by C. M. Steele
“He’s in police custody.”
“That’s good. I will take care of the rest. We need to get you and Mina married soon. I assume you haven’t been careful in your lovemaking with her.” I was embarrassed talking to my dad about it. He knew that I saved myself for my queen and when I found her no protection would be needed.
“Yes, father.”
“Then we must have a wedding soon. You boys were born eight months after I met your mother and that was because you both came early.”
“The women were talking about the dresses yesterday, so I will let mother take the lead, but I want to marry her in the next two weeks. I think it’s best.”
“Yes, it is. Since you have dual citizenship, it shouldn’t be an issue to get married here then have another grand ceremony back in Khaleel that my parents can see and the people will love.”
“Father, I’m ecstatic that Mina is willing to be my queen, the queen of the people, because like you, I would have given it all up for her.” He looked at me shocked, pulling his head back and arching his brow at me. It was a strange thing for me to say, but it was the truth. I’d do anything to keep Mina and make her happy. If that meant giving up my kingdom, I’d find the perfect successor.
The women appeared from the restrooms and we walked them down to the deli across the street. Because my country was small, I wasn’t as recognizable. We just looked like a very wealthy Middle-Eastern family to these people. Well, all but my mother and Mina, who were a soft, pale color with bright eyes. Jealousy seeped through my bones as several men took in Mina’s outfit, something I didn’t get to address in the room. It was a pair of shorts that went mid-thigh and a Star Wars t-shirt that hugged her big breasts and her slender waist. I was a man ready for a fight today, but every time the tension started to boil up, Mina would press her hand to my heart. Stepping on her tippy toes so no one else could hear, she whispered, “Your sister lent me some clothes this morning.”
“Mother, father, Sansa, I have to run to the stores with Mina after lunch. I will meet back up with you all in three hours.” Sansa smirked at me, knowing I hated what Mina was wearing. Not that I was against t-shirts and shorts, just not the kind that hugged every inch of my fiancée’s body.
“Sorry, Mina is a little thicker in the thighs than me,” she said with a laugh that was shared between the two women. Instead of being offended, Mina was giving her a knowing shake of her head. They knew I would be pissed seeing her dressed like a man’s wet dream in public. Sansa was going to pay with an arranged marriage if she kept this shit up and this one with my hand around her waist was going to pay the moment we got back to the hotel room.
Mina
After a brief lunch because they wanted to get back to Michael and Amir wanted to get me covered up, we headed our separate ways. Hassan went with his parents because Amir told him to, and the funny thing was I saw a look of happiness in his eyes when he learned that he didn’t have to go shopping with us, but I had a feeling it had nothing to do with shopping but more so to my little partner in crime. The way he watched Sansa as we sat in the restaurant said more than enough.
Amir pulled me into a waiting cab. “Niemen Marcus, please,” he said to the driver.
He didn’t say a word all the way there and I knew it was because the taxi driver took a long look at me when I got in the cab. I hadn’t realized how often I’d been gawked at until I heard constant growling coming from my beastly king next to me. We got to the store in five minutes, even in the NYC traffic. We could have walked there, but I had a feeling that if another man stared at my ass, he was going to lose it.
The store wasn’t that busy, so he calmed down and we headed to the women’s section. I thought he was going to make me pick the dowdiest dresses or frumpy clothes, but he didn’t. He pointed to clothes that were a little less revealing and a bit more fitting my role as queen. I didn’t think about it until we walked in there and the woman looked at me a little suspiciously. I looked cute and sexy, but I wasn’t dressed like the man holding my hand. He was looking dapper and a man of his stature. Then I realized he had a new suit on. His guard got him some new clothes, but I doubt Amir asked them to think about me.
“Where did you get your clothes from?” I asked with my hands on my hips. We left in such a hurry that we didn’t pack anything to wear.
