Dirty Prince

by Vanessa Waltz

  I flick my tongue over her clit, blowing hot air over her swollen pussy. I kiss her and pull back.

  “Take off your shirt. Let me see your tits.”

  She does as she’s bid, completely under my spell. The white t-shirt lands in a pile of leaves, and the beige bra follows. I want to make her kneel and take my cock in her pretty mouth, but this is her day.

  “Liam, goddamn it.”

  “A good princess obeys. You want to be a good princess, don’t you?”

  She gives me a surly look that tells me everything I need to know.

  I spread her knees again and shove my tongue deep inside her cunt, feeling her clench hard around me. Her voice lifts up in a torturous moan, which lifts into a scream—

  BOOM!

  The first of our American-themed fireworks explodes in the darkened sky. I watch them erupt in shards of red, white, and blue in the reflection of Daisy’s eyes.

  I pull back as the fireworks sizzle in the sky. Then I flip her onto all fours so she can see the display. I want her to watch as I’m sinking my cock inside her. I pull down my slacks, reaching forward to grab a handful of tits.

  “Are you”—BOOM!—“CRAZY?”

  Another marvelous explosion blasts through the sky, lighting up the castle in red light.

  I squeeze her tits as I guide my throbbing length to her pussy. She shudders and holds still as I slide myself all over her. My hand rips over her perfect ass, but the boom of another firework interrupts the sound. She spreads her knees, and I push myself inside. Her warm lips wrap around me, and blue light casts a glow over the forest, over Daisy’s back and ass. I grab her hips and yank her back, digging my cock inside her. Pleasure roars through me as the ground shakes with the thunderous roars that drown out our fucking.

  Red, blue, white. I watch as her skin is bathed in different colors, but I feel only the earth trembling and her clenching around my cock. She bucks her hips against me, riding my cock, meeting my vicious thrusts. My body throbs with the need for more of this girl—this perfect girl. She opens her mouth in a surprised gasp that I don’t hear as I pull out and pin her to the forest floor. I sheath myself inside her as her legs wrap around me, and I sting her tits with my mouth, biting down hard. The pressure is like a wave riding high, and I’m on the precipice. Her cheek flashes red, and I claim her lips as light floods the forest. Her pussy convulses around my cock, but I don’t hear her come, just the cracking and sizzling of fireworks.

  Another huge blast, the finale, and I unravel. I pump her full of hot jets of my cum, grasping one of her tits. Daisy watches the sky explode, but I can’t look away from her.

  The light fades, swallowing her back in darkness as cheers erupt from across the lawn. She pulls me down, resting her forehead against mine.

  “I’ve decided to stay.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t want to go back.”

  I raise myself out of her arms, staring at her in the dark as my heart pounds. “Daisy, you don’t mean that—”

  “I do mean it.”

  She wants to stay.

  “You don’t understand what you’re signing up for. You think it’s bad now? Just wait until you’re my queen.”

  I can’t see her face in the dark.

  “I want to be with you.”

  “Daisy, I want you.” I find her cheek and slide my thumb over her eyes. “I was determined to keep you here against your will because I’m a selfish prick, but I can’t do that, even if it’s no longer against your will.”

  “Why?”

  “You’ll never be happy here. All your dreams for your future will be dashed.”

  “It’s my decision.”

  “I won’t allow you to resent me.”

  Her head turns, the warmth of her body fading as she inhales a sharp breath. “Please don’t send me away.”

  Doesn’t she realize it’s the last thing I want to do? That I’d rather rip my own heart out than do this? I won’t tell her that the thought of forcing her away from me makes me physically ill, that I feel like I might bleed to death without her.

  “You’ll find someone else.”

  “I don’t want someone else.”

  “Daisy, you deserve a better life than this. You have a chance to make your life anything you want, and I know this isn’t it.”

  Wetness pools over my thumbs, and then I hear the sound of her trying to inhale through a tight chest, and it’s as though she’s run me through.

  I’m sorry.

  Just get it over with. Rip it off like a Band-Aid.

  I stare at the door leading to the king’s council chambers, knowing my father’s advisors will be gathered inside. The king’s will is unsealed. They’ll be reading it. The bells will toll, and I’ll be able to issue my first edict.

