehow it doesn’t help. My reality and his could never fit together, could they? We’re from two different worlds.
Sitting sideways, I curl my legs tight against my chest and stare at the hundreds of lights that fly past as my fairy tale world turns into a big, fat, rotting pumpkin.
Chapter Twenty-One
Kaiser
Heading back into the ballroom, I spot Saran and pick my way toward where he’s loitering at the outer perimeter of the dance floor. His gaze penetrates the crowd, and I follow it to where Loz is dancing with some guy, some stranger.
“Are you going to tell them everything?” He doesn’t take his eyes off the dance floor.
“Yeah. But not until I explain things to Allie first.” My hand in my pocket, I run her silky panties between my fingers. I hadn’t wanted to send her home early, hadn’t wanted to let her go, but it had been part of the plan. Instead of fantasy taking over reality, tonight had been about reality drowning out fantasy. That was another reason I asked Saran and the others to join us tonight. And also because if there was anyone I wanted to show her off to it’s them. As much as I’ve kept my secrets from them, they know me. They’ve stood as family in lieu of my own. Telling them the truth is going to be hard.
Telling Allie will be harder. If there’s any chance she is going to believe I’m a real-life prince, we have to tear through this fantasy world we’ve built between us. She needs to understand I’m not playing with her anymore. So, I have to wait. I need to give her time to adjust to the idea that the fairy tale is over.
Another hour or so, that’s all.
“How do you think she’ll handle it?” He takes a swig from the glass in his hand, finally dragging his focus from Loz.
No fucking idea. I scratch at the nape of my neck. “Hopefully not like you did.”
“You screwed with my business. I don’t care if you’re the Prince of Karovka, the Queen of England, or the president, you don’t screw with what’s mine.” One side of his mouth lilts up. “But that’s not personal. It’s business. Although, personally, you did get one over on me, and I don’t much like that either.”
I grin. “Someone had to some time.”
“So you’re going to tell her tonight? But you sent her home?” He asks, slowly, no doubt drawing conclusions before he finishes speaking.
“Didn’t want to do it here.” I half-shrug, as though I can get all the ways she could respond out of my mind. As though there isn’t an entire soccer team stampeding in my gut. “I needed to know she could keep my secrets if I told them to her, but if I’d told her here she wouldn’t have believed me. It’d have all seemed a part of these fantasies we’ve been playing.”
“She might not believe you anyway.” He drains his glass. “You understand how hard it might be to convince her?”
“I’ll manage.”
We watch Loz and her dance partner. Their skilful moves, the way he’s holding her a little closer than necessary. Saran’s dark gaze could freeze hell itself, but his face remains impassive, his muscles relaxed. I don’t know how he just stands there pretending like it doesn’t faze him. “What about you? Are you ever going to tell her?”
“No.” A nerve jumps above his eye, once, twice and then settles down to nothing.
“You don’t think it might be a good idea?”
“I think you should mind your own business.” He pulls out his phone and starts texting someone about something, dismissing the conversation.
“Sure should.” I glance at the clock. It’ll take me thirty minutes to get to Allie’s, and I want to be there a minute after midnight. I don’t want to waste a minute more than that. “So I guess I’ll come in to the office before I head back to Karovka. I’ll explain everything to the team then. Hopefully they’ll forgive me. You guys have been family to me.”
“They know that. I know that.” Saran grumbles under his breath. “Still, no one likes surprises when it comes to this type of situation. Don’t expect them to take it easy on you.”
“Like you did?”
“Invite them to the royal wedding. That’s if you can get Allie to believe you. They’ll forgive you.” Saran smiles, but he’s in work mode now, head still bent to his phone, so there’s no point in saying anything more. I leave him to it, beating a quick path out of the Lux and into a waiting car.
I fidget with the thin strip of material in my pocket as we leave the Lux in the distance. I don’t know how this is all going to work out, or if she’ll even believe me, but I’ve given enough time to trying to pretend that she isn’t exactly what I want. I’m not going to waste any more of it.
My erection strains against the seam of my pants the way it has all night, my balls so tight it’s painful. I planned to tell her that I’m a prince, a real one, not her fantasy version once I got her alone, but as much as I need to tell her about who I am and what that means for us, talk might come second tonight, because I need to be inside my beautiful Allie. I need her wet heat gripping me, I need her soft curves yielding to me.
Putting up the privacy screen, I take her panties from my pocket. I want her so ready for me, so on edge that she’ll cum for me the minute I plunge into her. I sure as hell won’t last long the first time. Yanking down the zip on my pants, I free my cock and wrap her panties around it. Fuck, she’ll be perfect. Her tight cunt sucking me in. I fist myself, stroking slowly, each motion a sting of painful pleasure that has me hissing between my teeth.