“My guards went this morning,” he said, continuing his perusal of the summer dresses. “I like this one on you.” He held out a pretty green dress that would match my eyes. I hated that he looked so natural looking through women’s clothes.
“You didn’t think I would want a change of clothes?” I huffed at him.
He put the dress back and slowly crept up to me. Twisting his head and scrunching his brows with an inch between us, he whispered, “You think I’d let another man pick out anything that touches your body? Never going to happen.” He grabbed hold of my waist and pinned me to his body and crashed his mouth down on me. I melted against him, falling deeper into our kiss. Our bodies were pressed too close together because I could feel his long thickness against my belly and his hand on my ass, sending passion through me. He moved his hand, slipping it between us and cupped my pussy. “This is mine, and that means I don’t want the world to see your pussy. I can almost make out your cunt as you walked.”
I pulled back from him, a bit ashamed of the fact that I forgot my place. No normal royal would be caught dead walking around New York in a pair of tight shorts. I stepped away from him without a word and grabbed the dress he liked, along with several other outfits and headed to the dressing room. He tried to reach for me and I pushed him away.
The woman who’d been watching us from a distance came forward when I beckoned her with my hand. “I will need some underwear and bras, please.”
“Let me measure you and then I’ll make some selections.”
“Thank you,” I said.
We walked to the changing area and she grabbed her measuring tape. I’d done this plenty of times over the years so I wasn’t embarrassed, after all I was Hollywood royalty. “Forgive me, but I have to ask, have I seen you before? You look familiar to me.”
“My parents are famous. Minx and Eric Holden, and I look like them.”
“Oh, my God, that’s why you look familiar. You were in Beating Hearts with the guy out there. So, the rumors are true. Sorry, I shouldn’t be so unprofessional. It’s just I thought the performance was amazing, but I was sitting all the way in the back.”
“Thank you, but that’s not Michael Askari. He’s his brother.” I blushed because it was still strange to get compliments for my acting.
“Oh wow. So cool. Let me get you some options.” She grinned then straightened up and gave a blank expression before stepping back out onto the sales floor.
Chapter 12
Amir
She tried on clothes without letting me see what she was wearing. I knew I hurt her feelings, but I didn’t mean to. I was going insane with jealousy. I couldn’t make out details of her goodies, but her curves were all on display. There was no way that I was trying to be overbearing or possessive, but she wasn’t on the market, so when she looked like she was showing everyone what could be on the menu it made me pissed. I wanted to slam faces in. Three times I caught men practically breaking their necks to scan her ass. It was a disrespect to me and to her, and I wanted to eliminate the problem before I murdered a man in broad daylight.
Mina just didn’t know how much she meant to me and how far I would go to make sure the world knew it. I had a press conference to give tonight about my brother, and I needed her standing by my side when we did it. It was a big part of why I wanted her to get that dress. It was classy, yet summery, and still showed her natural beauty.
“Let’s get back to the hospital,” she said.
“Love, we’re not going back to the hospital yet. While you were trying clothes on, I spoke with one of the detectives and they want me to hold a press conference tonight to talk about Michael and his health. We’re going to go
to the hotel and prepare.”
“I can go to the hospital then.”
“No, you didn’t hear me right. We are going to the hotel.” She gave me a blank look, then sat in the cab without saying a word, and I hated that she was mad at me.
“Fine.” We got to the hotel in twenty minutes and the bell boy helped take up our packages. Once he left us alone in our suite, I sent a message that I would be alone with Mina for the next hour, no interruptions.
Although I hated others ogling her in that outfit, I loved it on her. She was beautiful and it was fucking with my head that my cock couldn’t stay down the entire time we were out.
“Stop,” I commanded, she halted her way to the bathroom.
“I wanted to take a shower.”
“No, come here now. I won’t ask again.”
She came toward me but refused to look at me. With my thumb, I tipped her chin and was fucking surprised to see her eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears. “I get that you’re mad at me and I’m sorry.”
