Dirty Prince

by Vanessa Waltz

  “What sort of journalism do you want to study?”

  “Oh, well, I suppose it doesn’t really matter. I love travel, so travel journalism would be really cool. Um, I’m not that fond of doing reports on celebrities. Basically, my dream career would probably be like Anderson Cooper’s. Oh, you probably don’t know who that is, but they call him the Silver Fox. He’s pretty awesome.”

  Right. Just brag about an American news reporter, that’ll get the country on your side. Lame.

  I take another sip of tea to hide my awkwardness, but the heat only makes it worse.

  “I’m sorry, I’m really not used to this. I’ve interviewed dozens of people and have yet to sit on the other side.”

  Kate’s sweet smile widens, making the apples in her cheeks shine. “It’s okay, really. I’m here to help you. You’re not the first non-aristocrat to marry into a royal family.”

  “Well, calling me a non-aristocrat is a nice way of putting things.”

  “What would you call yourself?”

  “I—I’m just Daisy. I’m just an ordinary college girl trying to make it in media.”

  “How does an ordinary girl end up engaged to Prince Liam?”

  How indeed?

  The table creaks slightly as Liam leans across it. “We met online. Through my Instagram.”

  Her eyes light up. “Really? How interesting. On which post?”

  Please don’t say it was a dick pic.

  “Actually, it was the post I made for Mum’s birthday six months ago. She wrote a heartfelt response. I reached out, and it turned out she lost a loved one too. One thing lead to another, and I was chatting with her on the phone almost every day.”

  My insides freeze the moment he mentions my loved one, who could only be Ben. With that sickening realization, I ball my hands into fists, wishing I could scream at him right here in the café. How dare he pry into my private life?

  Kate reaches across the table and takes my fist. The comforting gesture staggers my rage for Liam. I didn’t expect it, or the kindness in her eyes. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

  “I—it was my fiancé. He died in a car wreck two years ago a few months before our wedding.” The horror of it sinks into my chest—getting that phone call, stumbling upon those images of his twisted car online. Worst day of my life. Every day after that was hollow. I was getting married to the man I loved, and then suddenly I wasn’t.

  Liam wraps a consolatory arm around my shoulders as my eyes burn with tears. I’ll kill him. I will fucking kill him.

  “We connected through our loss, and then Daisy made the brave decision to sneak into Anglefell. As you know, Americans are prohibited from entering the country without a visa.”

  “I didn’t want to wait to get one, so I used my Canadian passport.”

  God, I am such a liar.

  “We met, and I fell in love with her. I know the people expected me to marry a girl from Anglefell, but the heart wants what the heart wants. In time, they’ll see the beautiful, brave woman I fell in love with.”

  I grit my teeth as Liam barfs out this syrupy nonsense to poor Kate, who looks like she’s totally eating it up.

  “Well, I think I have enough material for now. Could I please get a photograph for the article?”

  I don’t think I could smile even if someone pointed a gun to my head. Every part of me is waiting for time alone with Liam so I can scream my head off.

  Kate decides she wants a candid photo of us enjoying afternoon tea, so I lunge forward to grab the pot. Liam smiles handsomely for the camera, gazing at me in fake adoration. I pour the hot water into my empty cup, watching his face twitch as I dunk the same tea bag in the cup. He’ll bitch at me later for committing some kind of major tea faux pas, but right now I couldn’t care less.

  “All right!” she says after snapping a few photos. “Daisy, it was lovely to meet you.”

  “It’s always a pleasure, Kate.”

  He shakes hands with her, and then Kate fishes a business card from her bag. I take it from her.

  “Feel free to call me whenever you like. Thanks so much for having me, sir.”

  The beaming smile on Liam’s face evaporates the moment Kate turns her back. I get up immediately, anything to get away from him. He catches up to me quickly after throwing a few notes on the table.

  “Will you slow down?”

  “No.”

  He grabs my elbow, forcing me to relax my pace, and I rip my elbow out of his grasp.

