His Royal Majesty : A Royal Wedding Romance

by Cassandra Bloom

  She had a job to do.

  Breakfast was almost upon them—and Veronica knew that now half of the ladies had been eliminated. This left more private conversations for Adrian and his bachelorettes. They had only a handful of days left.

  She prepared herself for the day—she wrapped her dark hair into a tight bun, and made sure her clothes were wrinkle free. Her hands went down her body smoothly—swiftly recalling Adrian's heat. She shook her head—trying to free herself from the memory.

  Her phone buzzed, and when she looked at it—her mouth almost fell onto the floor.

  His Majesty requests the presence of you and your fiance for breakfast.

  Her stomach tightened and then lurched. She gripped the phone so hard she thought she heard it crack.

  "No way," she whispered—thanking God that no one was around to see her reaction. A hard knot formed inside her—and for a moment she thought Adrian might be sabotaging her.

  He had threatened to tell her fiance—would he do it now over breakfast?

  Would he tell Brian that we made out last night?

  Her stomach twisted in unimaginable ways. She couldn't think of a way around it. Could she fake sickness longer?

  Another message came in. She almost didn't want to look.

  Now—Brian is on his way.

  That made her move—she rushed out of the door and sprinted down the hall. She had to get there before Brian did—she was running as fast as she could—but the hallways were all littered with decorations and piles of other objects, that it made her feel like she was running for miles. She prayed that her sweat wouldn't' betray her—show them how nervous she was.

  She ran up to the dining room door, and stopped short. She took a huge breath before going in.

  "Hey girl," she heard Dexter's familiar voice. She snapped to face him—she felt like she was spinning out of control. She didn't know how much more she could take.

  "Dex!" she wrapped her arms around him a quick hug, she needed a second to breathe— "Thanks so much for covering for me last night."

  He nodded with a huge smile on his face, "It was nothing really—turns out I didn't have to do anything." He adjusted his coat after she hugged him. He was on his way to the bar.

  "What do you mean?" her breath was finally calming down.

  He shrugged, "He didn't have his date—but I heard he sent that woman home anyways..."

  "Oh—" she managed to say, she felt confused. Was it because of her?

  But Dexter leaned in, "But truth be told—I was passing by his room earlier and that assistant of his was yelling at him—telling him he had to, like, stop getting distracted."

  Dexter shrugged as if he didn't know what that meant—but, Veronica might.

  They heard the clatter of dishes on the other side of the doors—they must be serving breakfast. She had run out of time. She gave Dexter a quick peck, like they usually did, and told him thanks anyways. He bounced in the direction of the bar—he must have been bored with a ship full of ladies.

  Veronica took a breath and stepped into the dining room.

  "About damn time," Adrian's cold eyes locked onto hers. She froze for a moment, her body ached within an instant—betraying her earlier promise. Her eyes locked onto his—but, he didn't gaze at her like he did earlier—he stared at her with coldness.

  She blinked and realized that Brian was sitting there already—napkin in his coat.

  I always hated that.

  It had never been appealing to her, and right now, it was just plain embarrassing.

  One of the women sat across from Brian—they were at a small table now. It only sat four as compared to the huge dining table that sat the crazed banana-slurping women.

  Veronica recognized her now, she was one of the banana winners. Adrian had tugged her hair when he stared at Veronica. Veronica gulped—was he teasing her now?

  She walked slowly across the room, she tried to act normal. But, a rising feeling of jealousy fluttered within her. A new thought entered her mind.

  Maybe Adrian wanted to mess with her—maybe he was showing her that she was not worth anything to him.

  Veronica deflated immediately.

  "Feeling better?" Adrian's voice slithered across the table. Veronica sat across from him.

  She blinked and looked around the table, "Oh—yes, thank you."

  "Good," Adrian snapped, "It took you long enough to get here."

  Veronica's jaw dropped—why was he being so mean to her? Her eyes fluttered to Brian, who was now digging into his meal—happy to eat beside the Prince.

