by Sue Lyndon
“I want you, Cora. I want to confine you to my quarters and never let anyone else see you. I want to keep you all to myself, and I’m going mad at the thought of you returning to America soon.” He leaned toward her and took the coffee from her hands, setting it down on the table beside her, then cupped her face. “Even if the Royal Guard clears you to leave the county, I have to sign off on it. Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll confiscate your passport and keep you here forever as my personal fuck slave.”
He was only half-serious, she knew, but the possessive glint in his eyes and his deep sexy voice melted away the sharp retort that sprang to her mind. She gulped hard and ran her hand up his jawline, trailing her fingertips over his dark stubble. Then she realized she had coffee breath and could probably use a shower, and she suddenly backed away and escaped his hold, jumping out of bed.
“Something wrong?”
“I need a shower. And a toothbrush.” She glanced down at the robe. The gown she’d worn last night was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps a servant had taken it to clean. “Um, I’ll need something to wear too.”
His lips twitched with a wry grin. “My plans for you don’t include clothing.”
She put her hands on her hips and gave him the sternest look she could muster. “When I’m finished in the shower, I expect to find my suitcase waiting for me.”
“Ah, moving in already?”
“In your dreams, lover boy.”
She stomped to the bathroom and slammed the door, trying to ignore the feelings of warmth and desire he unfurled in her. Though she hadn’t known him long, they’d shared a tense experience that she would never forget. Their lives were forever bound together.
He could have tried torturing a confession out of her, but he hadn’t harmed her in any way. She’d been handcuffed and at his mercy, but the whole while, even though she was nervous about the outcome of the Royal Guard’s investigation and the false accusations against her, she hadn’t felt utterly terrified in Akeen’s presence. If any other man had arrested her, handcuffed her, and taken her to the dark, scary dungeon for questioning, she would have been frightened out of her mind.
As she stripped off the robe and stepped into the steaming shower, she pictured his tattooed, muscular chest, and she couldn’t stop the quiver that ran through her and settled to pulse white hot between her thighs. She shampooed her hair and tried to get the mental image of Akeen preparing to sink his cock into her out of her mind, but trying to stop thinking about it was like trying to stop breathing.
Reaching for her pussy, she stroked through the wetness for a few seconds, her hips jerking when her fingers grazed over her swollen clit. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples ached. God, she wanted him. Right now. If he wasn’t balls deep inside her in the next few minutes, she would surely go mad.
She hurried to finish in the shower. After grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself, she stepped out to find her suitcase on the counter, next to a toothbrush and brand-new tube of toothpaste. She hadn’t heard Akeen enter the bathroom and hoped he hadn’t witnessed her rubbing herself. Her face heated at the thought.
She finished drying off, wrapped a towel around her head, and then set about choosing something to wear. She opted for a yellow sundress and a pair of flip-flops. No panties and no bra, but hey, at least she didn’t have to keep wearing the black silk robe leftover from the ex-girlfriend who’d sold Akeen out to the tabloids.
Her heart suddenly ached for him. The whole country probably believed serious falsities about him. She wondered if he’d ever done anything to counter the effect the tabloids had on his image. At her public relations firm, she often helped high profile clients navigate the murky waters of a public scandal.
She unwrapped the towel from her head, gave her hair a good scrub, and borrowed a comb from Akeen’s things to untangle her knots, all the while planning how the sexy stud waiting for her could improve his public image—if he wanted to, that is.
Volunteering at charity events, donating money to good causes, and putting together a fundraiser for the less fortunate were great starting places. Not to mention finding a good cause to routinely champion. Though the headlines about Akeen had been the most scandalous, she’d seen a few naughty tidbits about some of the other royals, including King Brenul, as well. The entire royal family could benefit from the services of a good public relations expert, like herself.
What are you thinking?
She gave her head a shake.
She was most definitely not thinking about staying in Ismallia.
Nope, not at all.
