Her muscles began to relax, and I pulled my face away and began to move my body upward. I rubbed the head of my dick against her wetness, but didn’t push it in just yet. I hovered over her face. She began to grind her hips against my shaft, begging with her body for more. I pressed my mouth against hers, this time with lust and need, letting my tongue explore her taste.
I groaned as she moved her hips hard and fast. Though it was sensual, I found myself challenged to give her as many orgasms as her body could handle. I reached down and lifted my shaft upwards, laying it down between her lips and letting her rub her nub against it. She moaned in extreme pleasure. I wanted to push into her, hard and fast, but the thought of making her come from just the feeling of me against her was so arousing, I couldn’t help myself.
I lowered my hips against her and began to match her movements, feeling her wetness surrounding my shaft. I had every intention of bringing her to orgasm with the motion of my hips, but she had other ideas. She shifted her hips and reached down, grabbing my dick and shoving it inside of her.
I groaned, and my lips curled up into a mischievous smile. Her forwardness turned me on like crazy, along with her ability to take control when I was least expecting it. I grabbed her hips and turned over on my back. Adriana straddled me and pulled her negligee from her body, revealing herself to me. She began to ride me slowly.
At first, she pressed her hands against her thighs and swirled her hips wildly over me, feeling my body rub against hers. Then, showing she wasn’t ready to give in just yet, she leaned back, reached between my legs, and massaged my balls. I helped control the movement of her body with my hands.
I ran my fingers up between her breasts. They bounced around with each movement, hypnotizing me. She moaned loudly, her head back and her eyes shut. I reached forward, taking her right hand and placing her fingers on her clit. I pulled my arms behind my head and flexed my pelvis, pushing in deeper and enjoying the sight of her pleasuring herself while pressing down hard, as if she couldn’t get enough of my cock.
The sight alone was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I took in a deep breath and steadied my thoughts. Tonight was not a race to the finish. It was a slow, steady crawl. And while she rubbed her nipples and caressed her breasts, bouncing up and down on my dick, I could tell she didn’t want this to end any sooner than I did.
Under the flickering lights of the fire, our erotic shadows danced across the ceiling. I settled in, ready to take Adriana beyond any pleasure she had ever experienced.
Chapter 11: Adriana
I lowered my body down, over and over again. I could feel his cock pulsate inside of me. The sensual surroundings of our room and the unfiltered passion coming from both of us added to the buildup. I could feel myself reaching another orgasm. I ground my hips against him, feeling feverish in my attempts to have him as deep as he could go. My juices were running down his shaft, and with each clash of our bodies, the sound of our skin colliding echoed through the large, dark room.
I looked down at him, biting my lip and scanning his huge biceps as he watched me intently. His eyes were almost as dark as the night. I put my palms down on his chest and pushed down, feeling his skin massage my clit. As I pushed in deep, that orgasm I had held at bay exploded, sending pleasure through my entire body. I threw my head back and arched my back, screaming loudly. I felt him grab my hips and pound his dick into me, over and over, heightening the orgasm.
My body shook and twitched from the intense arousal, and I fell to the side, letting him pull me close against him and enter in from behind. He reached over and lifted my leg, wrapping it back around his legs as he spooned me, thrusting slowly through my intense wetness. He groaned loudly in my ear as his cock plunged into the warm river below.
Before I could even uncloud my mind from the most recent round of orgasms, I felt that familiar warmth in my stomach. Breathing heavily, I rested my head on the pillow and concentrated on feeling every inch of his shaft as it moved in and out. His smooth hand rubbed across my hip and stopped on my hand. He pushed my arm down and placed my fingers on my sobbing wet clit, but I moved back and grabbed the base of his cock, feeling it slide through my hands as he pulled it out and plunged it back into me. He growled at the extra sensation, and I immediately pulled my fingers up and began rubbing fast and hard against my clit. I wanted another orgasm, and I wanted it bad.
As soon as he felt my hand tighten and my fingers move savagely over my nub, he too began to feel the need to increase his movements. What began as a sensual turning and twisting of bodies quickly became a race to orgasm. His hands clamped down on my hips as he thrust, and I could feel his teeth pressed gently into my shoulder.
“I want to feel you come,” I screamed out. “I want it so bad.”
“Yeah, Adriana, come with me, baby,” he growled loudly.
I bit my lip as we moved and pushed our bodies further than I had ever experienced. His cock reached its hardest position and began to pulsate. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I screamed out, grabbing the sheets and thrusting my ass backward.
I let the orgasm wash over me, and I could hear him groan loudly and press one last time, hard and deep, before releasing. His body tensed behind me, and his hands dug into my hips. We sat perched at the height of ecstasy for several moments, before crashing into each other, a pile of lust in the center of his huge, soft bed. All I could think was, wow.
He curled his body around mine and pulled the covers over top of us. I could no longer pretend to be awake and full of energy. I slipped into a deep sleep, feeling the comfort of my new husband’s arms wrapped around me. Although I was always aware that this marriage was a sham, at that moment, there was a part of me that let it feel real, even if it was just for a moment.