Does she even know what she does to me? Picking up my phone, I open the camera and press the video icon. I want her to see how hard she makes me, how desperate I am for her.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Allie
The clock didn’t even strike midnight before I was flying home like Cinderella, watching my world tumble down around me. Getting out of the limo, I barely notice the dirty puddle of liquid that soaks the bottom of my dress as I stumble toward the stairs of my apartment. The crack of my heel as it snaps on the rough lip of one of the steps makes me flinch. Wetness blurs my vision as I slip it from my foot and cradle it, limping the rest of the way. It feels fitting that this beautiful night, this amazing fantasy I’ve had with Kai would end like this.
After I step into my apartment and steady myself, I discard the other shoe before making a cup of tea. I don’t mind that I’m not playing pretend anymore. It’s for the best. I was getting too deep, too lost in the man. A man I’m not certain I even know.
I dunk the tea bag a few times as I stare into my cup, as though I can find the answers to who he really is at the bottom. Probably not, if I’ m honest with myself. But our time together felt real. His touch felt honest, his gaze sincere.
And he’d told me things. Real things he’d told nobody else. Hadn’t he? At least they’d felt real to me, but I can’t be certain. I squeeze my eyes shut. He’d practically said this thing between us wasn’t over, that it was no longer fantasy when he took my panties from me tonight, but I don’t know what that means. Part of me doesn’t want it to mean anything.
I leave the bag in the steaming water and carry my cup with me to my room. I kind of wish he’d meant what he told me, that he intends to carry through on what he said. But at the same time there’s no point to holding out hope. After all, this was all supposed to be make-believe.
Except there have been moments when I’m su
re it’s real. Times where I couldn’t see the line between fantasy and reality. Like now. I’m still hoping it’s real, when it can’t be. Because if the things he told me about his family and his responsibilities when it comes to taking over for his brother are true; if he really is, as I believe, a millionaire with social expectations to shoulder, there’s no point in me pretending to be the kind of girl a guy like him would choose to have in his life. I could never fit in, never be good enough to be part of his reality.
I set the cup down on my bedside table and undress. Time to put an end to this crazy. My cell buzzes softly, making me jolt, and I unlock the screen. My gaze darts to the time. Midnight. Always midnight. Why do I even look? I open the message from him to find a video that has my core clenching, and wetness slicking my thighs. His cock. My panties wrapped around the hand he’s using to stroke himself.
My knees wobble, and I bite my lip. I never got to find out what it would be like to have him.
“Allie, open up.” The banging on my door makes me jump, my pulse race.
I scramble to find something to put on, settling on wrapping the sheet around me as the banging becomes more insistent. My legs get tangled and I almost end up on my ass as I race from the bedroom to open the door for him.
He stands in the door frame, his breath coming in sharp bursts. His shirt is untucked, crumpled, and does nothing to hide the bulge of the erection straining against his zip. My mouth waters as he traps me with his lust filled stare.
My skin warms, tingling under his attention as he crowds me back, shoving the door closed behind him. A feral growl emits from between his lush lips as he boxes me in against the wall and tears the sheet away. “Fact, Allie. I want you so much it fucking hurts.”
My hips roll as he presses his hardness to my belly, his mouth sinking to mine. All tongue and teeth, so wild it makes me heart skip a beat and steals the breath from my lungs.
“This is real,” I whisper. I don’t know whether I’m asking for confirmation from him or simply reiterating it to myself. That this is, in point, not a dream. This is everything I’ve imagined from the first time I saw him.
“Completely real.” He smooths his palms down the front of my thighs, pushing my legs wider. “I’ve wanted your cunt wrapped around me from the first time I saw you. Your big eyes drinking me in like you were so fucking thirsty to have me rammed tight inside you. I’ve been frustrated as hell, thinking about making you cum on my cock. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” I hiss as he presses his hand to my throat, his other hand exploring my pussy while he takes my mouth again.
He flicks the blunt tip of his thumb across my clit, and I whimper into him, my hands digging into the taut muscles in his neck.
“You’re so wet for me,” he says against my lips, his breath almost as erratic as mine. He slips his fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices from them with a groan. “And sweet. Fuck, you’re sweet, beautiful.”
“Kai, please.” The throbbing in my core is almost too much. I’m going to cum the moment he gets inside me. I’m desperate to feel the heat of him, his cock stretching and filling me.
“You broke me, Allie, but I welcome it. Just to hear you call me Kai, like you know I’m yours alone. As though you’ve chosen who I am to you.” He slides his thumb along my bottom lip, while he uses his other hand to undo his pants, pushing them down his thighs along with his boxer briefs.
Then he picks me up, his fingers digging into my ass while he slams me against the wall. Rasping my neck with his mouth, he pushes the head of his cock against my entrance, and I whimper. I need to have him. I need him to fuck this excruciating need from my body.
“You’re dripping for me. All over me.” He unleashes an animalistic sound against my mouth as his cock nudges at my clit, over and over, my wetness coating us both. “I need to feel you bare on me. I know you’re clean, and I am too, because of Vice’s rules. Let me?”
I can barely think about mandatory screening processes. I’m so hot and needy for him, I try to say I’m on the pill but it comes out a gurgle whimper from the sweet flood of sensation that makes me have to have him. Now. I can’t wait, can’t do anything but nod.