“Thanks for grabbing my things.” Cora exited the bathroom and walked toward him with confident steps. The seductive sway of her hips made his cock go instantly hard.
He nodded, but failed to mention he’d intentionally neglected to fetch her other suitcase, the one containing her panties and bras. His palm twitched as he imagined what he’d do to her when he once again discovered her ass bare beneath that short flirty dress.
“Oh, you showered too,” she said with surprise, eyeing him up and down. “Where did you—um, never mind.”
“There’s another bathroom just beyond the kitchen in my quarters,” he explained, running his hand through his damp hair.
God, she was sexy. The front of her dress hugged her breasts and pushed them up nicely, and she looked remarkably beautiful without any makeup, fresh-faced and innocent looking. One hundred and ten percent fuckable.
“Come here, my little captive.” He reached for her, and she placed her hand in his.
“I’m not your captive.” She lifted her eyebrows. “Not anymore. I’m innocent. You’re lucky I don’t come after you for false imprisonment. I could get the international courts involved and sue your pants off.” As the last few words left her mouth, she flushed bright pink.
“You don’t have to get lawyers involved to get my pants off, Cora.” He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his hardness against her and prompting her to gasp. “Now, where were we before all hell broke loose?”
He captured her lips in a kiss that was tender at first, but soon became more insistent as the urgency within him built to a crescendo. Sliding his tongue against hers, he took control and moved his hands to cup her face, drinking all of her in, from her little moans to the scent of her freshly shampooed hair. She tasted like mints and something much sweeter. Christ, he couldn’t get enough of her.
With a growl, he pushed her down on the bed and crawled atop her, not once breaking contact with her lips. She arched her center and gyrated against his cock. Holy fucking hell. He was going to fuck her so hard, she wouldn’t be able to walk onto a plane in four days, let alone manage to leave his quarters anytime soon.
Breaking the kiss, he pushed up her dress, groaning with satisfaction to find her bare pussy. He gave her a stern look and cupped her smooth mound.
“I see another spanking is in order.”
She threw up her hands and tried to fight him off, but he had her turned onto her stomach in seconds. She giggled and thrashed around, uttering, “No no no,” in a breathless tone that Akeen translated as yes yes yes. He swatted at the moving target, striking her right cheek first, then her left one. Finally, she stilled and peered over her shoulder at him, her expression drawn in the cutest pout.
“Maybe you should move on to the second part.”
“The second part?”
“Last night you said girls who don’t wear panties in Ismallia get spanked and then fucked hard by the bastard prince.” She wiggled her ass at him and then tried to roll onto her back, but he caught her and delivered another slap to her behind, before finally allowing her to turn over.
He shrugged off his shirt while she tugged her dress the rest of the way off. He winked at her and stood to remove his jeans, followed by his boxers.
Fuck, she had to be the sexiest woman alive. One glance at her and he was smitten all over again.
His hard cock jutted out as he approached her, seeki
ng entrance in her sweet little body. He paused only long enough to grab a condom from the bedside table drawer and roll it onto his eager shaft. She gave him a look of approval, rested on her back, and parted her thighs wide, exposing her bare folds to his gaze, her pussy spread wide enough to reveal the glisten of moisture hiding within. She arched her back, causing her breasts to bob slightly. Hell, he was torn between taking her nipples in his mouth—they had tasted like the best fucking candy in the world last time—or surging his throbbing length straight into her pussy.
In the end, he settled on teasing her slit with his cock, while suckling on her breasts. She emitted a series of frustrated little moans and repeatedly lifted her center in an attempt to take him inside her. But teasing her was so much fun, he dragged it out longer than he originally planned, sliding the tip of his manhood inside her hot chasm, only to withdraw soon after.
“Please. Akeen, you are driving me mad.”
“Am I?” he whispered against her nipple.
“Yes, now please, do it already.”