Several hours later, when my eyes opened and adjusted, I realized that was exactly what it was, just a moment. I reached along the soft sheets but found that Milos was gone. I was alone in his unfamiliar chambers.
I laid there for several moments, staring at the shadows dancing across the walls from the fireplace. There was an uncomfortable unfamiliarity about my surroundings. So I pulled myself from the bed and grabbed a robe from the side table. I wrapped the soft, warm cloth around my body and tied the straps tightly around my waist before slipping from the room and out into his sitting area.
The castle was cold at night, and I blushed as I opened the main doors, finding my servants waiting outside in the hall. They said nothing, just bowed deeply to me and walked quietly in front, showing me back to my wing of the palace. It was uncomfortable knowing they had seen Milos leave his bride on their wedding night, but it was even more uncomfortable that I knew deep down it was all a game.
“Would you retrieve my things from the Prince’s chambers?” I asked.
The head servant smiled kindly and bowed her head, still silent in the night. I nodded and walked through my sitting area and directly back to my room. I grabbed a towel and almost rushed to the shower. The main bathroom was luxurious, with smooth marble countertops, ornately designed tile floors, and gold fixtures. The shower was a large open area, and I stepped underneath the waterfall of hot water, breathing in the steam.
I washed my hair and my body, taking an unusual amount of time to scrub the layers of makeup from my face. As if washing was just another distraction from my mind, I continued until my skin was red and warm to the touch. The luffa fell from my hands, onto the tiled soapy floor. The water continued to cascade over me, and an empty feeling filled my chest. It was as if all the magic of the day was over and had completely left the room, leaving an uneasy reality in its place.
That reality infiltrated everything for the next couple of weeks. I did my best to stay out of the way, out of the Queen’s chambers, and out of my own lonely mind. Milos was gone, nowhere to be seen. I knew he had traveled somewhere, since his plane was no longer in the hangar.
The servants were kind, but I found no comfort in their words or actions. I was shown the stables,
where I was given my own horse. That kept me going during that long period of silence. I would take my horse, Nelly, out into the countryside, riding for hours, not paying any attention to the time of day. At first, it was hard to get used to the constant following of the guards, but after a while, I didn’t even notice them. Instead, I filled my time with the Silesia countryside and taking walks through the town. I found the people of the country warm and inviting.
Two weeks had passed since our wedding day, and I still had not heard from the Prince at all. I checked the papers to see if the media had followed, but I found nothing there, either. The Queen was gone, tending to the business of the Kingdom, and I was left alone to my own devices, something I didn’t mind much.
During the day, I had taken Nelly out for a ride, but the dark storm that moved over us in the afternoon forced me back to the castle. I laid in my bed that night, listening to the rain through my bedroom windows, unable to find sleep. Finally, I decided a warm glass of milk was what I needed to help me fall into a dream world. I dressed and decided to get it myself. A walk through the castle to clear my head would give me something to think about, other than Milos and this whole ridiculous debacle I had gotten myself into.
As I rounded the corner into the main area of the castle, I looked up to find Milos staggering through the hall. He was obviously drunk and couldn’t seem to find his way to his own wing of the house. I shook my head and sighed as I approached him, putting my hand under his arm and supporting some of his wobbly weight. He smelled like whiskey and cheap perfume, and a strange tinge of jealousy pierced my chest. We said nothing to each other as he stumbled toward his chambers. The guards opened the doors and shut them behind us.
“You are so sweet,” he slurred.
He grabbed my arm before I could turn and leave. I felt anger rise in my throat, and I slapped his hand away, feeling nothing toward his advances.
“How dare you,” I said. I choked back angry tears, wanting to appear strong. “You’ve ignored me for weeks, and now you think you can stumble into the castle and have whatever you want?”
“What did you expect?” He pulled back, an irritated look on his face. “You do remember this is a fake marriage, right? You signed the contract, and there was nothing in there that said I had to spend time with you.”
“Why did you seduce me that first night, then, if you didn’t feel anything toward me?”
His actions were astounding, and I was completely taken back by his rough self-absorbed demeanor.
“It was all part of the plan, my dear,” he said drunkenly. “I knew you were too dewy-eyed to resist my charm. I wanted to drive the nail in and fuck you, so you would have no qualms about saying yes to my proposal. Besides, if I was going to be stuck with you for an entire year, I wanted to try you out first.”
Those words wounded me like a knife. Even though I knew it was a sham all along, I didn’t realize that Milos was such a cold-hearted asshole. Tears burned at my eyes. I reached back and slapped him hard across the face. He reached up, put his hand to his cheek, and peered at me angrily.
My heart skipped a beat. He pushed me hard up against the wall, pointing his finger in my face. I kept my face composed, so I didn’t show fear, but at that moment, I felt like I needed to get the hell out of there before things turned ugly. Before he could even speak, I kneed him hard in the balls and added one last slap for good measure. He leaned over, grabbing his crotch and groaning. I turned and bolted from the room, not even looking at the guards as I passed.
Down the corridor, I flew with my bare feet slapping against the marble floors. I heard the servants trotting along behind me, but they slowed as I ran into my sitting area. I heard the doors shut behind me. I had never been so disrespected in my entire life, and the feeling became very overwhelming. Tears flooded my eyes, and I fell to my knees on the plush Persian rugs. I pulled my hands up to my face and sobbed gently into them.
