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Beauty and the Bastard: A Royal Bad Boy Romance

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by Annette Fields


  We stumbled inside my apartment in a flurry of hungry, desperate kisses. I moaned the instant I felt his mouth against mine. These past few weeks without him made me realized I hadn't been truly alive. I just existed.

  With him, I felt warmth, passion, and love.

  Simply, I could feel again.

  CHAPTER 31

  STELLA

  "Let me put this ring on you, my Lady." Gavin grinned as he slid the glittering, diamond band onto my trembling finger. I tilted my hand back and forth, admiring how the stones caught the light and reflected tiny rainbows in every direction.

  He kissed my ear as I gazed at my ring and whispered, "I want you wearing nothing but that ring in ten seconds or I'll spank your naughty little ass."

  My core flooded with liquid heat, overflowing and spilling down my leg.

  It felt like so long ago.

  I needed him, needed his cock filling me up from the inside and making me hurt oh so good.

  "I just got this apartment," I whispered defiantly. "We better put it to good use before flying back home."

  "I'll put that naughty little mouth to good use," he promised as he roughly pulled my blouse up over my breasts. My nipples stiffened into hard little buds at the sensation of cool air hitting them. Gavin pressed his mouth against mine and wrapped one arm around my waist while the other set to teasing and torturing my nipples.

  He held me in place against him, my hips squirming against his pelvis where his cock grew thick and hard like a pillar between us. I whimpered into his mouth as he pinched and rolled my nipples between his fingers, the pressure and heat in my core building like a volcano.

  Roughly he pulled away. "Get on your knees like a good girl."

  Slowly I knelt down, looking up at his tall, muscular frame with my face right next to the stiff bulge in his pants. I ran my hand along its length over his trousers and he groaned.

  "Take my cock out now."

  Shaking with anticipation and need, I slowly undid his belt and zipper. I peeled away his boxer briefs to release his cock and stroked along his rigid shaft. My hand couldn’t wrap completely around the base, which seemed to excite him more. With my other hand, I reached inside to cup his large, heavy balls.

  "Suck me like a good girl, Stella," he moaned.

  Hesitantly I flattened my tongue against the underside of the head and slid my lips over it. I had the rest of my life to practice being a good partner to him, but this was still my first time giving head and my nervousness held me back.

  "Yes, baby. Just like that," Gavin moaned encouragingly. He reached down and cupped my breast, pressing his thumb over my nipple. He looked and sounded so hot, and made me feel so good. I took more of his length into my mouth, stroking firmly along his shaft with my hand.

  “Touch yourself for me,” he commanded. “Make yourself come as you suck my cock.”

  I knew where he wanted me to touch, but I decided to give him a little show first.

  I pinched and pulled at my other nipple while gathering the courage to meet his eyes as I worked his cock with my mouth.

  “Oh fuck, Stella, you’re so hot.”

  Sliding my hand down my abdomen to my awaiting core, I gasped in surprise at how wet I already was. My fingers pressed down and rubbed in that familiar rhythm against my clit. It pulsed and pressed against my hand, begging for a release.

  Just like with my pussy, I adjusted to Gavin’s size in my mouth and slowly received more and more of him until my lips brushed against his balls.

  Wow, is this deepthroating?

  The thought was so hot and perverse, I sent myself over the edge to orgasm without realizing it. Gavin’s cock filled up so much of my mouth, all I could do was moan unintelligibly until he practically yanked it out of my throat.

  He stood me up and proceeded to furiously rip the rest of my clothes off. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought he was angry.

  But I knew my man was just dying to fuck me and I loved being wanted so badly by him.

  “You’re such a good, dirty girl,” he growled while yanking off my leggings and panties. “I didn’t know you could deepthroat.”

  “Neither did I,” I replied.

  With a wicked grin, Gavin picked me up around the waist and carried me to the kitchen counter. The granite slab felt cool against my bare ass as I yanked Gavin’s clothes off like he did to me. Before I could reacquaint myself with his chiseled, naked form, he picked me up again and promptly turned me over onto my belly.