  “Three. That’s how many spankings you’ll get when we get back to the car.”

  “Go to hell!” I snarl.

  His eyes narrow. “Four.”

  Liam barely has a chance to open the door for me as I approach the exit. The crowd waiting outside has doubled, and some of them are carrying posters.

  Go Home Yankee

  “Smile. Damn it, smile. People are watching.”

  I smile, or at least, I stretch my lips over my gums. They scream at both of us as we exit the café, but there’s so many of them I can’t make out a single word. Hateful posters demanding me to leave glare at me in every direction, and Liam ushers me to the waiting black Lincoln. The windows are tinted, but I can still hear dozens of angry voices calling for my head. A gasp hits the back of my throat as I read a sign: AMERICUNT!

  Liam is still smiling like a robot until the moment the car door shuts. Then he sighs as he reaches forward to close the partition between the driver’s seat and the back.

  “Okay,” he begins in a measured voice. “First of all, you never put the hot water in a cup first. You put the tea bag in first and then pour the hot water over it. We seriously need to work on your etiquette.”

  “You need to work on yours!” I whirl around, hating the very sight of him. Everything from his perfect shoes to his perfect hair and the perfect way he balances his ankle on his leg.

  Fuck him. Fuck his tea.

  “I did you a huge favor back there, and you embarrassed me on purpose.”

  “You were being a complete ass. Thanks for springing my dead fiancé on me, by the way. I really appreciated that.”

  A strange look flutters across his face. “I found out about him the day you were arrested. Looking into prisoners’ backgrounds is pretty standard.”

  “You shouldn’t have brought him up.”

  “It had to be done,” he says in a quiet voice.

  “Ben doesn’t deserve this. He was a wonderful man, and he would’ve hated to be used like this to justify our fake marriage. How dare you throw him in my face like that?”

  Shame looks so odd on his face. “They’re going to throw him in your face every day, love.”

  “Who?”

  “The paparazzi. The tabloids. If I hadn’t addressed it, they would have found out about him and used him whether you approved of it or not. This way, we control the narrative, not them. The people needed to hear why, and we’ve given them why.”

  I point outside. “You mean the ones calling me Americunt? Those people? Don’t you dare laugh!”

  “I’m not laughing,” he says, plainly straining with the effort. “You have to admit, it’s pretty clever.”

  “Where I come from, cunt is the absolute worst insult you can give a woman. It is demeaning. It’s crass.”

  “Says the girl who calls me a motherfucker.”

  “That’s not even on the same level as cunt!”

  “It’s not considered very offensive here. Honest to God. I call my mates cunts all the time.”

  “Just like the English,” I quip back.

  Hazel eyes narrow at me in an expression of extreme disapproval, and then he slides over the seats. “I tolerated that once. I won’t tolerate it again.”

  His thighs touch mine as frustration builds in my chest. “Okay, this denial that your culture strongly mirrors Britain’s is extremely ridiculous.”

  “We take our tea very fucking seriously,” he snarls. “That doesn’t make us English.”

  “Come on.”


  “There is more to being English than drinking tea. You might as well call Chinese people English too.”

  “What, then?” I say in a voice so loud, the walls of the car boom. “What’s so different about you?”

  “I’m a prince with actual power, unlike the monarchy in Britain.”

  Suddenly, the weight of his hand falls on my knee, and he squeezes. My heart slams into my chest. His heavy arm slips around my shoulders, his fingers playing with my skin.

  “I can do anything I want, fuck any girl I please. No one may refuse me without consequences.”

  Boldly, his hand touches my thigh, moving under the wool dress. His fingers are soft, like a highborn’s should be, but his touch is rough. Everything he’s done annoys me. Everything except this.

  “That just makes you a bully.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  I open my mouth immediately to say yes, but my body screams no. It wants all the filthy things the Dirty Prince keeps promising.