He caught a glimpse of her urgent expression and couldn’t restrain a grin. A heady sense of power flowed through him, knowing she was panting and aching to be filled up with his cock.
“Tell me what you want, Cora,” he said, grazing his teeth on the soft underside of her breast.
She exhaled quickly. “You know very well what I want.”
“Ask for it, my little sunflower. Ask for it and maybe you’ll get exactly what you want.”
She ran her hands over his back, digging her nails into his flesh. “I-I want your cock in me, pounding me. Hard and fast. Please, Akeen. Please.”
He rose from her breasts and gripped her hips, then waited until she met his gaze before he thrust his cock deep inside her tightness, all the way to the hilt in one harsh drive. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, grabbing at the covers and parting her thighs wider.
A wave of dizziness swept through Akeen, and he blinked hard to dispel the little black dots that spotted his vision. Cora’s wet warmth was perfection, her taut inner walls clamping down around him as he began pumping in and out of her sweetness.
The scent of her arousal hung in the air, propelling him to pound into her harder and faster, just as she’d pleaded.
“You feel so fucking good.” He tightened his hold on her hips. “You’re mine now. All mine. I’m serious, Cora. I’m never letting you go.”
Chapter 8
Akeen’s declaration of possession burned through her, warming her soul more than it should. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, and she imagined returning to America would leave her physically aching with an emptiness only he could cure. But in the end, an entire ocean would loom between them.
This wouldn’t end like a fairytale.
He pounded into her so hard, his balls slapped heavily against her with each thrust. The steady impacts of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, creating an erotic rhythm of sounds when coupled with their rapid breaths and moans. She touched his chest, now gleaming with sweat, and traced the lines of his tribal pattern tattoos. He growled and suddenly withdrew from her center and guided her into a new position.
On her hands and knees, with her bottom lifted high in the air.
Face flaming, she tried to turn back over, but he wouldn’t allow it. He swatted her ass when she made any move to get out of place.
“Akeen, it’s broad daylight in here and—”
“—and you’ll take it from behind like a good girl,” he finished for her, grabbing her hips and sinking into her pussy with one hard drive.
Dark spots momentarily danced in her vision. She blinked and steadied herself on the bed as he pumped in and out of her with vigorous, almost violent, plunges.
She couldn’t move. She could barely breathe. She could only remain on her hands and knees and take every hard thrust he gave her.
Like a good girl.
For a reason she couldn’t fathom, those two little words made her tummy flip, but in a delicious sort of way.
Shame heated her face further when he boldly pulled her bottom cheeks apart. She whimpered into the pillow, unable to stop him from prodding her secret pucker while he continued fucking her. He paused only long enough in his thrusts to steal moisture from between her womanly folds and spread it over her anus, then continued slamming in and out of her pussy with abandon, keeping one finger pressing on her most private hole.
In this position, his balls repeatedly slapped against her throbbing clit, driving her closer and closer to the sweet precipice of ecstasy. Euphoric wave after wave swept over her, and she cried out, riding the pulses of her orgasm while Akeen maintained his rapid pace of fucking her.
The finger prodding her ass became more insistent, but he didn’t quite push into her tightness. Pressure against her most secret hole amplified her arousal and made her come longer and harder than she thought possible. She closed her eyes and cried out. Immense quakes of pleasure stole her breath and robbed her of all rational thought.
“Has anyone ever touched you here before, Cora?” he asked, still pounding away in her pussy. God, the man had stamina. She was spent of all energy, but it didn’t matter because he had enough for the both of them.
“Akeen, I really don’t think that’s any of your business.” What would he think if he discovered she’d seldom enjoyed more than regular missionary position sex? She could count on one hand the number of times she’d been taken from behind, and it had been dark in the room during each of those rare instances. In addition, no one had ever touched her asshole before. The very idea made her entire body flush.
“Answer the question.” He applied more pressure, until he finally breached her snug passage and pushed the tip of his finger inside.
