by Marian Tee
Oh.
She had imagined the prince saying so many things, mostly arrogant and taunting words, but she had never imagined he would say that.
Her head lowered.
The right answer should be ‘yes’. The prince was too cruel, and he had hurt her too many times. But…it was not the answer inside her heart. She only had to close her eyes and she could so easily remember the many times the prince had been tender with her, his possessiveness making her feel cherished and loved rather than imprisoned and abused.
As the silence between the prince and his stepsister grew, the prince slowly found himself losing hope. Despair and emptiness gnawed at him, he told himself stoically that if his stepsister did end up choosing the other man, he would not stand in her way.
He saw her shoulders start to shake, and it was as if he already had his answer. She probably just couldn’t say it because she was too nice, he thought harshly.
Slowly, the prince started to turn away.
Behind him, he heard her say, “Yes.”
The prince closed his eyes in defeat.
Tears running down her cheeks, Ella said tremulously, “I know that’s what I should answer. You’re my stepbrother, you’re a prince – you’re everything I shouldn’t yearn for.” She looked up, gray eyes meeting blue. “I should say yes, if only because you’ve hurt me so many times, but…” Her voice broke. “My heart says no.”
For a moment, the prince was frozen with disbelief.
But when he heard his stepsister swallow back another sob, the sound mobilized him, and with a groan, the prince sank on one knee in front of her. “I don’t deserve you, ukhayyah.”
Releasing a teary laugh, she said, “I know.” Her defenses completely crumbled at the emotions swirling in the prince’s blue eyes, and fresh tears struck her eyes as she felt his hands cup her face.
“Let me comfort you. Please.”
It was almost as if the prince was begging, and that someone as proud as him could do so…
She closed her eyes.
There was no other thing to say but…
“Yes.”
There was no time to even breathe after that. The prince rose up and in one swift motion, he had covered her mouth with kiss the same time his body pressed down against hers.
Her arms curled around the prince’s neck even as she fell back to the bed. Her tears added a salty taste to their kiss, prompting the prince to lift his head and lick her tears away. “No more tears, milady.”
But the prince’s whisper was so tender it only made her cry even more.
Shaking his head, the prince brushed the tears away and landed one kiss on each eyelid, making her close her eyes.
The prince whispered to her ear, “This shall be the last night we’ll be parted.” His breath in her ear made her shiver, but it was his next words that made her body buckle, the prince’s voice a low husky murmur as he commanded, “Now, I would like to keep my promise. Lie on your stomach and let me comfort you.”
The prince clasped her by the waist and, obeying his order, she flipped on her back. He undressed her swiftly and threw her nightgown to the floor. She heard clothes rustling and the realization that the prince was undressing himself made her heady with sensual excitement.
A moment later and the prince had returned to her, the heat of his naked body making her tremble. She held her breath as he lifted her hair off her neck, and the air swooshed out of her when she felt him kiss her nape.
Another moment and he was kissing his way down her body, making her spine tingle at the wet, warm touch of his tongue. A whimper escaped her as she felt his lips trace the curve of her bottom.
Behind Ella, the prince smiled at her reaction and he rewarded her by squeezing the plump cheeks of her pert butt. She buckled again, and his smile widened at her responsiveness.
“Exquisite,” he whispered as his hands continued down, caressing her shapely legs. “Exquisitely soft, exquisitely curvaceous…my stepsister is exquisite, and I want to fuck her.”
She started to moan, but he had already anticipated this, and his hand readily covered her mouth, silencing her. “Don’t make a sound, ukhayyah.” He reached for a pillow and handed it to her. “Bite it, scream into it – I don’t care what you do, just be quiet.” His voice was thick with desire. “After the ball, you can scream all you want but not now.”
Her mind whirled at his words, but again there was no time to think much about it, not with the prince kissing his way down her legs. It was as if he was worshipping her – oh God, her stepbrother prince was worshipping her body. The thought was enough to make her shiver anew.
He was holding her ankle now and kissing her soles.
She grabbed the pillow and bit into it.
“I think it’s time to turn you around, ukhayyah.” Again, he clasped her by the waist and turned her on her back. She held her breath again, expecting another sensual attack, but instead the prince reached for her hands.
And then he kissed her fingers one by one, as if apologizing for the pain she had endured, and tears pricked her eyes. “It’s not your fault,” she whispered.
“Of course it is,” the prince said flatly.
She watched him press her hand against his cheek, her heart thundering at the gesture.
“Tomorrow will be a difficult day, milady,” the prince said quietly. “You will find many trying to keep you from coming to the ball.”
“Including you?”
“Not anymore,” the prince answered cryptically. “But that’s no longer the point. I will not be able to help you at all times, but…” His gaze became fiercely demanding. “You must not give up.”
Oh.
She said shakily, “It’s like you’re telling me not to give up on you, Your Highness.” She waited desperately for the prince to agree, but instead, his lips only curved in a smile that was as enigmatic as his next words.
“Only if it is what you truly want.” And then he was reaching for her breasts.
Scrambling for her pillow, she brought it back to her mouth and screamed into it.