  “Aaah!” I cried out at the loud crack from his hand on my ass cheek. My skin stung with a sweet tenderness from the impact. “What was that for?”

  “You didn’t get naked fast enough.”

  Crack! He delivered another delicious smack on my other cheek.

  “And that’s for almost making me come before I could claim your pussy again.”

  "But did you like it, baby?" I asked.

  "Stella, you're the best I've ever fucking had," he said gruffly as he positioned his cock at my entrance. My body ravaged with such an intense heat, the granite counter beneath me no longer felt cold.

  I braced myself against it, waiting for the brute force of his cock to impale me. But he just stroked it between my lips, covering his shaft with my wetness and teasing me into a frenzy.

  "Please, Gavin," I begged. I needed him to fill me up. He didn't understand. I'd been empty without him for weeks.

  "Please, what?" He wrapped his fist in my hair and pulled back toward him, making me arch my back and expose my throat. His stiff, slippery cock traveled to rub between my ass cheeks.

  I shuddered as I felt the tip brush against my asshole, that dark, forbidden entrance that only true deviants played with. The thought of Gavin taking me there got me even wetter and more desperate to be filled up.

  I needed to be owned by him everywhere, in every part of my body.

  "Please, put it inside me," I whispered.

  As he positioned his cock against my pussy entrance again, his teeth nipped at my ear. "Before I fuck you, Stella, I need you to tell me something."

  "Anything, baby," I moaned, desperately squirming and grinding my pussy onto him.

  He took my chin in his hands and made me look at him. His dark eyes were narrowed and serious.

  He looked so hot and intimidating I would tell him anything he wanted to hear, and do anything he commanded.

  "Has anyone else had this pussy?" He thrust against me ever so slightly to press his cock on my clit. "Have you fucked anyone else while we were apart?"

  "No! Just you, I promise," I told him eagerly. "No one's had me but you. I'm yours."

  His lips broke into a smile and I could have died at how handsome he was. "That's right, baby. You're all mine. Mine forever."

  I closed my eyes as he slowly parted the walls of my vagina with his cock. My pussy automatically gripped him in delight and I let out an animalistic moan.

  Nothing on earth felt better.

  Through my eyelashes, I saw my glittering diamond engagement ring. The only thing I wore, aside from Gavin's hands on my hips as he filled up my emptiness.

  "Just as tight as I remember," he growled into my neck as he drove his full length inside me and paused before pulling out again.

  Every little movement he made was so intense, I felt it throughout my whole body. He filled me up so completely and deliciously with no room to spare.

  "Hold onto to that counter, baby," he breathed. "We've got a lot of lost time to make up and I can't hold back."

  His hand pressed to my clit like a button and I felt like a bolt of lightning from the ends of my hair to the tips of my toes. I gripped the edge of the counter for dear life as his thrusts rocked me from the inside out.

  I must have been screaming and moaning uncontrollably, but my awareness only focused on his voice in my ear and how intensely sensitive my whole body felt. The pressure mounted to nearly unbearable heights as he pounded me steadily and his hand never released my clit.
/>   My orgasm hit me like powerful wave drowning me in pleasure. Gavin kept pressing on my clit, sending wave after wave crashing through me until I felt the come burst from his cock. He braced himself on the counter, fully spent as my pussy finished draining him empty of come.

  We both collapsed from exhaustion. Slick with sweat, clinging and leaning on each other for support, I didn’t know where he ended and I began. Even our shallow, ragged breaths were in unison.

  We were truly one, in every sense of the word.

  “I love you, Gavin,” I whispered as soon as I found my voice.

  He smiled and pressed his forehead to mine. “I love you so fucking much, Stella.”

  CHAPTER 32

  GAVIN

  As I woke up slowly and lazily in Stella's New York apartment, I came to the grim realization I had to talk to her about something.

  We made up for lost time, alright.

  All through the night, we fucked on every available surface in her apartment. When we ran out of surfaces, I fucked her up against the walls until my cock felt ready to fall off.