“Oh God!” She jerked against him, the odd but not unpleasant sensation causing her insides to tighten with the return of her arousal. Her clit commenced throbbing, as if she hadn’t just come undone moments ago and was winding up for another release.
He reduced the pace of his thrusts in her pussy, teasing her with slow, shallow drives that made her whimper in frustration. She broke out in a sweat and writhed beneath him as the aching in her core increased and she hovered on the edge of carnal bliss.
“Answer me, Cora, or I will torture you like this all day.”
“Fine! Yes, this is the first time I’ve been touched there.”
She was on the verge of asking him to pound her hard again when he increased his speed and pushed deeper in her ass.
Holy fuck.
Stars exploded behind her eyelids in an array of changing colors, rivaling the display of last night’s fireworks. She moaned as another orgasm pummeled through her, the delicious pulses of heat intensified by the added pressure of having her ass and pussy filled at the same time.
Akeen emitted another one of his deep sexy growls and slowly withdrew from her bottom hole. He shuddered and gripped her hips harder, the pace of his thrusts in her pussy quickening. His cock jerked inside her and she felt the warmth of his seed spurting out into the thin layer of rubber separating them. She appreciated that he’d used protection without any argument, but damn, she imagined the feel of his unsheathed cock sliding into her pussy would be wondrous.
Maybe another time.
Her spirits soared thinking there might be a next time with Akeen, even as her rational mind wagged a finger at her and urged her to hop on the first plane back to America.
He pulled out of her pussy and she collapsed on the bed beneath him. Though she was exceedingly fatigued, her entire being hummed with satisfaction.
Akeen gave her ass an affectionate slap—yeah, he was definitely an ass man—and vanished into the bathroom for several moments. She heard the running of water followed by a knock on the door.
Fuuuuck. What now? She scrambled under the covers, expecting members of the Royal Guard to barge straight into the bedroom again. But to her relief, though the knocking persisted, no one charged in. She supposed that meant
it wasn’t an emergency.
Akeen exited the bathroom, shrugging into a plush white robe, and hurried toward the entrance of his quarters.
Her heart pounded. What if they wanted to ask her more questions about Greg? What if they planned to restrict her to the palace beyond the four days she had planned to stay in Ismallia? A wave of sickness rose in her stomach at the thought of leaving, even though she most certainly had to return to Manhattan.
Staying would be madness. She’d only known Akeen for a day.
She reminded herself that he could get any woman he wanted. He probably had a dozen potential girlfriends waiting in the wings. Girls who weren’t as shy and awkward in the bedroom. Her cheeks heated when she recalled how much she’d struggled when he first tried to fuck her from behind, and her surprised reaction to his finger prodding her asshole.
Masculine voices drifted into the bedroom. Curious, she wrapped herself up in the bedsheet and traipsed to the doorway of the bedroom. She peeked out, but didn’t see anyone. She didn’t have a direct view of the entrance of Akeen’s quarters, but she could hear the voices better. Closing her eyes and concentrating, she cocked her head to the side and held her breath, trying to catch a few words or a complete sentence.
Her pulse quickened when she heard her name, but Akeen and the other men—she heard at least two distinct voices in addition to his familiar deep brogue—spoke so quietly that she couldn’t make anything else out. She returned to the bed and waited for Akeen.
“Greg Keller’s lover, Maria Heshanoma, has been captured, along with many of her family members believed to be involved in the plot against King Brenul. A group of over twenty of them have been arrested and are being transported to the Royal Guard’s headquarters south of Ta-Kona. It seems the poison affected Greg’s mind badly before he died. He’d been rambling in the hospital about the plot to kill King Brenul and being crossed by his ex-girlfriend, then when the authorities showed up to question him, he gave them your name instead of Maria’s. We aren’t sure if he named you on purpose, or if he was simply delirious from the pain and confused. But it doesn’t matter now, because Maria and the others are no longer a threat.”
