Liam isn’t in the suite when I climb back upstairs, so I tuck the pillow neatly in the center of his massive bed. On it, the gold, embroidered FUCK YOU is embellished in flowery curves. I sit on the bed and think of an appropriate response to Liam’s fuckery, and then my eyes fall on the soccer ball sitting on the floor.
Yes.
It turns out that hosting a tea party is actually a pretty big deal. Especially if the invitation is coming from a royal. Apparently, an invitation from a princess to one of her subjects counts as a direct order.
It’s a breezy day, but I insisted on having the party al fresco. I also insisted on having a long table set up outside the castle where paparazzi were sure to show up, because the princess was tired of looking at the inside of her castle walls.
The light pink table is already prepared with mismatched teacups and plates of sandwiches. White-and-pink balloons flutter in the air beside the giant white tent. I sit at the head of the table and wait for people to show up.
The first guests are three of Liam’s brothers: Lucian, Tom, and James. James, the youngest of them all, stops in his tracks the moment he sees me, looking up and down at my strange appearance. Lucian however, greets me warmly.
“Thanks for the invitation. We’ve been waiting to have quality time with our new sister-in-law.”
He bumps his cheek against mine, kissing the air. When he pulls back, I can see laughter dancing in his eyes. “I can’t wait for my brother to show up.”
Then he laughs, shaking his head. He pulls one of the white lawn chairs out and sits. More and more high-society members drift up the long path to the castle’s lawn to join the party. They’re all exquisitely dressed, except for me.
I’m wearing jeans, flip-flops, and a t-shirt. None of it is remarkable, except for the fact my t-shirt has a giant soccer ball along with the words DANVILLE SOCCER LEAGUE.
And I know it’ll incense Liam the moment he sees it.
Lucian leans across the table, a smile widening his face. “So how have you been adjusting to royal life?”
I don’t think I am adjusting. Everything inside me was convinced this was only temporary, so I dealt with it assuming I’d be gone soon. “Dealing with the paparazzi hasn’t been very easy.”
“I completely understand. They are vile.”
“They make me feel hunted.”
Lucian’s eyes soften. “Don’t pay attention to the news, Daisy. From where I sit, you’re doing the best you can.”
A painful, guilty feeling seeds in my stomach as I meet his kind gaze. “This is not me doing the best I can—I wore this on purpose.”
“You do know he’s going to go ballistic, right?”
“That’s the whole point.”
He laughs in a way that makes color rise to my cheeks. “I like you. You’re fun.”
“Thanks.”
“And you make my brother happy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this long with a girl.”
“Well, we’re married.”
“Right,” he says, winking at me. Then he leans even closer. “Daisy, everybody knows this is a sham marriage.”
They do?
He gazes back at me calmly, still smiling.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Sure you don’t, love.”
He winks again, and I’m confused by the burst of heat across my chest. Did Liam tell him? How many people know? I look down at my flip-flops and faded jeans, and regret momentarily fills my stomach, but then I spot my husband standing near the entrance in a robin’s-egg-blue dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He’s also wearing black slacks and a thin belt.
Blood rushes to my face as his gaze finds me and his handsome face creases into unprincely shock. He’s still beautiful, even when he’s wearing a scowl. Liam walks to my side, and I stand to greet my husband.
“Liam!”
I wrap my arms around his back in a hug, which he is obligated to return, and kiss his frozen lips. A vicious satisfaction fills my veins as I pull back and see his carefully masked calm cracking already.
Good.
“My dear princess,” he says through his teeth. “Don’t you look… fetching.”
“I knew how much you loved soccer, so I thought I’d wear this t-shirt.”
Behind Liam, Lucian stifles a laugh behind his hands. I don’t think Liam’s lips can get any whiter.
“Football,” Liam says in an acidic tone. “It’s called football here.”
“Oh, I know, but I thought it’d be cute if I wore this as a nod to my American identity.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
“You wouldn’t want to strip me of my identity, would you?”