The pain in my chest deepened, and I no longer knew what to do. I felt truly hopeless, and I wondered how I could possibly endure an entire year in this place. I was alone, and I’d never felt more alone in the world.
Chapter 12: Milos
My eyes stayed clenched as my alarm blared across the room. I had to get up. I had been gone two weeks, and everyone was starting to get suspicious. My head pounded from the copious amounts of whiskey I had drunk the night before. However, as I opened my eyes, my mind was distracted from the throbbing headache by the horrible, pulsating pain in my balls.
I reached my hand down and cupped them, curling into a ball from the stomach ache everything had given me. I reached over and grabbed my phone from the side table as it buzzed noisily. I pressed the button, and a text from Zlata, thanking me for last night, popped up on the screen. I cringed when I saw it. Not only was she my best friend’s little sister, she was a complete rich bitch. I had zero desire for her in my life, though it seemed I had given her some sort of attention the night before.
I tossed the phone to the side and pulled myself from the bed. I looked for my robe that seemed to be missing. The shower called to me from the sleek marble walls, and I tripped through the doorway, stubbing my toe and cursing under my breath. I climbed into the hot water, and I felt my senses start to re-emerge, which would have been good if the memory that popped into my head wasn’t a terribly cringeworthy one.
I had been a complete and total asshole to Adriana the night before. I mean, I was an asshole all the time, but usually, it was masked with some sort of royal charm. This time, however, I could remember not holding back in the least. My throbbing balls and red cheek made perfect sense, but I couldn’t help but chuckle at Adriana’s verbosity and strength.
The truth was, I felt terrible about what happened, but I had disappeared on purpose. Between the romantic and nostalgic feelings I had felt during the wedding, well, fake wedding, and the peace I had in my chest while making love to Adriana that night, I feared waking up to her would be the end of life as I knew it. Her beautiful smile and early morning hair would have been the end of all of my freedom, so I fled.
I took the jet and flew off to the city, ignoring her, and drowning thoughts of her beautiful face in liquor and strippers. But no matter how much I indulged, no matter how many shots and lap dances I got, I couldn’t get Adriana off my mind. None of the sexy voluptuous broads I paid to distract me did anything for me. It was miserable. So, I returned to Silesia and, apparently, had blown the entire thing.
The water was beating down hard over my body, like my conscience had been doing the entire time. Visions of my outburst and terrible words whirled around in my head. I leaned forward, hoping the rushing water could wash it away. Adriana was a stripper nomad who came from a broken home in Liverpool. There was no way she was right for me. Even if she was the right girl, I had blown that to smithereens last night. I had no idea if there was any hope that it could be fixed at this point.
However, seeing that I was going to be dealing with Adriana for the next year, I figured that I should probably make an effort to fix what I did last night. I breathed deeply as I turned off the water and jumped out of the shower. I quickly dressed in something comfortable and casual and called to one of my servants. I ordered them to make sure that one hundred dozen roses were delivered to Adriana’s room while she was out. I had seen her ride out of the stables as I dressed, so I knew she wouldn’t be back for some time. I also ordered them to send me word when she had returned so that I could be in her chambers when she arrived back.
I sat impatiently waiting for her return for several hours before a guard stuck his head in the room and nodded to me. I pulled on my shoes and ran through the castle, wanting to get inside before she saw me. As I entered the room, I was overcome with the smell of roses. The bright red flowers filled every crevasse of her sitting area. It was incredibly romantic, and I was even impressed at the thoughtfulness I was capable of at times.
My nerves were raised to the highest point I had felt in years as I watched the
door handle turn. I stood up straight and fiddled with my hands, unsure of where to put them. Adriana walked into the room, looking down at the floor, but she stopped at the smell of the bouquets that filled the sitting area. Her eyes got big as she looked around at the blooming buds, but her face was stern and straight as her gaze fell upon me.
“Before you say anything,” I said, raising my arms and stepping forward. “I owe you a huge apology. I was not in my right mind, and what I said last night was cruel and uncalled for. I am hoping that we can take note of last night’s events but move forward, finding a positive way to interact with each other in the future.”
“The flowers are beautiful,” she replied as she stooped down and took in a long whiff of one of the bouquets. “I love them. Thank you. And though part of me wants to stay angry with you, I would agree that we should move forward.”
“Tour the grounds with me,” I replied, without thinking. “There is so much beauty here, and I would like to guide you through it.”
She nodded her head with a slight smile. I walked forward and stuck out my arm for her to take. She looked at me strangely at first, her expression unreadable, but hooked her arm through mine and turned toward the doors.
We walked through the palace, and I pointed out different historical artifacts that seemed benign at first glance. I could see that the history of the place intrigued her, which excited me since I knew everything there was to know about the past and our kingdom. I pulled her out into the gardens and kept her as close as she would allow. We strolled through the bushes and blooms my mother had worked so hard on. Adriana was surprised to know that the Queen had put her own hands in the dirt and created the gardens herself.
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