  We did everything from slow, sensual love-making to rough, hard fucking and she loved it all. I knew my sexy little virgin had a dirty, wild sex kitten begging to be released.

  But we were so caught up in each other, wrapped up in the pure love and filthy lust of our reunion, that we completely forgot about using protection.

  Not that having a kid would bother me. Hell, it would be great having an heir to pass everything down to.

  But how would Stella feel about it? She was only twenty.

  How would she react if she got pregnant so soon? And would she want to keep my child or…?

  I couldn’t bear to think of the alternative.

  I rolled over the crisp, linen sheets to see that her side of the bed lay empty. When I sat up, I heard her humming downstairs in the kitchen. The smell of bacon and eggs floated up and made my stomach growl. I realized I hadn't eaten anything since landing in New York yesterday.

  "Look at you, little domestic goddess," I cooed as I pulled on a pair of shorts and made my way down from the loft. "When did you learn how to cook?"

  My future wife looked up and smiled at me. Her natural beauty took my breath away. She wore nothing but a large T-shirt and panties as she maneuvered between sizzling skillets on the stove.

  Despite still recovering from last night's activities, my dick hardened at the sight of her long, bare legs. The shirt barely covered her ass and the tease was nearly unbearable.

  "I'm practicing," she said after greeting me with a kiss. "You never know when you'll need cooking skills."

  "Mm-hmm. Is there coffee?" I asked as I snaked a hand under her shirt to grab a delicious handful of her ass.

  "On the counter behind you," she said as she swatted my hand away then gave me a huge grin. "Where all the fun started last night." With a sexy bite of her lower lip, she returned to her cooking.

  My cock twitched and grew harder in response and I tried to keep focused while pouring myself a cup of coffee from the pot.

  "Hey babe," I called, wrapping my hands around the steaming mug. "We should talk about that."

  "Something wrong?" Her hazel eyes grew wide with curiosity as she looked over at me.

  "No, but you know... we didn't use anything last night. For protection."

  My mouth went dry. "Are you on the pill or anything?"

  She shook her head slowly and looked away from me bashfully like she did when we first met. "No, I'm sorry. I should have thought of that. Are you mad?"

  "No, baby. Of course not." I took her hand and pulled her into my lap. "Don't be sorry. It's my responsibility too."

  I cupped my hand under her chin to make her look at me. "Whatever happens, I'm dedicating my life to taking care of you and our future kids. No matter when they come."

  "Really, Gavin?" she asked barely above a whisper. "You won't be upset if I'm pregnant? Even if it's really soon?"

  "Upset? No. Will I miss the days of drinking into the wee hours and waking up past noon? Maybe just a little." I planted a kiss on her nose and leaned my forehead against hers. "But I wouldn't trade a life with you for anything else in the world. Doesn't matter if we have our first kid in nine months or nine years. We'll get through it all together."

  Stella smiled and kissed me warmly.

  “I’m honestly really excited at the idea of having your baby,” she said shyly.

  “Me too, babe.” I grinned like an idiot and I wasn’t even sure if I was a father yet. My love for her overflowed my heart and coursed throughout my entire body as I kissed her back.

  "I have to ask you, while we're having deep serious talks," she said when she pulled away.

  "What made you change your mind? Why did you go from never wanting to face the queen again to committing to me, full stop?"

  "I realized how miserable my life was without you," I replied, burying my face in her neck and holding onto her thighs as she squirmed in my lap. "I couldn't go on, day in and day out, and not have you in my life. It was unbearable. So I went through all the necessary steps to ensure you would take me back."

  "I still can't believe you, or anyone would do that for me." She wrapped her arms around my neck and checked out her engagement ring as she did.

  I loved that she couldn't stop looking at it.

  "I also got quite a pep talk from someone to get my ass in gear," I confessed.

  "Oh? From who, Alex?" She tore her eyes away from the ring and looked back at me, the light reflecting off the diamonds in her huge, beautiful eyes.