  "Thank you your majesty for inviting us—" he said with a mouth full of food, "Really is a pleasure to dine with royalty."

  Veronica felt a wave of disgust—Brian was beaming at the Prince, like he was a god or something. Veronica knew him well by now—he would boast about this all over his page, and when they returned home—telling everyone how Adrian adored him. Brian returned to shoving more food down his throat. Veronica caught Adrian's eyes. He stared at Brian— a look of equal disgust on her face.

  Why am I here?

  Breakfast was passing in silence. Veronica ran out of water—her throat was dry this whole time, as she waited for Adrian to say something like "Oh hey your fiance and I almost had sex last night" or "Your fiance wants me harder than she wants you."

  Although it was true—she couldn't let that happen. She looked around for the waiter—they should have been out here, surveying the breakfast for the Prince.

  Adrian coughed slyly, "Oh—I dismissed your staff—I figured you could do us the honors."

  She gasped for a moment, "Me—serve you all?" Her voice was tight. That came out of nowhere.

  Adrian raised his eyebrows—she looked to Brian for help, but he looked at her like what was she waiting for.

  "Is that a problem?"

  She met his cool stare—she couldn't show him her doubt—her fear.

  "No, sir."

  His mouth twitched.

  She nodded once and got up, walking to the banquet bar and grabbing some water. She walked to the prince first, and offered it to him. She bent down and poured the water in his glass, and then she repeated for the woman, Brian, and finally her own glass. As she raised the pitcher, she caught Adrian's eyes—his eyebrows were furrowed and he stared at her like he wanted to punch something.

  A new knot formed in her stomach but she quickly placed the jug back on the table and returned to her seat.

  "So, what other plans do you have today, Adrian?" the woman cooed. She had barely spoken—perhaps Veronica and Brian's presence deterred her from throwing herself at Adrian.

  Adrian's eyes twinkled, looking at Veronica, "What do I have planned?"

  Veronica replied smartly, "You have a lunch date with Cressida at noon."

  She knew his schedule.

  "Change it," he demanded. She dropped her fork at the sound of his voice.

  "Of course, sir—" she stammered. She was about to pick up her fork again, but his gaze was intense.

  "Now."

  She looked at the others. Brian's eyes told her she was embarrassing him, and the brunette was looking at her like she clearly confused.

  Veronica shot up and excused herself, "My apologies—I left the organizer in my office—I'll be right back."

  She scurried out of the room—but, she heard his voice behind her as he sighed loudly.

  "I'm probably going to have to do this myself."

  And, she heard his chair scoot back and his footsteps follow her as the dining room closed behind her.

  Her heart raced. Is he going to follow me?

  She heard the dining room open behind her and his footsteps step in time with her. He was a few yards away. Her heart raced, what the hell was he doing?

  Was he really going to embarrass her in front of everyone like that?

  She hurried—turning the corners quickly without turning into a full sprint. She spotted her office and she practically leapt for the door.

>   It was locked— "Dammit," she fumbled for her key.

  The keys shook her in hands, they almost fell through her fingers. She heard his footsteps round the corner.

  She found the key and placed it into the hole—her heart pounding.

  Suddenly, a hand wrapped around hers. She gasped—and Adrian pressed his body against hers. Her heart thrashed in her chest. She had no idea what he was doing—but, she also felt the sweet burn of his body against hers.

  He fingers tightened around hers and he twisted the key in her hand, unlocking the door.

  "Get in," he whispered.

  She swallowed, and she walked into her office.

  Chapter 15

  Adrian closed the door behind them, letting it lock with a silent click. The office was small—it had one medium size window that looked out into the ocean—and a small desk in the middle of the room. You could barely walk around the desk without running into a cabinet or stack of boxes.

  Veronica turned to face him, she was trapped between the desk and him.

  He smiled.