With one swift stroke, he plunges inside me, his cock filling me and causing me to cry out as he pins me to the wall with his body. “You feel so fucking good on my cock.” His hand curls around the back of my neck, our faces pressed together. “I’m not going to last long this first time. I’ve been so frustrated not giving in to this need for you.”
He pulls out breathtakingly slowly, the friction causing pleasure to bloom through every nerve ending inside me, before slamming into me again. Over and over he pummels my body, my senses, until I scream. Until I’m clawing at him, begging him to take me faster, harder. “Just fuck me. Just fuck me, Kai. Fuck me.”
His fingers tighten in my skin, as he lets go, his cock ramming deep inside me with the frantic thrust of his hips, which only intensifies every sensation until the pressure becomes too great. I cum fast, so fast. Screaming out, I get lost in my orgasm. It washes over me, a throbbing pleasure that seems to drag on each time he rocks into me.
He lets out a guttural roar as his cock pulses inside me, his weight sinking into me, holding us both up.
“So beautiful.” He grunts, and I drag my eyes open to find him watching me, his eyelids heavy over those beautiful greens. The corner of his mouth flicks up, as he brushes my sweat-damp hair back from my face and nibbles at my bottom lip. “So fucking beautiful.”
He gathers me up, his arms winding around me. “Which way to bed?”
I point out the way as he carries me, his steps impeded by his pants around his thighs. “I-I only have a twin.”
“Doesn’t matter.” I can feel his voice vibrating through his chest as I rest my head against the hard muscle. His heart beats steadily below my ear. There’s something about its consistency that makes this all the more real.
He clears the door and tosses me onto the mattress before shedding his pants and shirt. For a moment he only watches me, scrubbing a hand along the ginger scruff on his jaw, his brow furrowed.
I want to ask him so many things. What’s real and what’s not. Where he’s from. His name. The burning desire to know him has never abated. I don’t think it ever will. Then he joins me, pulling the cover over our naked bodies and curling me into him. His hand cups my pussy as he nibbles a trail along my neck, his finger exploring my sensitive flesh. “Do you have feelings for me, Allie? The way I do for you?”
Yes. No. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” He dips a digit inside me and a shiver curls its way up inside me. I want him again already. That much is true.
“I don’t know you.” How can I? We’ve danced around fact and fiction for so long. “I don’t even know your name.”
His finger curls inside me for a beat, then gentles. “I didn’t lie to you. I’ve never outright lied to you.”
“So what is it?” I can’t get enough of his touch as he fucks in and out of me slowly with his fingers, grazing my clit with his palm. A floaty kind of pleasure starts in my core that has my hips undulating. “Wilhelm or Kaiser?”
“Both.” He licks and sucks at my neck, brushing my hair away from my shoulder so he can press his teeth to the skin there. “It’s Wilhelm, and Kaiser, and a couple other names tossed in for good measure. I prefer Kaiser, especially when it’s coming from you, but it’s not my first name. It’s not the one the people in my social circle refer to me by.”
“That’s Wilhelm?” I turn to face him and he rolls onto his back, dragging me on top of him.
“Surely you can see why I chose not to use it.” He’s already hard again. His fingers dig into my hips as he drags the length of his cock along my slit until my breath hitches. “I told you how I lived my life before you, no one knowing more than a shadow of me. To do what I wanted, to experience that freedom, I had to be someone no one knew. Do you think that would have been so easy
if I didn’t hide who society knows me as?”
“I guess not.” What he says makes sense, but it kind of gnaws at me that these feelings I do have may not be for who he actually is.
“Tell me, are you on the pill?”
“Yes.” I bite my lip as I rock on him. The sensation of his hardness rubbing at my clit is delectable.
His gaze darkens, almost as though he’s disappointed with the answer. I don’t know what to make of it, though my gut clenches, a heaviness at the idea that he wants me for more than tonight. At the same time, it scares me. He and I belong in different worlds, and for a short time they’ve collided, but he’s said all along that this is only transient for him. The idea that I already want too much makes my heart ache.
Then he lifts me up, centering the head of him at my entrance. Lowering me inch by inch he impales himself in me. With one hand on my hip he controls our rhythm, while the other cups my breast, sending sparks dancing from his fingers when he pinches my nipple.
“Get lost in us, my beautiful Allie.” He pulls me forward and brushes his mouth over the dip at my throat before dragging his lips over each of my breasts. “Get as lost as I have.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kaiser
For the past hour, Allie’s been asleep across my chest, her thighs still enveloping my hips, her hair splayed out over my arm and throat. I want to keep her there forever. I want to feel her breasts continue to rise against me, and the plume of her warm breath stir the hairs on my chest. This isn’t me. I don’t lay in bed with a woman on top of me after the act. No, I leave them to sleep alone, drink whisky and go home to my own bed. It’s what I’ve done for the past five years. Even before that.
But she feels so right in my arms. So perfect and sweet. My cock hardens, as her soft flesh brushes against me. Twice isn’t enough. A hundred times won’t be enough.