The veins on Liam’s forehead bulge as his face turns bright red. “No, I guess not.”
“I mean, if you’re a soccer fan, I’m sure our children will be soccer fans as well—”
“Let’s sit!”
He takes the decision out of my hands as he clamps his fingers over my wrists and forces me back into the chair. I smile at the rest of the guests, pretending nothing is amiss as Liam’s grip cuts off my blood circulation.
“What. Is. This?” he hisses under his breath.
“Payback.”
His furious eyes glance over the table. “This is grossly over-proportionate to what I made you do.”
“This is for every annoying thing you’ve ever done to me.” I turn away from him, addressing the guests. “Well, dig in, everyone! Don’t be shy!”
I grab the pot of hot water before Liam can reach for it, and I pour hot water into the cups of myself, Liam, his brothers, and two other guests. They look at me, stunned, as I sit back down and dunk my tea bag in the cup. I can practically smell Liam’s hair burning as he forces a painful smile onto his face, unwraps an Earl Grey teabag, and dips it into his cup. The others follow suit, giving each other strange looks.
A woman down the table leans in, catching my gaze. “Princess Daisy, thank you so much for inviting me.”
“No problem, hon. You know, I never really was a tea person until I came to Anglefell. I mean, I’ve had green tea, but only at Starbucks and only with lots of corn syrup added to it.”
“Ah.”
I grab one of the cucumber sandwiches from the three-tiered tray, watching Liam out of the corner of my eye. “The absolute best thing about tea is the things you can dunk in it. Like this sandwich.”
I dip the end of the finger sandwich in my steaming teacup, which still has my bag inside it, and then I pull out the soggy mess in front of the dozen or so horrified guests. I pop it in my mouth, tasting the white bread saturated with tea and the mayonnaise and cucumbers. It’s not the worst thing in the world, but it’s not exactly pleasant. I pretend it’s the best shit I’ve ever tasted while Lucian goes purple in his attempt to stop himself from laughing.
“So good, guys. Liam, try it!”
“No thank you,” he says, attempting a thin-lipped smile.
Lucian chimes in with a strangled voice. “Yeah, Liam. Try it.”
“No.”
“Come on.”
He cuts his eyes at me. “No.”
I shrug, smiling at the other guests. “Oh well. You’re missing out, buddy.”
The same woman who spoke earlier leans across the table again. “Princess Dai—”
“Please, just call me Daisy.”
“Daisy, how are you liking Anglefell?”
What a dangerous question.
“It’s a beautiful country, but I’m still getting used to all the differences, like the lack of cheeseburgers.”
Her eyes widen. “Cheese-burgers?”
“Yes, and fries. It’s the American equivalent of fish and chips. Oh look! Dessert is coming.”
I smile to myself as waiters arrive with a dozen or so cake pops striped with red, white, and blue frosting with little white candy stars. You know, because America.
Bemused guests take their cake pops, spinning them around. I sink my
teeth into mine. It’s red velvet cake. Liam’s face whitens as I dip the half-eaten cake pop into my tea and take another bite. It’s actually pretty damn good. I keep dipping it into the tea, completely abandoning all of my princess etiquette because watching the flesh melt off Liam’s face is totally worth it. He doesn’t even touch his cake pop, but his brothers devour theirs.
“What an interesting concept,” an older gentleman says, staring at his. “A cake popsicle.”
“It’s one of the many amazing things to come from America. I was happy the kitchen was able to accommodate my request.”
“Pardon me, but I think I speak for everyone when I say that we find your American ways very charming.”
You mean stupid.
I smile brightly. “Thank you. That’s kind of you to say.”
“I’d be delighted to hear more about your country.”
Liam clears his throat. “I’m not sure the king would—”
“Of course! Heck, we could make an American festival to celebrate my country. July Fourth is just around the corner. You people have no idea what you’re missing out on. Chili dogs, for one.”