  He lost this battle—it had been his mistake to ask her to serve them. When she got up and leaned over him, her breasts next to his face, her ass tight under her skirt—he caved. And on top of that, the way she said yes and no sir. Her eyes glistening as she stood up to him. He wanted to throw her over the table. His body ran the show now—he had made up the whole Cressida thing on the spot—his mouth ran before he could think.

  She stuttered, "Do you want me to —" she pointed to the binder behind her—it must be her organizer.

  He had told himself earlier that he could prove she was a servant to him—but, his body ached for something more.

  I can prove it though—I can prove it, and get rid of this ache.

  He stepped closer, "To what?"

  She gulped, backing up until her body hit the table, "To do the—" her words were lost. He smiled wider, he liked her this way, succumbing to him.

  "I want you to do—me," he purred. He stepped closer to her, until he squeezed her against the desk.

  Her eyes fluttered—she wanted him too, and he noticed that her leg hitched up at his words, on demand.

  He placed his hand on her thigh—he ran his fingers across her skin—it made him tingle.

  Her breathing picked up pace—her eyes stayed focused on him.

  "I can't," she whispered, her voice soft. His fingers glided up her hip and then her thigh, his other hand wrapping around her waist. She leaned back a little, hesitant, but instead, it pressed her hot mound against his bulge—making them both blush with want.

  He leaned in close, their faces almost touching—he wanted to kiss her, but the promise held in his mind. He had do make her satisfy him. He couldn't simply thrust himself into her—it was too personal right now.

  "Kiss me," he said, as her leg wrapped around his. Her eyes fluttered and she bent her head to reach his lips. But, he pulled back.

  "Not there—" he grinned. His pants felt tight around his erection.

  She blinked and then looked down to his bulge—she looked back at him, and gulped.

  He let her go and stood back—he wanted her to come to him, of her own accord. He took a few steps until his back was leaning against the door, waiting.

  Her eyes were lustful—sleepy, as she was in a trance. But, to his surprise, and got to her knees.

  "Yes, sir," she purred low as she got onto all fours and crawled to him.

  His dick pumped—a shot of fire went through him.

  How the hell did she do that?

  His breath caught in his throat as she watched him approach him on her knees and then reach for belt. His hips shook a little—anticipating the orgasm. She had already made his dick reach for her, simply by words alone.

  She lowered her boxers and gasped when his hard cock sprung out of his confined clothing.

  "Holy hell," she whispered under her breath. Her eyes widened as she gazed at it, taking it into her hands. His dick moved under her touch—he wanted her to touch him. Her gaze showed awe and overwhelm—it rang a bell of familiarity that he couldn't place right now. His mind was swirling with her touch as she grabbed his dick and took it into her mouth.

  He moaned in an instant. Her mouth was warm and she sucked on his immediately. He didn't get a chance to savor her licking lips as her throat took him in. Ripples of pleasure coursed through him, and he was soon desperate for air as she shoved her mouth onto him again and again. He hadn't expected it to feel so good. He looked down, and his balls tightened against his body as he stared into her dark eyes. They were entirely focused on him. He wrapped his hand around her head, as she took him in deeper—his breaths fast and hurried. He body was clenching with the coming orgasm already. He pulled at her hair, pushing him further into her mouth—she moaned with a deep pleasure, her slurping sounds reverberated through his cock and up his balls—making his body tighten over and over.

  They were in rhythmic motion now. Veronica's hand groped at his shaft as she sucked on him harder. He balls slapped against her chin and she moaned as she licked him up and down. Their eyes locked, and he realized that she was enjoying this. He saw the fire in her eyes—she was loving it, she wanted to suck him like a lollipop.

  The explosion arose within him and he came—squirting into her mouth. The orgasm rocked him to the core, shaking his body in huge waves as he squirted into her mouth again and again. Veronica's face did not change—she slurped him easily and greedily into her mouth, swallowing his come. He was breathing fast and hard, he couldn't catch his breath.

  He felt hollow—completely dried out, but also because he achieved his goal, he had her his servant but he only wanted more.

