by Diana Ames
Remembering Damian’s mouth on her and his fingers inside her, Mellissandra reached down and slipped a finger between her folds. The flames inside her turned to fire. As she rubbed and stroked the button at the top of her slit, she discovered that the harder she rubbed and the faster she stroked, the more the fire consumed her.
Her breath was coming in and out in pants and gasps, and she could almost feel Damian’s tongue on her again. She slid her fingers down and pushed them inside her. She mimicked the motion he’d made with his fingers, and it wasn’t long before she saw stars exploding. As her knees weakened, she sank to the floor of the shower stall, the water still flowing over her.
Her head shot up at the sound of mocking claps. Damian was standing in the doorway of the bathing chamber, watching her. Mellissandra suddenly felt very exposed, and she pulled her knees into her chest to try to cover herself.
“Don’t cover yourself now, my beautiful little liar,” he said derisively. “That was such a lovely show. If I hadn’t examined you myself, I would be questioning your virginity right now.”
Ducking her head, Mellissandra felt shamed by his words and by what she had just done to herself. She should have remembered that she had no privacy here. She should have remembered that good girls didn’t touch their private parts. She should have kept her mind on why she came here in the first place. She should not have gotten swept up in physical pleasure.
Damian crossed the room, also avoiding the bathtub, and shut the water off. He reached down and roughly grabbed Sandra by the arm, hauling her to her feet.
“The clothing you wore to the interview is waiting for you in the bedroom,” he snapped. “Dry and get dressed.”
She stood there, gaping at him. She was being thrown out of the castle. Is it because I refused to admit that someone visited me?
Still holding her arm, Damian began pulling her out of the bathing chamber. When they got into the bedroom, he shoved her toward her folded clothes on the bed.
“Why?” she asked, tears filling her eyes. She kept telling herself she needed to be here to get money for her brother, but the pain in her heart was telling a different story. “I don’t want to leave,” she whispered. What she didn’t say was that she didn’t want to leave him.
“Well, Mellissandra,” he began.
She gasped when he used her real name.
“It appears that you are quite the accomplished liar. Not only did you lie to me earlier today about how you knew my name, but it appears you lied on your application as well.”
Her face went chalk white. He knows? How does he know? And so quickly? Panic was scorching her chest, leaving a physical ache in its wake.
“Not going to play dumb this time, Mellissandra?” he asked angrily. “Not going to deny you have five siblings and a mother and father who have been terribly worried since their nineteen-year-old daughter disappeared in the middle of the night?”
“I did it for my brother,” Mellissandra mumbled, her face buried into her chest.
She was beginning to feel faint. He really did know everything. She moved to the bed and picked up the freshly laundered panties.
“Oh, I know why you did it. Your father and I had a long conversation just a few minutes ago,” Damian told her. Damian grabbed her by her naked shoulders and shook her. He was so angry he didn’t notice the limp wobble of her head. “What was your plan? How did you think you would get away with this deception?” he shouted at her.
“I…I…I was hoping the prince would give me gifts, maybe jewelry or something that I could send to my family to sell,” she whispered frantically. “And I didn’t think being the prince’s life mate would be so bad. The only other job I could find that would give me any amount of money was being a whore, and I could never face my family again if I did that.”
“What do you think you would have been here?” Damian was stunned at her stupidity. “He wasn’t going to marry you. You have no royal blood. You would have shared his bed, and if you survived that, you would have carried his children and then been forced to give them up. Yes, he probably would have given you gifts after you gave him a son. Can your brother wait that long? Stupid girl,” Damian muttered and released her before he walked over to the fireplace.
Mellissandra dropped the panties she was holding and crumpled to the floor. All of her fight and spirit evaporated with his words. She was stupid. Life mate wasn’t wife. It was a mistress. She’d made herself a whore. She suddenly started laughing, and soon, she was hysterical.
“What is wrong with you?” Damian yelled at her. He was afraid her mind had snapped.
“I’m a whore,” she said between hysterical giggles. “A virgin whore.” She flopped back onto the floor and clutched her stomach, still laughing.
“Oh my god,” Damian muttered. This girl is going to drive me mad. “Settle yourself,” he snapped at her. “I don’t want to have to slap you.”
It was like someone had flipped a switch. Mellissandra jumped to her feet, color rising in her cheeks. Naked, she stalked over to Damian and stared him in the eye. Faster than he could blink, she smacked him hard.
“I think you’ve already hit me enough, don’t you?” she asked angrily.
“Perhaps not if you’ve already forgotten the lesson that spanking was supposed to teach you,” Damian said.
“Damn you, Damian,” she whispered and smacked him again.
His anger and his desire rose to the surface, and with the second slap, he lost control of both. Grabbing her, he pulled her naked body against him and kissed her hard. She struggled with him for a moment before capitulating to her desire for him.
Damian kissed her until he couldn’t breathe. When he pulled his lips away from her, he could see she was just as affected as he was by their embrace. He reached down and roughly handled her juicy mound. When she moaned, he lost the last tiny grip he had on himself. He swept her into his arms and took her to the bed. Despite his assurances to her father, Damian knew there was no way Mellissandra was leaving here a virgin.
