Heart of a Prince

by Sandra Cole

  I nodded slowly, trying to drink all that in. It was all so much, all too hard to digest all in one go. Adam Martin came back for me. Yes, it was ten years too late, but at the same time maybe it was right. Maybe the fates had intervened at the perfect moment, just when we were both finally ready to see each other again.

  “I love you,” he stunned me by continuing, almost as if he was following on with that conversation we started in his car, before everything shifted. “I always have, I just didn’t want to ruin your life again. I did it once with the car crash, and now I’ve done it again by impregnating you. Oh God, I’m such an idiot. Why couldn’t I just... just leave you alone? Your life was perfectly fine without me in it.”

  I clutched my hands protectively to my stomach and stared defiantly at him. “This baby hasn’t ruined my life, it’s a blessing. Yes, it’s a shock, but in all this mess we’ve created a life. You say you love me, well I love you too, and what better way to move forwards with that than to have a baby? And I will be perfectly honest with you, my life was far from perfect without you in it. I’ve been miserable ever since the first day you left me behind.”

  “But, I’m still too scared.” He shook his head, his whole body trembling. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make this work. How can I ever be good enough for you?”

  “Adam Martin, you have always been good enough for me.”

  He didn’t look up at me, it was almost as if he couldn’t stand to see me. He genuinely thought that he wasn’t good enough, that I deserved more. How could he not see that he was out of my league, that he was always the one that could do better?

  “Jenna, I... I’m no good. I’m not a good person.”

  “Why not?” I crossed my arms across my chest and stared him down. “Come on, you might as well tell me everything now.”

  “I don’t know, I don’t feel worthy. I have all this money that I don’t deserve, I get female attention that I definitely haven’t earned, I took advantage of you in that hotel room, complicating your life in a way that you really didn’t need. I’m just a bad person all round.”

  “Bad? Adam you’re everything. If you’d stayed after the car crash you would’ve seen that. I still wanted to give everything to be yours, it killed me that you were no longer here. Losing you was far worse than having to give up running, why can’t you see that? All I’ve ever wanted was you.”

  Still he said nothing. Still he continued on his downward spiral into utter despair.

  * * *

  18th October 2016

  I couldn’t take it any longer. Adam and his madness was tearing us apart, as it already had for a decade. Well, not anymore. He might not think that he was good enough for me, but I did. I grabbed hold of his shirt and I yanked him close to me, before pressing my lips up against his.

  “Don’t be an idiot,” I murmured happily against his lips. “I love you, and I always have.”

  The tight metal coil wormed its way through my system, knotting me into a sexual frustration frenzy. I clawed at Adam’s shirt, trying to make my inner feelings clear, and luckily, he seemed to sense exactly what I needed.

  As he stepped back and slid his tee shirt up over his head, there was a serene smile on his face, one that showed he was finally relaxed enough to accept all of this. Thank God!

  “Come on, you too,” he nodded at my clothing, which was suddenly a huge irritation. So with a wicked grin I flicked my dress off over my head. I no longer had any body hang ups around Adam, I knew that he wanted me, he’d finally made me feel like his equal, which was absolutely wonderful. “God you’re beautiful.”

  He unhooked my bra, and we both watched as the material floated to the ground, revealing my excited, erect nipples that were begging for some attention. Then Adam pressed me back against the wall, rendering me totally helpless to him, and he moved his mouth down to claim my breasts for his own. His tongue flickered all over them, his teeth grazed my nipples, and the unexpected sensations that were flooding my body were almost too much to bear.

  All I wanted to do was hold him, I needed to taste him, I had the strong desire to explore his body in a way that I hadn’t ever done before, and if I was going to make that happen I needed to do it now before he commanded every inch of me once more.

  I slid my hands down his strong, muscular body, my heart dancing and flapping in my chest, and as I soon as I was near enough to dip into his underwear, a loud, explosive groan fell past his lips.

  Oh... my... God. As my fingers curled around his thick, throbbing cock, and I slowly moved my hands up and down his shaft, a deep pulsating desperation screamed in my panties. I wanted him, I needed him, but first...

  I sank down to the ground, my head positioned perfectly between his thighs, and I gently traced my lips over random areas of Adam’s body, just to tease him. My mouth connected with his stomach, his legs, his balls... and eventually I ran a few gentle kisses over his length.

  “Oh fuck, Jenna,” Adam cried out. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

  I inhaled deeply, enjoying his extremely masculine scent, my whole body lighting up on fire. I needed more, he had me begging for him, so as I slid my mouth in closer, my heart was thundering painfully in my chest.

  I wrapped my lips right around him, and moved my mouth all over him, taking Adam as far to the back of my throat as I could manage. It wasn’t easy, he was absolutely huge, but he felt good between my lips. He tasted sweet and salty, I liked the way his thighs tensed and his body shuddered, I enjoyed making Adam wild.

  His fingers knotted into my hair and soon he’d lost so much control that he had my head pinned back against the wall, leaving me just enough room to snake my tongue all over him. Even now, as I was giving him the pleasure, he still had all the control! I liked that quality about Adam, it boiled and soaked my panties all in one go. I’d never felt so horny!