“Mad at you? Amir, I’m not mad. I’m ashamed of myself,” she confessed. I was taken back by that.
“What for?” I needed clarification.
“Because this isn’t how a queen should dress. I forgot that I would have to present higher standards than others,” she said with a sob.
“Don’t cry. Yes, as the queen you’ll have to be a little more conservative in your outfits, but, Mina, that’s not why I was upset. I was pissed because bastards were staring at your ass at every fucking turn. They were looking at what belongs to me and I was getting more and more jealous with each stare. You’re mine and that means I don’t want anyone dreaming of you. I can’t say they won’t because you’re beautiful, and I’m sure many men fantasize about Kate Middleton, even though she dresses classy and conservative.”
“That’s because she’s gorgeous.”
“So are you, but it wasn’t even about the royal aspect. As a man, I don’t want pieces of shit looking at my woman in a disrespectful way.” I was territorial. I could admit that to myself. There was no doubt that I hated the idea of someone looking at her like they wanted her in their bed.
“Oh, so you weren’t ashamed of me?”
I shook my head and took her in my arms, rubbing my cock against her belly. “No, sweetheart. Not at all. Just the opposite. It’s fucked up that when you love someone you don’t want anyone looking at her, but then again, there’s pride in knowing that you are stunning and I’m a lucky man.”
I ground my hips against hers, letting my length tease her pussy. Mina whimpered out a needy moan. My cock loved that sound, pulsing against my slacks. She ran her hands up my chest and under my suit jacket, sliding it off my shoulders and onto the floor. We were standing in the middle of the suite living room and I had every urge to drop her to the sofa and fuck her like we both needed. I undid my cuffs, then walked her to the sofa and pushed her onto the plush material. I undid my pants and pushed my boxers out of the way, all the while keeping my eyes on her. She slipped her pink tongue out, licking her lips, then gently pressing her teeth on it, hungrily looking at my cock with its hard tip wet with my pre-come.
“Suck it, Mina,” I demanded. She leaned forward tentatively, reaching out her small hand and grasping the base of my cock to give her some control. Her tongue lapped at the tip, getting her first taste of my seed. With a moan, she swallowed the head between her lips. It was a such a sexy sight, to see it disappear behind those pink, plump lips.
I was trying to control the urge to take over and push my cock further down her pretty throat, but I needed to stay in control. I grabbed her long hair and brushed it to the side so I could watch as she took my cock down. She took it too far and started to gag, so she backed off and tested her skills. All I could to do was breathe. The tightening in my balls raised them up and I was seconds from coming. I could feel the sweat starting to form down my back as I tried to stave off the intense orgasm. A guttural moan ripped through my chest as I tried to pull out of her mouth. “I’m coming,” I roared, but she didn’t try to get away. She sucked the head while jets of come splashed her tongue and the back of her throat. I chanted her name and I dropped to my knees before my beloved.
I rested my head on her lap, trying to find the words of what just happened. “That was fucking amazing,” I muttered against her mound. After catching my breath, I lifted my head and shoved her shorts and panties off. I roughly parted her thighs.
“Mine. It’s time to take care of your sweet heat. I can see how much you enjoyed taking me down. Tell me. Is that why you’re soaking wet, my queen?” I asked, running two fingers in her pussy, stretching and stroking her. Her juices started trailing down my palm and I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Tell me, Mina.”
“Yes, Amir. I loved it. I loved sucking your cock.” I pinched her clit as I lapped up her juices. I could feel her pussy wall clench on my fingers as I licked her little nub then sucked it into my mouth. She tossed herself against the back of the sofa, thrusting her hips up and coming hard against my face. I ate her pussy and drank her sweet come until she was pleading for me to stop. I rose to my feet and looked down at her and she was completely spent. It was unbelievable how perfect she was and how sexy it was to see her come undone.