***
Prince Anton was nearly asleep when Gilly let herself into his apartment. He heard the front door open and close. There were only two people who would enter his apartment without knocking and being granted entrance, and one of them had just left. Anton knew, ready or not, it was time to talk to Gilly.
Anton hadn’t had nearly enough time to process everything Damian had told him, but he agreed with Damian. He had to end this now. Anton sighed. This wasn’t something he was looking forward to.
“Anton,” Gilly called softly, nudging open his bedroom door. “Are you awake?”
“Come in, Gilly,” Anton said to her. He took a deep breath as though to brace himself for the coming confrontation and then tried to stifle the groan of pain that escaped his lips.
“Are you feeling okay?” Gilly asked him. “We should take you to medical and do some X-rays.”
“That won’t be necessary, Gilly, but thank you for the concern,” he said. “I’ve taken a few punches and kicks before. I’ll be fine in a few days, and if I’m not, I’ll come down and get checked out.” Anton couldn’t help but think he would only go when he knew she wouldn’t be on shift.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, Gilly lightly ran her hand over the bruises appearing on his torso. It was the caress of a concerned lover, and even with his newfound knowledge, Anton found his body responding. He grabbed her hand and sandwiched it between his own, stopping her touch.
“Gilly, we need to talk—” he began.
Before he could say more, she cut him off.
“Anton, I’m not upset or angry about earlier,” she said quickly. “I told you before, I will do anything you need, and I meant it. I’ll admit that you took me by surprise—”
“Gilly, stop,” Anton said in a pained whisper.
“But it was so wonderful when you kissed me first, Anton. I knew you had feelings for me just as I—”
“Gilly,” Anton said louder, “stop. Now!” He sig
hed as she finally quit speaking. “Gilly,” he said again, “this cannot go on.”
“But, Anton, I told you that I wasn’t upset about this afternoon. You didn’t really hurt me. I’m okay,” she said, almost pleading with him.
“This isn’t about this afternoon. Although, I am terribly sorry about that. I know I hurt you, Gilly. You passed out from the pain.” Releasing her hand, he smoothed his palms over his sore face.
“It really wasn’t that—” Gilly said again in a pleading voice.
“I know how fucking bad it was, Gilly. You’re not the first woman I’ve done that to!” he shouted at her. The extra air required to yell had him clutching his sore ribs in pain, but he continued anyway. “But this is not about what happened today!” He took a few shallow breaths and looked away from her. A few moments of silence later, he schooled his features and met her eyes. “I don’t share your feelings,” he said baldly.
“I know you love me, Anton. You’ve shown it to me. I don’t need you to be able to say the words,” Gilly whispered brokenly.
“Yes, I do love you, Gilly,” Anton said. Before she could get her hopes up, he quickly said with a gulp, “I love you like a…like a sister.”
“You took my virginity, Anton. You bent me over the desk in your office and fucked me hard and fast. You don’t do that to your sister,” she said furiously.
“I’m sorry, Gilly,” Anton said, fighting back tears. He knew he was hurting her, and it was the kind of pain that no one enjoyed. “I don’t love you the way you want me to. I won’t have sex with you again.”
“Is that a fact?” Gilly snapped at him. “You were all over me in your office today, and then you couldn’t get enough of me this evening. What’s changed, Anton?” Her eyes widened as she realized the answer to her question. “Damian. What did he say to you?”
“Damian has nothing to do with this, Gilly,” Anton said, realizing it was the truth. Damian might have told him about Gilly’s parentage, but he wasn’t responsible for it.
“Bullshit!” she shouted, jumping to her feet. “This isn’t over, Anton, not by a long shot.” With those parting words, she stormed out of his bedroom and apartment, slamming doors hard enough to knock pictures off the walls.
Anton sighed. He’d known it wouldn’t be an easy conversation, but he’d thought the difficult part would be saying the words he knew would break her heart. And he was right; it had been difficult. But he’d never thought that Gilly—sweet, biddable, submissive Gilly—would flat-out refuse to let him end their sexual relationship.
Before he fell asleep, Anton said a prayer, something that he hadn’t done since he was a very small boy. He prayed for the pain in Gilly’s heart and soul to ease, he prayed that she would accept that he didn’t want a sexual relationship with her, and mostly, he prayed that he hadn’t already gotten her pregnant.
***
After tearing out of Anton’s apartment, Gilly was tempted to hunt down Damian and shoot him for his interference. Gilly knew that if it weren’t for Damian, she’d be snuggled deep in Anton’s arms right now. His beast would have been satisfied, and they could have made love to each other all night long.
Gilly was so lost in thought that she was surprised when she turned up in the medical department. After taking a moment to compose herself, she put on her professional mask as she headed to the isolation unit. It was still early, but perhaps she could get a result on a pregnancy test. Her plan was more important now than ever.