  Eventually, Adam slid himself out of my mouth, and he hooked his hands under my armpits to pull me into a standing position. Then he pressed my hot sticky body up against the cold wall, and he grabbed hold of one of my legs to pull it out, leaving my foot pressed backwards.

  “I love you,” he muttered as he nudged my legs further apart. “And I’m so glad you feel the same way. We’re going to have a baby now, we have a real future, and I can’t wait for it.”

  This time as he slid into me, it wasn’t so hot and passionate. There was a real romance, a deep tenderness there, which somehow made it feel even more incredible.

  Adam rested his forehead up against mine, allowing me to stare deep into his eyes as he thrust in and out of me. Along with the deep desire, I could see a true love behind his gaze, and that made my chest swell and expand with love.

  I’d been wrong every time in my life I thought I was happy before... this was true happiness.

  “I love you too,” I gasped as the pressure built. “And I’m forever yours.”

  The bliss pooled in my stomach, the electrical buzzing was rocking through my system, my brain was swimming with dizziness. And the waves of pleasure cascaded over me, taking me to a place that I hadn’t been before. I’d had an intense orgasm the last time me and Adam had sex, but it was nothing like this.

  This was full of future, full of love, and I couldn’t wait to see where that took us.

  As we both fell apart, panting and breathless, I sent Adam a happy smile. We were finally on the same page, after ten years of being all over the place. Now that we’d made it back together that time didn’t feel wasted, it felt like we’d needed that time to grow, to find ourselves, and now we were finally ready for a commitment.

  “I’m going to make you my wife,” Adam promised me with a serious glint in his eye. “I’m going to whisk you away, take you somewhere special, and make an honest woman out of you.”

  “That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” I replied honestly. “I love you, and I would love to be your wife... just let me get dressed first. Then you can officially make me forever yours.”

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nbsp; As he smirked at my joke, my soul filled with joy. This was it, forever more. I was going to have a baby with Adam Martin, and while it hadn’t happened in the most traditional way possible, it was still perfect for us.

  Finally, I had everything that I ever wanted, and that settled a comfortable happy sensation in the pit of my stomach. One that I’d spent half my life searching for.

  THE END

  = Bonus Book 3 of 7 =

  Cyborg Love

  Book 1: Metallic Lust

  “…things are not looking up, like the government said they would…”

  I clicked off the television, not wanting to listen to the news reports anymore. It was all so depressing. What was the point of discussing it all over and over again when no one really had any answers? It drove me crazy.

  The cyborgs should never have been created in the first place. It really was as simple as that. The government shouldn’t have been so greedy. They shouldn't have gone against nature. They should have carried on with the human army they already had.

  “Idiots,” I muttered, shaking my head in disgust. I hated them, I hated them all. They’d taken everything from me and I’d been living a life of disillusion ever since. “Fucking idiots.”

  I knew it was going to go wrong, even when everyone else felt otherwise. They were all rejoicing this new technology, totally overlooking the fact that millions of people were going to be out of work. Even my brother, Mike, who was in the army himself thought it was amazing. He argued with me about it all the time, refusing to see my point of view.

  God, what I wouldn’t do to argue with him right now.

  We had lived together in this crappy apartment, and we had done ever since we hit adulthood and our parents moved away to England leaving us here. It was supposed to be a start-up, a base until we got something better for ourselves, but we both just stayed. Neither of us had the motivation to go. He worked in the armed forces, and I had my little job in a fast food restaurant, and that was the way I thought it would always be.

  But then the cyborg testing started, and everything seemed good. I was even starting to believe that maybe I could have been wrong about cyborgs. I wouldn’t have ever told Mike that, I had far too much pride. But then, a real world battle simulation was put into place.

  I didn’t know the full details of that. No one did except for the people who were there. Rumors have suggested that the cyborgs just went nuts. Something was unleashed within them and they developed a sort of conscience. They basically learned the ability to think for themselves, and they didn’t like the way humans were treating them. They revolted.

  In the uprising, a lot of people got killed. Mike was one of them.

  Now as I wandered around the apartment that I couldn’t afford to escape from, I was reminded every minute of every single day that my brother was no more. The glass he drank from, the books he read. The computer console, and even the hole in the wall that he punched when he was in a temper one night. He was everywhere, reminding me that I needed to somehow, some day get revenge for him. I couldn’t just let his death be in vain. I needed to get revenge on the Government for letting the cyborg army happen in the first place. I needed to get revenge on the army for letting his death happen. And most of all I needed to kill the fucking cyborg that murdered my brother.

  I knew its name. His name. I'd learned it from one of my brother’s friends, Hank, who fought alongside him. He was model BX9765G, and he had been named Craig. I guess someone decided that giving the cyborgs human names would help us connect with them better, but of course that had failed.

  I needed to find Craig and put him out of his misery. Even thinking about doing that made me pump my fists in temper. I almost punched the wall myself, but just before that happened my phone blasted out, grabbing my attention.