  "No. The guy who claims to be my biological father," I said. "I didn't want to believe him when we talked but the more I think about it, the more I feel he's telling the truth."

  "Your father?" Stella exclaimed. "Well, that's fantastic! You two can actually bond together now."

  "Yeah, that's what I was thinking," I replied. "He's a skilled carpenter. I could use him when we're remodeling the castle, and making that whole abandoned area livable again."

  "Gavin, don't be silly." Stella poked me in the ribs playfully. "You should ask him to live with us."

  I looked at her in surprise. "Are you serious?"

  "Yes! We could keep him as our head of maintenance and repairs."

  "Is that what royals actually do?" I asked, bewildered. “Their staff actually live with them?”

  "Yes, dear," she chuckled and kissed my neck.

  "I have a lot to learn, I guess." I tightened my grip around her. "Good thing I have you."

  "And besides," she said, placing my hand on her belly. "It will be good for our kids to live with at least one grandparent."

  CHAPTER 33

  STELLA

  Two months later, a trip to the doctor confirmed I was indeed pregnant. Gavin and I were overjoyed but the doctor gave a stern warning.

  "Your blood pressure is a bit low, my Lady," he informed me. "This pregnancy may cause you to be slightly anemic, which is fairly normal. Be sure to take iron supplements and eat iron-rich food. I know you're remodeling your home but no heavy lifting or strenuous exercise of any kind."

  "I can still paint and decorate the nursery, I guess," I mused to Gavin on the car ride home.

  "Absolutely not," he said, placing a hand on my belly protectively. "Just make your plans and tell Oliver and me what to do. We'll do the work. My babies need rest." He kissed me and I knew it was the end of that argument.

  He was sweet to be so protective of me and the baby, but doing nothing but wedding planning made my head spin with boredom.

  I suspected I was pregnant ever since Gavin talked to me about it in New York. My body didn’t look different, but I started feeling different almost right away. I couldn’t even describe how. It wasn’t regular pregnancy symptoms, not that soon, but more like an attitude shift.

  With Gavin’s encouragement, I slowly began speaking my mind more often. He made me realize that although my family intended well, it was completely unfair to serve me up a
s a type of sacrifice to get what they wanted. Thanks to him, I realized I was a complete person with my own wants, needs, goals, and dreams.

  My new family needed me to not only be strong, but smart in guiding our future generations. But after my whole life of being obedient to centuries of traditions, I still found it hard to break away from them, no matter how right it felt.

  I twirled my engagement ring on my hand and sighed as I gently pulled away from him.

  "Gav, I've been thinking about something."

  "What is it, babe?" His hand remained on my belly and I intertwined my fingers with his.

  "Even if we finish planning the wedding before my due date, I don't want to be a huge, pregnant bride." My cheeks burned at my confession. "And there's no way we can have it in the next few months before I start showing."

  It felt so vain and silly but I knew I’d be too uncomfortable to enjoy my wedding with hundreds of people staring at me when I felt like a whale.

  "What are you saying, Stella?" he asked gently.

  "I think... I'd like to have the wedding after having the baby." I looked up at him. "Is that alright with you?"

  "Of course it is," he assured me with a gentle kiss. "It's your big day and we shouldn't rush it."

  "Our big day," I corrected with a cheeky tap on his nose. "I just wonder what people will think of us having a child before we're married..."

  "Don't," he said sharply. "Fuck what everyone else thinks. We're in love and are going to get married anyway. Anyone who kicks up a fuss will have to go through me."

  He kissed me deeply, whispering promises of love and protection into my mouth. "Besides," he added. "They've been talking about the beauty and the bastard since we first met. Might as well give 'em something to talk about."

  “And that’s why I love you.” I beamed and kissed him again, never stopping until we pulled up to our new home, Telleshire Castle. I felt like a weight lifted off my chest. Nothing could bring me down when I had this man at my side.

  “I’m going to help Oliver with some repairs,” Gavin said as he helped me out of the car. “I better not catch that old bastard on a rickety ladder again.”

 

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