“All right,” Liam practically yells. “I think my wife and I have stolen enough of your time. Thank you all so much for coming.” He drags me upright, effectively silencing me as the rest of them murmur their thanks.
Then before the guests have even had a chance to say good-bye, Liam yanks me from the table, striding across the lawn as paparazzi kneel on the grass, taking pictures.
“Fucking perfect,” he snarls.
Wow. I might have gone too far with the whole American festival thing. “That was pretty rude, you know. You left without saying good-bye to half of them.”
He stops abruptly in the middle of the lawn. I nearly walk right into him. “Talk to me about rudeness again, and I swear I will rip off your trousers right here and spank you in front of the paps.”
An involuntary shiver runs through his body as he glances at my t-shirt, and then he continues walking, dragging me behind him.
“Will you stop walking so fast? Where are we going?”
“Where do you think?” He glowers at me over his shoulder as we reach his tower and climb up the narrow steps.
“Good. Maybe then you’ll explain why you’ve been such an ass.”
But Liam doesn’t seem to be in the mood for explanations. As soon as I walk through the door, I spot the FUCK YOU pillow sitting prettily on his bed. Then Liam’s torso blocks my view as he grabs my arms and pushes me against the door.
“You drive me fucking crazy.”
“Oh yeah? Well, same here.”
Suddenly, he rips my t-shirt over my head.
“What the hell? Give it back?”
He holds it high. “I will never give it back.”
Liam’s mocking grin becomes maniacal as he walks over to the fireplace and tosses my t-shirt over the logs. It’s not like I’m attached to the stupid thing. It was a ratty shirt I only used for sleeping in, but it was perfect for pissing him off. Liam catches me around the waist as I try to retrieve it.
“Let me go!”
He pushes me aside as he kneels to turn on the gas, and then with a quick spark of the lighter sitting on the mantelpiece, the grate erupts into blue flames. They leap over my t-shirt, eating the soccer ball design.
“Burn, baby. Burn.”
“You really think I can’t get another t-shirt? It’s called Amazon. The next one I’ll buy will be Abraham Lincoln riding a dinosaur.”
Liam stands up, his expression unfathomable. “I will burn every last one.”
“It won’t stop me from buying them!”
“Then I’ll issue an edict prohibiting you from wearing clothes.”
A shadow passes over Liam’s face, and when he emerges his expression is one of lust mingled with rage. A shiver runs through my body as he takes my arms, his fingers biting into my skin. I don’t know whether he’s going to kiss me or scream at me, and I’m not sure which I want more.
“The soccer thing really pissed you off, didn’t it?”
His eyes flash at the word, and then suddenly I’m bent over the mattress, my face rubbing against the coarse quilt. Then I realize I want to feel the bite of his kiss, the stabbing throb of his cock. I want his rage filling me up because of the anger I have for craving him.
He seizes my jeans and slides them down my hips. They snag over my ass, and my skin protests as he yanks them down. I shiver with the cool air, but Liam’s body slides against mine, adding his heat to my skin.
“You know, there’s one thing I haven’t taken from you. I’ve defiled you in every way imaginable, except for one.”
My face burns as he palms my ass, kneading the skin. Anal? Does he mean anal?
“I’ve never done that,” I say in a small voice.
“Are you ready for me to take your ass?”
The image burns in my mind, irresistibly dirty. Then the bra flies from my back as he unhooks the strap, letting me bounce free. He bends forward to grab my tits, digging his erection in my ass. I imagine it filling up that part of me I’ve never really explored, and my heart pounds with excitement.
“I’m pretty sure princesses don’t do anal.”
“You’re dead wrong about that.” He bends over and kisses my back. “I’m going to prove it to you. Don’t move.”