  “Hello?” I spat into it, allowing my mood to come through to the person who held no responsibility.

  “Eve? It’s Hank.” He sounded nervous to speak to me, which caused my heart rate to kick up a notch. He only ever contacted me with big news, bad news really. “I have something to tell you, do you have time?”

  “Of course,” I said. I always had time for him, but more than that, I wanted to hear whatever he had to say. “What’s going on?”

  “Keep this on the down low, but they’re finally putting a team together. They’re fighting back. They need numbers, so anyone can apply and I know how you want… revenge.”

  “Really?” I gasped happily. “Are you serious? This is amazing!” My whole mood lifted at the idea of getting off my butt and actively doing something against the cyborgs. “Well I’ll be applying obviously.”

  “Please be aware that it’s going to be dangerous,” Hank warned. “I told you because I want to see you happy again. I don’t want you to get hurt either.”

  But I didn’t care about that, I didn’t care about keeping myself safe. Since I lost Mike the only reason I kept on living was to have my chance at revenge. I certainly wasn’t about to turn my back on it now that it was here!

  “Yeah, yeah, thanks Hank. Hey, I’ll see you soon, maybe on the battlefield.”

  “But…”

  I clicked off before he could voice his worries and flicked the computer on. I needed to get my application in quickly, in case it was first come first served.

  Ever since Mike had been killed, I’d been living aimlessly with no real purpose. I wanted my revenge, but I had no clear way of going about it. I had no opportunity. Now though, I had one. Now I could finally do what I needed to. I would find a way to get to Craig, and I’d kill him in the worst way possible. I’d take my months of sadness and heartache out on him, making myself feel better in the process. It would be cathartic. That murdering subhuman cyborg deserved to die in the worst way, and I needed to be the one to do it. It was the only way I’d ever be able to move on with my life.

  All of a sudden, everything looked a whole lot brighter.

  ***

  Okay, this was not what I thought it was going to be. Things were a whole lot different to what I’d been expected when I signed up for this mission. I was feeling a little disillusioned.

  The training had started right away, the day after I sent in my application. Despite the fact that the whole thing was supposed to be a secret while they ironed out the details of the mission, many people seemed to have all the information, and the recruiters accepted every single applicant. Numbers were clearly key to taking down the cyborgs, which in theory was awesome because it got me on the list immediately. But on the other hand, there were so many recruits, I felt like I’d been sidelined.

  I wanted to be in the middle of everything, I envisioned myself learning to kill and using my new badass skills to get myself far. I didn’t think that I’d end up cleaning up messes and filling in pointless bits of paperwork.

  How was I ever going to get revenge for Mike, picking up after people? It was utter bullshit.

  I hadn’t seen anything of Hank the whole time, either. It seemed like the real, properly trained armed forces were kept away from the rest of us. Maybe we weren’t good enough for them, or maybe they had extra information we weren’t allowed to know. I wasn’t totally sure. The only thing I definitely knew was that I wasn’t going to get anywhere near any BX9765G models this way, never mind the one I wanted.

  “Fucking hell,” I muttered to myself, that all too familiar frustration and tension rising within me again. “Mike, what am I supposed to do?”

  Most recruits had at least used this new experience to make new friends and build some bonds with people who had similar outlooks or interests, but not me. I'd been a loner before enlisting, and I still kept to myself. Only now I’d decided to take that further and talk to myself, too. Well, not even myself, but to my dead brother. I knew I wasn’t going to get a response of any kind. I hadn’t quite gone that crazy just yet. But it made me feel closer to him.

  Mike wouldn’t have just sat around and allowed this to go on. He was a go-getter, the sort of pers
on who would have just made stuff happen. That was why I never made any effort to move out of our home, because he clearly wanted to stay living with me. If he hadn’t, he would have been gone. I was the lazier one of us both, the one who couldn’t be bothered and just let stuff happen. Well now it was time to be more like Mike. If I wanted something to happen, I had to make it happen.

  But how?

  I knew what I wanted to do. I needed to somehow get close to the cyborg Craig, and since this way wasn’t helping me, I needed to try something else. Something much less legal. Could I really do that? Could I actually start up my own mission, without any backup? The thought made my heart pound like crazy, and an iciness to trickle down my spine, but at the same time it created a buzz in my chest too.

  Maybe I could do this, maybe I had to do this. Maybe it would be the only way.

  I spent the rest of the day and night totally distracted, trying to figure out the best plan. A frontal assault sounded unlikely, and besides, I didn't want to get caught. The whole point was to kill Craig so I could get this all behind me and go back to my life, small as it was. I didn't want to go to some military prison.

  I decided I’d have to get to Craig whilst making it look like an accident.

  Ideas spun through my mind, some of them good, others terrible. All my thoughts kept coming back to the same thing, an idea that filled me with a cold dread. But if it was the only way then what other choice did I have? I was going to have to get myself kidnapped. It would be the only way to get to the cyborgs, without making it look like I was actually trying to get to the cyborgs. I felt like it was the sort of thing that Mike would do, which made me feel a whole lot better about it.