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  He turns my head, and once again I submit to his touch without even thinking. His eager, scorching hot mouth descends over mine. I clench hard as Liam touches my panties. God, it’s like fire running through my veins. Haven’t been touched in so long. I sigh into his mouth, giving in to the desire pounding through my body. I just want—I just want—

  Then he reaches up, grabbing the edge of my panties to pull them down, and I lift myself up to help him. Suddenly my underwear is dangling between my knees. They fall down my calves, and Liam’s hand returns to my inner thigh. The heat blazes between our skin, and I feel the smile on his lips. The cocksure grin, indicating he knows he’s won. Well, fuck him. He hasn’t won anything.

  He touches me.

  I moan into his mouth at the sudden jolt of electricity firing from his fingertips into my pussy. He slides his finger between my legs, slipping in. It’s wet, and I want him. Just fuck me already. A hot gust of breath burns my lips before he devours me again, sucking my lip in his mouth to bite as he slides two fingers inside. I let out a gasp that he swallows. They’re both so hard. He thrusts, anchoring deep inside me. I close my thighs around his hand, squeezing him shamelessly.

  I kiss him back with abandon. He opens his mouth as I slide my tongue inside, kissing me back while fingering my pussy. The car is filled with my moans and Liam’s deep breaths.

  Not big enough. God, I want to come, but—

  Liam breaks the kiss, his face beautifully flushed. “Do you want me to make you come?”

  I want to come. I want something thicker than the fingers thrusting inside me.

  “Yes.”

  “Then you’ll beg your prince for it.”

  Me? Beg?

  I can’t count the amount of times I’ve begged for sex, because it’s never fucking happened. He can’t be serious.

  I buck my hips, trying to grind against his hand, and he bends his neck to kiss my chest. Then his heated mouth trails a blaze of kisses to the swell of my breast. He pulls the stretchy material of the dress aside, exposing my nipple. I cry out as the wet heat touches the sensitive skin, and then his finger twist inside me, thrusting hard.

  “Say it, love.”

  The fact he’s a bastard doesn’t seem to matter when his lips attach to my nipple, and his tongue flicks across the hard bud. He rides against my clit, pumping hard. I’m teetering so close to the edge that I give in.

  “Please make me come.”

  “Please what?”

  “My prince. Make me come, please!”

  His mouth closes over my breast, and he sucks hard. The ecstasy is like wine running through my veins. It’s been years since anyone’s touch drove me to madness like this. A third finger slips inside, and then he curves it inward ruthlessly, biting down on my breast as I yell to the ceiling.

  “Come for me.”

  At the sound of his voice, an explosion triggers through my body. My pussy clenches hard around his fingers, and I let out a wail Liam quickly silences with his mouth. The wave seems endless. I feel him sliding in and out, my walls tight around him.

  I just let some guy finger me in the backseat of a car. My cheeks burn when I think about how loud I was and the thin partition separating us. No doubt the driver heard my voice. He heard me as I asked my prince to make me come.

  Oh, Daisy. How far you have fallen.

  Liam kisses me hard, and his lips trail down my neck, pausing here and there to claim me with a bite. It’s fucking hot. I lie in his arms in a stupor as he drags his wet hand from my thigh. Then he slides one of his fingers into his mouth and sucks my juices from it.

  Dirty.

  The car shudders to a halt, and suddenly his guards have surrounded both sides of it. Liam snatches my panties from the floor and tucks them into his jacket. Then I notice the very obvious and huge erection straining against his khakis. He looks down at it with a hopeless smile.

  “Shit.”

  It’s fun watching Liam trying to hide his massive cock from his guards as we walk back to his tower, but at the same time I can’t help but feel like I’m doing my own walk of shame. Darkness wrestles inside my chest as we disappear within Liam’s giant suite. He closes the doors to the suite after I walk inside to sit on my bed. It feels cold. I wrap my arms around myself.

  He leans across the doorway, dangling my panties on his fingers. “Looking for these?”

  I almost fucked another man.

  “No, no, no,” he chimes when I try to grab them. He lifts them out of my reach.

  “Seriously?”

  “You didn’t say the magic words: Please, my prince.”