His gaze still holding hers captive, the prince started massaging her breasts, his touch a mixture of reverence and hunger. “Would you like your stepbrother prince to suck on your breasts?”
She could only moan at the question, but it seemed enough for the prince. He bent down and his mouth replaced one hand on her breast while his other hand continued caressing its rosy-tipped twin.
Her dazed eyes rested on the prince’s dark head as he suckled on her breast, sucking so hard it was almost as if he was only waiting to draw milk from the aching and swollen globe.
“Khal.” The prince’s name slipped out of her lips.
It had a profound impact on the prince, and he sucked harder on her nipple.
Her eyes squeezed shut at the pressure. “Khal.” The prince moved to her other breast, sucking on her other nipple just as hard, and she pressed the pillow back to her mouth as she cried out loudly, “KHAL.”
The prince shuddered. “Temptress,” he accused, lifting his head to look at her, barely leashed desire in his eyes.
She gasped as he suddenly pulled held her up by the hips. Her lower body was now completely up in the air, her legs dangling down his arms, her pussy on his face.
Her heart hammered against her chest at the strange position. “Your Highness---” Her words turned into a silent scream as the prince’s mouth landed at the center of her core.
AAAAAAAAAAH.
The prince started eating her pussy and there was nothing she could do but lie helpless against his devouring mouth. The position of her body made her unable to hold on to anything. All she could do was toss her head left and right while she felt herself being so beautifully eaten.
His tongue was relentless, thrusting in and out of her wetness like an agile little cock. She started to sob as the pleasure built inside her. Oh God, this was going to be so---
The prince’s mouth suddenly moved up, his teeth closing
on her throbbing clitoris.
She came with another silent scream.
Oh God, her stepbrother prince was eating her clit!
The words pounded in her mind as she came, over and over, the dirty thought more than enough to prolong her orgasm for another tortuous minute. Her body shook, her eyes rolled back, her lips parted, but still the prince continued eating the sensitive nub of flesh.
A sigh of tired relief escaped her when the prince finally eased his mouth on her and she felt herself being lowered back to the bed.
But it wasn’t over.
Her eyes flew open when she felt the prince nudging her legs to a wide V, and her eyes widened even more when she saw him positioning his fully engorged cock behind her entrance. “No.” The word came out an incredulous whisper. “Your Highness, you can’t---”
She was unable to finish, the prince already sliding his cock into her, and her words turned into a moan.
Over her, the prince said pleasantly, “I’m not finished comforting you, milady.” And then he began pumping his cock hard and fast into her, so damn deep the head of his cock started brushing against her womb, making her fumble for the pillow so she could scream into it. She screamed with each thrust. She couldn’t stop screaming, every thrust rocking her world and sending her spinning into new heights of ecstasy.
But even as she had her second orgasm, it was still not over, the prince’s idea of giving comfort lasting the entire night and well into the morning.
The prince had her on her fours, fucking her from behind. The prince had her on top, making her ride him and drawing so much comfort from it she had turned into a limp doll after. But even then, it was still not over. Even with her completely wilted, the prince managed to bring her body alive with his expert touch.
“Are you ready, ukhayyah?” the prince rasped from behind. He was seated on the bed, leaning against the headboard while she was on his lap, a wet, wanton mess who could only follow his every command.
She could barely shake her head. “Please, Your Highness.” She couldn’t remember ever feeling this tired.
But her words only made the prince laugh. “One last time, milady.” His fingers dipped between her legs. She tried to keep her thighs together, but the prince was too strong, and soon he was lining her folds, his fingers expertly rousing her extra-sensitive pussy. In moments, he had her trembling, desire winning over exhaustion.
Her head fell back as she felt him lift her up.
Another moment, and he was impaling her with his cock.
Aaaaaaaah.
She moaned at the prince’s penetration, which was deeper than usual, and she kept moaning with every instance he impaled her with his giant cock. It was surreal, the way the prince could keep it erect the entire night, but she knew she couldn’t really complain.
He fucked her hard and long, and by the time it was over, she could no longer keep her eyes open, not even when her body jerked with their simultaneous orgasms, his seed pumping into her, mixing with her own come.
The prince gathered his stepsister protectively into his arms, and when he lifted her off the bed, she curled against his chest like a little kitten. He brought her to the Jacuzzi, which was already bubbling with soothingly hot water. She barely stirred as he stepped into the whirlpool bath with her, and the prince said softly, “Wake up, milady.”
He reached for the soap and began soaping her body from behind. His stepsister let out a sensual sound of pleasure, but her eyes remained closed, and his lips curved at the dreamy look on her face. It was not a bad thing at all, the prince thought, to see his woman so wiped out at the pleasure he had given her.
Ella’s eyes fluttered open when she felt herself being placed on her feet. They were back in the bedroom, she realized, and the prince was toweling her dry. Outside her window, the sun was already shining brightly, and Ella realized drowsily that the day of the ball had finally come.
By the time the prince swept her back up in his arms, she was already nodding on her feet, and she could no longer keep her eyes open when the prince tucked her in.
When she felt the prince press his lips to her hair, it almost felt like a dream, and so did his last words.