I walked to the bathroom to start the shower, getting undressed on the way there. We had to get ready to go back to the hospital and the interview. I walked back into the room and scooped her up in my arms. “It’s time to get you all cleaned up.” I sat her on the counter and lifted off her blouse and undid her bra.
Mina
I stood in front of all the cameras and remained calm as Amir gave a wonderfully worded press conference. I was thankful that my years in the press had given me the experience needed for this. The questions began to turn from Michael to me. They wanted to know if I was with Michael.
“Ms. Holden is not with my brother and has never been. Please, no more questions,” Amir said, ending the press conference. He then led me back into the hospital with Hassan and Rahimi protecting us. I didn’t say a word about his lack of claiming our relationship. I knew he loved me and we were getting married. He probably didn’t want anyone in our business. This was about Michael and his life, not us. We were almost to Michael’s room before he pulled me into the private waiting room on that floor.
No one was in there at the moment, so he blocked the door with a chair for a moment alone. “You look stunning in that dress.” I’d chosen to wear the dress he picked out at the store. It was beautiful and I felt like a first lady or a princess in it.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “But you didn’t need to pull me in here to say that, so what’s up?”
“I didn’t want to hide our relationship.”
“It’s okay, Amir. I knew you had your reasons. You have a reputation to uphold. No woman has ever been seen with you in public. I know; I looked online.” I often did searches on him just to see his face. Staring at the one picture in the apartment would have been too obvious to Michael.
“Mina, there’s a reason no one has ever seen me with a woman that wasn’t family or business. I’ve never been with anyone. Since I was sixteen and knew I was going to be King one day, I haven’t acted my age or what my friends expected from me. This is awkward for me to say, but it’s true. I’ve never been with a woman before. In my country, it is not uncommon to remain celibate until one gets engaged or even married.”
“But…you grew up in America.” I couldn’t believe the fact that he’d been a virgin, too.
“Yes, and I didn’t want to have women fawning over me or trying to trap me in order to be queen. I had a duty to my people.” Just looking at him, I couldn’t imagine him not having lovers all over. I tried to ignore the jealousy. Men in power always got women. Then as I thought about his character and what I knew about him, he was a serious and honorable person. If he felt that he was on the right course, he couldn’t be dissuaded. I smiled at the thought of him choosing me and wha
t it really meant.
“Then what about me?” I asked, looking up at him. Greedily, I wanted to hear him say how special I was to him. My heart was full and pounding.
“You’re the one and only and if I’d spoken to your parents already, I would’ve announced our engagement to the press.”
“Oh my, I’d forgotten to call them. It’s been a few days. The last time I called them was before I left for your palace.” I never forgot to call them. Even when they were busy, I still called them to check in. They worried a lot, but they always tried to give me my space from their chaotic life in the limelight.
“Our palace. Well then we need to call them,” he said, grabbing hold of my waist and pulling me close. We were kissing before I knew it I had my hands in his hair and my legs wrapped around his waist. I forgot there was a window in the door until there was a knock on the door. I jumped back, but Amir still held me close. When I looked to see who it was, I was shocked. It was my parents. “Shit, we don’t need to call them.”
Amir let me go and pulled the chair away from the door. “Wow, that was intense. Movie material,” my mother said. I closed my eyes in embarrassment.
“Hello, I’m Eric Holden and this woman is my wife Minx. Name fits her personality,” my dad said, extending his hand out for Amir to shake.
Amir shook it and gave a slight bow. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Amir Askari.”
With my face still beet red and lips puffy, I asked, “Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?”
“We heard on the news about Michael and you didn’t answer your phone, so we rushed back from Greece. But it looks like you’re doing quite well,” she said with a smirk, giving me a wink and a nod.
I rolled my eyes and then thought about it, why didn’t my phone ring. I took it out of my purse. “Oh, I had it off when we were in the room and forgot to turn it back on. Things have been crazy.”
“Yes, we can see. Is there something we need to know?” my dad asked, staring at Amir and me with a curious brow.