***
Damian laid Mellissandra on the bed and quickly covered her naked body with his own. His hot lips moved fast over her face, neck, and breasts. Her gasps and moans had him fumbling for the buttons on his shirt. He was desperate to feel her bare skin against his. When he finally managed to take off his shirt, he attacked her mouth once again, pressing his hairy chest against her soft breasts.
Mellissandra was just as caught up as Damian in the hot kisses. With his weight pressing her into the firm mattress, her hands found their way into his hair, gripping handfuls of his locks, as his tongue fucked her mouth the way she hoped his cock would soon fuck her pussy. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist in an attempt to get closer to him, but his pants were in the way. Frustration was beginning to override her desire, and she flung her arms and legs down against the mattress.
Damian chuckled as he seemed to know exactly what her problem was. He lifted off her just enough to undo his fly and shove his pants down to his knees. He softly whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Simultaneously, he captured her mouth and plunged his cock into her virginal pussy. Her cry of pain was trapped as his tongue plundered her mouth. Damian paused long enough for her to adjust to his size. It was only seconds before Mellissandra began shifting under him, attempting to force him to move inside her.
Damian began with long, deep, and slow thrusts. Attempting to hold himself back, he wanted to make her come first, but control became a figment of his imagination as he felt her tight pussy encasing him. As she whimpered under him, begging for more with her eyes, he pumped harder and faster.
Reaching between their bodies, Damian began pressing on the hard bud between the folds of her wet pussy. He knew he wasn’t going to last more than another few minutes, and he needed to feel her orgasm on his cock. When her breathing got louder and more ragged, he knew she was close. He could feel her walls pulsing around him. Leaning his head down, he took one hard nipple between his lips and sucked hard.
Mellissandra screamed with pleasure when Damian began kissing her breast. Explosions were firing off inside her, and her entire body went stiff underneath him. She clutched at his back in an attempt to keep herself earthbound. As she felt hot spurts filling her, she cried out again.
Rolling off of Mellissandra, Damian collapsed onto the bed beside her. He buried his face in his hands and called himself every foul name he could think of. He’d just robbed a nineteen-year-old girl of her virginity. He’d ruined her after he’d vowed to her father that she was still pure. The worst thing was that it was the best sex he’d ever had in his entire life.
He wanted to keep her. He wanted to lock her away, so only he could see her and enjoy her beauty and wit, but he knew that wasn’t what was best for her. With that thought in mind, Damian gathered his resolve and stood up. He threw on his clothes and headed for the door.
“Be ready to go in an hour,” he said. “Someone from security will be here to escort you back to your family.” Silently closing the door behind him, Damian vowed to never see her again.
***
Gilly held the stick aloft with a joyous smile breaking over her face. If anyone had been around to see her, they’d have been stunned at the radiant beauty she displayed. But of course, Gilly had to celebrate this victory alone. No one could ever learn about what she was doing.
“Doctor,” the soft voice of the woman in the bed called to Gilly. “How can I be pregnant? I have never lain with a man.”
Gilly wiped the smile from her face and became the consummate professional once again. She knew this could go a few ways, and she preferred the path of least resistance. “My dear, you’ve said yourself that the last thing you remember was coming to the castle for an interview. You have no recollection of the interview or that you were found at that time to be not pure.”
Gilly walked over to the head of the bed and kneeled down, faking a sincere look of kindness. “It is very possible that you will never recall exactly what occurred between coming to the castle and waking up in my medical ward,” Gilly said, giving her a soft smile. “But I want you to know that I am going to take very good care of you.”
“What about the father of the baby?” Jenalynn asked. Tears dripped from her eyes, splashing to the floor.
“Unless someone comes forward, we might never know who fathered the child in your belly,” Gilly said. “Given the circumstances, I think it is very unlikely that any man would be brave enough to face the wrath of the crown for taking your innocence.”
“What am I going to do, Doctor? I can’t even lie on my back. How will I make it through a pregnancy? How will I raise a child? I have no money probably no place to live now, and I’m all alone.” Jenalynn sobbed.
“Don’t worry,” Gilly said, softly stroking Jenalynn’s hair. “Let’s just keep the pregnancy between you and me for now. I will find a way to take care of you and make everything all better.”
Gilly soothed the woman like she would a child; all the while, her heart was beating with anticipation. She would befriend this sad, pathetic girl and make her believe that Gilly was doing everything for her benefit. Gilly couldn’t believe how everything was perfectly falling into place.
“I have to go now,” Gilly said, rising to her feet. “But I don’t want you to worry. I want you to concentrate on healing. I will take care of everything else. I will take care of you.”
Gilly walked out of the room and went to the decontamination showers. It was all for show. She didn’t give the blonde anything that could really hurt anyone else, but Gilly knew she had to keep up appearances.
Nothing could stop the maniacal grin from stealing her lips as she walked down the corridor. She now knew that it was only a matter of time before Anton was hers forever.
***
Mellissandra was still naked and lying on the bed when a knock sounded on the door. She scrambled to cover herself as she heard the key turn in the lock. The doors swung open, and two large men in security uniforms entered the room.
“Why aren’t you dressed?” one of the guards barked at her. “We have to take you home, and it’s already late.”