“Come to the ball, ukhayyah.” The prince’s voice was quiet and tender, fierce and possessive, all at the same time. “I will be waiting to make you my bride.”
The Slippers
It was already five in the afternoon when I woke up, and I scrambled to my feet, knowing I had little time to waste. Why hadn’t anyone woken me up, I wondered in panic. The ball would be starting in an hour, and I still had so many things to clear up with the prince.
After taking a hasty shower, I didn’t even hesitate at my choice of clothes. I reached for the gown I had mended last night, no longer caring how I would look in it when the world saw me in my old gown and compared it to the fancier dresses of the other princesses. Nothing mattered, I thought dreamily as I rushed down the stairs, except for the fact that the prince loved me. This ball would not be the bride hunt everyone thought it was. Instead, it would be an engagement ball---
I froze upon reaching the foot of the stairs, suddenly finding myself face to face with the entire royal family – the king, the queen, Lady Dezza…and my stepbrother prince.
The king and queen had forced smiles on their faces. The sight made me nervous, making me remember a second too late that I had yet to curtsy. “Your Majesties.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I bent down.
“Good evening, daughter.” Henri’s voice was overly exuberant.
“Lady Dezza.” I tried to ignore the smirking look on my stepsister’s face while curtsying the second time. Finally, I faced the prince. “Your Highness.” After curtsying, I raised expectant eyes at him, waiting for him to say something – anything.
But he didn’t.
The prince’s handsome face remained coldly expressionless, and my smile started to slip. “Khal?”
A forbidding look crossed his face, and he murmured icily, “Pray tell, milady. Have I ever given you leave to address me in such a way?”
I whitened at his censuring words. “No, but---” I could only look at him, could only beg the prince with my eyes. Why are you like this again? Where was the man who had made love to me so tenderly and passionately last night?
But the prince only appeared bored as he drawled, “You’re wasting our time.” His gaze raked over me from head to toe, and his tone was contemptuous as he asked, “Surely that’s not what you’re wearing to the ball?”
His cruelty was an appalling shock, making me stammer like an idiot. “I’m sorry…I…I…” I shook my head in hurt confusion.
The prince turned his back on me. “There’s no point for you to come if you’re this unprepared.” Facing the king and queen, he said stiffly, “If you will excuse me, Your Majesties, I’d like to take my leave first.”
When the prince was gone, Ruth stepped towards me, a look of dismay on her face. “I’m sorry, child.” She considered my dress, and her dismay turned into sadness. “Why did you lie to me about having a dress? Surely you do not truly believe this is appropriate?”
Coming to stand beside her, the king said awkwardly, “While I would like to say we can wait for you to prepare, I’m afraid we can’t do that, my dear. It would be the height of disrespect to have our guests waiting, especially since one of them could be the future princess---” My gasp cut him off, and the king asked, “What is it?”
“The bride hunt is still on?” I asked faintly.
“It was never cancelled, milady.” Oblivious to my pain, the king glanced at his daughter, asking, “Perhaps you could wait for your sister instead?”
I expected Lady Dezza to refuse, but instead she said with a smile, “Of course. I shall take care of her. Off you go then.”
Henri was visibly relieved, but Ruth still asked me worriedly, “You don’t mind, my darling?”
“I’ll be all right,” I lied.
When they were gone, Lady Dezza
startled me by reaching to pat my hand. “I’m sorry the prince led you on, my dear.” I flinched at her words, and she said hastily, “I do not mean to hurt you. Please know that as a woman I am on your side.”
“Thank you.” My voice was thread thin. “I’m not exactly sure what to do now.”
“Perhaps you’d like to go away for a while?” With my head bowed, I completely missed the scheming gleam in her eyes as she suggested, “I can help you with that if you wish.” When she saw me hesitate, she said softly, “It’s up to you, of course, but as someone who’s experienced a lot of heartbreaks, I can say that putting some distance between you and…” She paused delicately, as if unsure what other word to use to describe the prince without naming him.
I asked painfully, “Have I been so obvious?”
“It’s not your fault, my dear. My brother is an expert in seduction. You stood no chance.”
I bit my lip. “What about the king and queen?”
“Let me worry about them.” Lady Dezza gave me another kind smile. “So, would you like to go away?”
I packed lightly and quickly, as Lady Dezza suggested. On my way out, I spied a package laid next to the door with my name on it. Not bothering to see what was inside, I simply picked it up and zipped the box with the rest of the contents inside my overnight bag.
A black car was waiting for me at the back of the palace, as my stepsister promised. A pair of burly-looking men came out of the car the moment I appeared, and one of them opened the door for me.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, but the man only grunted.
A few moments later, and we were off, the car speeding down the driveway. As the distance between the palace and me grew, my heart felt heavier and heavier. To distract myself, I unzipped my bag, remembering the package I had yet to open.
Tearing the wrapper away, I took off the lid from the box---
A pair of glass slippers rested on a bed of white silk.
Just like Cinderella, I thought dazedly.
The symbolic meaning wasn’t lost on me at all, and it wasn’t hard to guess who was the person behind the gift. Suddenly, memories of last night tumbled back into my mind, and this time I didn’t just remember the times we made love. This time, I also remembered the prince’s words.