  I roll my eyes at him, turning around. “I have other panties. You can knock yourself out with that one.”

  He smirks, balling them in his hand. “Really?”

  Whatever.

  I yank open the top drawer of my dresser and find myself staring down at an empty wooden box. All my panties and bras—gone.

  “What the hell did you do with them?”

  “I may have misplaced them.”

  “You do not get to go through my things and steal them for a stupid prank!”

  My yell cuts off into a shaky whisper as Liam takes my waist. He slips his hands underneath my dress to caress my thighs.

  “It’s not a prank. This is how I want you.”

  He grabs my ass.

  “I-I’m not your whore.”

  He makes a tutting sound. “We’re engaged. Of course you’re not.”

  “It’s not real! We’re not—you’re supposed to have boundaries.”

  “Fuck them.”

  My back touches the wall as he lifts me, my dress riding up my legs. His cock looks like it’s going to burst through his khakis. A thrill runs through me as he leans closer.

  “I want my clothes back, Liam.”

  “You’ll get them back after giving me sexual favors.”

  My heart pounds against my chest. “Is this a game to you?”

  “Kind of?”

  “You’re the Prince of Anglefell. The whole world is watching us, and if they see you’re some sex-crazed pervert, no one’s going to take you seriously.”

  “There aren’t any cameras in this place, love. Unless, of course, you’re into that kind of thing. It’s a bit kinky for my taste.”

  “Oh shut up.”

  He laughs, squeezing my ass while my face burns. “You’re so fucking uptight. Take a joke.”

  “This isn’t a joke to me!” I yell in his face. “I have the whole country demanding my head, and I’m about to marry an obnoxious prince whose sole purpose in life is to annoy Daddy.”

  My heels slam into the ground as Liam releases me and backs away. The absence of him stings unexpectedly, like the cool air after a hot shower. He marches out the door without sparing me a backward glance.

  I think I’ve actually gotten to Prince Liam.

  TEA GAFFES: Ditsy Daisy Shocks Patrons at Betty’s T
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  Liam

  “Pull!”

  Another red disc shatters into thousands of pieces as I aim my shotgun and pull the trigger. The blast knocks the butt of the gun into my shoulder.

  “Pull! Pull!”

  The gunshots crash through the earplugs as I shoot each in quick succession. I pump the shotgun, and the red shells clatter to the ground. The box is empty. Fifty clay pigeons and I’m still pissed off.

  What is her deal? I give her the orgasm of her life, and she ignores me. Didn’t even have the decency to return the favor when we retired to our room. Then she insults me by calling me obnoxious and says I’m only marrying her to piss off Dad.

  It’s bollocks.

  I spent the next fifteen minutes after that furiously jacking off in the bathroom, imagining my cock buried in her tight pussy. I never wanted to fuck a girl this badly. Especially one who so openly despises me. And yet she was unbelievably wet for me. Christ, the way her face looked when she came on my fingers. I’d do it again just to see that.

  Damn her.

  It’s not like me to obsess over a girl, especially a girl who can’t even pour a cup of tea to save her own life. I want her so badly that my cock aches. I’ve touched myself way too many times since her arrival. I could summon another girl to the castle in an instant, if I wanted. It’d be tricky with the engagement, but I could do it.

  And let Daisy win?

  Never.

  “Liam!”

  I turn around, scraping the earplugs away as I search for the voice. My mood sours instantly when I recognize that blond, stocky bastard.

  “I was just leaving.”

  “Stay for a moment—talk to me!”

  I pick up the empty box from the ground, unable to feel anything but suspicion for my brother. He’s been vying for my position ever since he was born. It’s inevitable with so many sons, but he has a nasty streak I never cared for.

  “What?”

  Lucian’s smile doesn’t break. “I read the article Kate wrote for you both. Very touching. I especially liked the part about you falling in love through your Instagram account. That was pretty good.”

  “Are you jealous that I get to fuck the American and you don’t?”

  “What difference does it make where she’s from? I’ve fucked dozens of women—”