He lets me go, and his warmth disappears from my legs as he walks away. I stay flat on the mattress, shaking in anticipation of having his fat cock somehow slip into my ass. He returns a moment later after rummaging for something in his closet. His legs touch mine again as he lifts it out of a box, something cool that stings my pussy the moment he touches it. I hear a loud click before violent buzzing fills my ears. The cool, hard object vibrates against my clit, sending me reeling, clenching my fists in the sheets as hard electrical shocks stab into me.
Liam’s weight pushes my back, the buttons of his shirt pressing into my skin as he kisses me. The vibrator rotates, hitting every nerve. At the same time, something cool spreads between my ass cheeks. Lube. Liam rolls the slippery liquid over my puckered nub, which contracts when he spreads his thumb across it.
My clit feels like it’s on fire after a minute of this. “Please! Please just fuck me!”
Slap!
“A princess does not command her prince.”
Even the burn of his slap is not enough to distract me from the eye-rolling, thunderous pleasure. He slips the hard, round object between my folds, his thumb playing with my ass. Then he slips it inside and keeps it there at the same time he rolls the lube inside my ass. My walls tighten around his finger as the vibrator madly tingles my pussy. He tests my limits, stretching back and forth before pulling out. More cool liquid is pushed inside me, and then another finger stretches me open.
“Liam.”
His other hand works my pussy, rubbing my clit hard as moans rip from my throat. The sensation of his fingers on my clit isn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s tighter than I thought it would be. My hips push back against the very man I said I’d never sleep with. God, I want more.
His hand leaves my pussy momentarily to grab my chin and force me to look to the side, where there’s another floor-length mirror. A fully dressed Prince Liam bends over my nude body. A thrill of desire runs through me.
“See this?”
He holds up something enormous—a golden butt plug.
“It’s plated with gold. It has my monogram engraved at the bottom.”
My jaw drops as he shows me the embellished PL. “Wow.”
“You’re going to watch me fuck you with a butt plug made of gold as my initials grind into your ass.”
Then something large touches my entrance as shockwaves continue to pound through my body. He pushes, and the unyielding object enters me slowly, the lube softening it.
“Oh my God.”
“This is your first time, isn’t it, Princess?”
“Yes.”
“
A princess’s first time doing anal should always be magical. It’s really too bad you’re married to me. My cock is going to pound your tight, virgin arse, and you’re going to beg me to come.”
“I want you now.”
He twists the butt plug inside me, stretching me out as the vibrator continues to send ecstasy rippling through my body.
“Liam, please.”
“That’s it. Keep begging me.”
His ragged breathing tells me that he isn’t the only one affected. I want more of him. Lube pours over my ass, and he pulls out only to push the plug farther inside. My heart slams against my chest as he cups my pussy. He leaves the butt plug in me as he slowly undresses, smirking into the mirror as he watches me convulse with the maddening vibrator.
“Please!”
The belt makes a slapping sound as he rips it from his slacks. Liam unzips, pulling out his massive cock.
“This what you want, darling?”
“I want my prince!”
He twists the butt plug out, and I feel a moment of gaping emptiness before his head touches my opening. Electricity hits my heart the moment his bare skin touches mine, and then he curves his hands around my hips. He sinks in.
It’s much bigger than I thought. I gasp as he eases in slowly, and again when he buries himself completely. He kisses my back, massaging my hips.
“God!”
“You never imagined this in your wildest dreams, did you? With me balls-deep in your ass and you begging for mercy?”
He pulls out, and it’s a strange sensation. My body doesn’t want to let him go. He pushes himself back in, going slowly until my walls unclench from his cock. God, it’s so deep.
I watch him in the mirror as he fucks my ass, his cock sliding in and out of view. He fucks me harder, so that I cry out, and when I’m used to his thrusts, he reaches underneath me and pinches my nipples. The vibrator makes every movement like jostling a bomb ready to go off. He’s so close—so close to my pussy. His thrusts pound through my body, reverberating to my aching core that begs for release. Liam’s face screws up as he yanks me back, impaling me over and over.
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