  Veronica stayed on her knees stunned—Adrian gently grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her. He grabbed a napkin off the table and cleaned off the come from her lips. She stared at him with wide eyes, they sparkled. She licked her lips as he brushed past them. He couldn't help but stare into her eyes. He knew what he wanted to do—but, it was totally against guy protocol. After a blow job, you never kissed the woman. But, his lips founds hers anyways. It was a light touch, but it coursed through him. He told her to stay for a minute while he returned to the dining room. She looked hot and flustered and he imagined all the ways he could have her still.

  He walked back towards the dining room, his body buzzing. He looked back to her office—he was not going to come down from this high any time soon. He wondered where her own quarters would be—where he could find her at night to finish what he started. There was something nagging at him—the way she looked at him, he could tell there was something hidden behind her eyes.

  He turned and ran right into another body.

  Adrian almost tripped, but he caught the body that ran into him. He blinked, looking into a young man's face.

  "Oh my gosh—" the man blushed, "I am so sorry your majesty." The young guy looked familiar—he was from the bar.

  Adrian straightened himself, looking to the guy's name tag, "That's OK—Dexter."

  Dexter beamed clearly turning red, "No, no—it was my fault—let me make it up to you." He waved his hand theatrically. This was a funny guy, and he seemed to like Adrian. Adrian smiled, he had a way of playing all his cards. Adrian draped an arm around Dexter.

  "Actually there is a way you could make it up to me," he smiled down at Dexter—whose cheeks were turning bright red.

  "Any—anything for you sir."

  Adrian was used to this kind of reaction, "Let's say that I wanna send Veronica a gift—a surprise for her room for all her hard work—where would I find her and her fiance's room?"

  Adrian knew he wouldn't send her flowers or anything—but knowing would come in handy.

  Dexter batted a hand at him, "Oh that's so sweet of you—actually, they don't bunk together..."

  Adrian looked at him surprise, "Really—what is she a snorer?" This hint could be what he was looking for.

  Dexter blushed harder, looking down, "No�
��she's a sweet thing—she wanted to wait until marriage to bed with him."

  Adrian's jaw dropped.

  "Marriage?"

  The clues clicked into place. Veronica's hesitation, her wonder-struck eyes, the way she melted into him.

  She's a virgin.

  Adrian's body almost collapsed into the floor—the memory of her words, "Yes, sir" struck him like lightning. Those innocent eyes told him that their heat was chemistry—that she had held out this long, only to meet her demise in Adrian. His crotch felt a wave of lust—much sooner than he thought possible after the blow job.

  "Bloody hell—" Adrian muttered.

  "What was that, sir?" Dexter still gazed at him, his eyes shining bright.

  Adrian gave him a pat— "Thanks, my man," and he walked back to the dining room, feeling like sunshine.

  They hadn't been gone for ten minutes—Veronica had brought him to climax quickly with her mouth. When she walked into the room, his eyes raked over her pure and supple body. It was a thrill he had never known. This woman—with her solid morals and wedding vows—was crumbling under him. And, he loved it.

  As she sat down, their eyes met. And somehow, he felt like his eyes said it all. He knew what she held—what innocence he wanted for himself.

  She blushed across the table.

  Chapter 16

  Veronica packed her things in a rush. She could catch the next very boat– whichever one was taking the latest women back to shore. After breakfast, she quietly arranged for Adrian's next date. She had moved Cressida anyways – placing her spot toward the end of the week. Veronica felt frazzled. Her world was still spinning. She thought – that after her first blow job – she would want to brush her teeth and clean up. But, he tasted so good.

  She had only finished wiping up his juices on her face – but she sucked on her lip, tasting him still.

  "This has gotten way out of hand," she was trying to convince herself that she needed to go.

  Once breakfast was over, she hurried back to her room. She didn't want to give herself any hesitation. As she made her way there "– she spotted Dexter in the hallway.