  Which will get rid of Daisy.

  There’s no nicer way to put it. My heart pounds, sickened by my decision and yet knowing it’s the right thing to do for her. I love her, and I will not see her dreams crushed to dust because she is with me. She can hate me all she likes if it helps her move on. And me? I’ll be fine, just fine.

  The brass doorknob stings my hand as I grasp it and turn.

  My father’s advisors are already there, sitting at the long table along with Lucian at the head. What the hell is he doing here?

  “Brother, so nice of you to join us.”

  I look at their pale, worried faces. The captain of my guard holds a piece of paper in his hands, and I see the discarded envelope signed in my father’s handwriting. The will.

  I stop next to Lucian, incensed that they read the will without me present. “Get out of my seat.”

  “This seat is reserved for the king.” His smile widens. “It appears our father had a change of heart.”

  “What?”

  I snatch the will from the captain of the guard, almost tearing it in half as blood roars in my ears. I already know what it’s going to say, but I’m not prepared to see my brother’s name written down, sealing the king’s command to pass the line of succession over me.

  “Our father believed I would be the better choice to rule.”

  It crumples in my hand. “You think this piece of paper will protect you?”

  “Those are the king’s last words.”

  “The people loathe you. They will never accept you as their king.”

  That hits a nerve. The smirk falls off Lucian’s face, and he suddenly barks at the advisors, “Leave us!”

  They obey like reluctant cattle, and for a moment I’m tempted to snap at them too. What sort of threats did my brother make in my absence?

  “That’s why you kidnapped her, right? To make this change right under my fucking nose?”

  “I did, and I gave Father a little extra pain medication when he signed the will.”

  “You killed him,” I say, my lips numb.

  “Don’t look at me like that. He was a bastard. I know you hated him as much as I did.” He stands, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “I expect to see you and your wife at my coronation.”

  “What will happen when I tell the press you conspired against me and killed the king to take the throne?”

  “Try it. I’ll strip you of your titles and ban you from the country. You can live out the rest of your days as a commoner with that American bitch.”

  For a second I see myself smashing Lucian’s head through the window and throwing him over the table. He just wants a fucking excuse to chuck me in the dungeons.

  “I always knew you were a treacherous bleeder, but killing your own father? You are scum.”

  He takes a step toward me, his eyes blazing. “Careful, Liam.”

  Sneering, I turn around and wrench open the door.

  “How dare you turn your back on the king!”

  In my mind’s eye, I picture his outrage as his voice spills outside where the advisors wait.

  “Liam, I command you to return.”

  I stop for a second to look at him over my sho
ulder.

  “You’re not my fucking king.”

  Royally Pissed: Prince Liam Sacked!

  Daisy

  My fingers pause over the keyboard.

  Prince Lucian kidnapped me.

  No, too abrupt.

  Today’s Facebook post will address the former King Jonathan’s decision to name Prince Lucian as the successor to the Anglefell throne. I urge the public to denounce Prince Lucian’s claim—

  Using Backspace, I delete the small paragraph and stare at the white screen until my eyes feel as though they’re burning. My fans are flooding the royal family’s Facebook page with concerned comments, and I feel like I should say something, even though it’s not my problem.

  Why am I doing this?

  Prince Lucian is a dickhead. He murdered the king and kidnapped me. Do not support him.

  “‘Dickhead.’ Not very classy, but true in essentials.”

  I jump a mile in my seat as Liam hovers over my shoulder, reading my half-written post. Heart hammering, I watch as he highlights the text and deletes it.

  “Help me write this out.”

  “And give him an excuse to sentence us to death? No. We’re not going to write anything.”

  “We can’t just let those people rot in jail for the rest of their lives.”

  He wheels my chair around, and I grasp the arms as he leans over, his face inches from mine. “You mean the bastards who took you from the castle and smuggled you into Scotland? Forgive me for not giving a flying fuck what happens to them.”

  Unbelievable.

  Prince Liam straightens, the smirk on his face faltering. “What?”

  “You’re shirking your duties to this country.”

  “I don’t have any more duties. My father saw to that.”

  I stand up, grabbing his arm and wrenching him back. I misjudge how immovable he is and instead wind up hurling my body into his. He catches my arms, laughing.

  “Easy, love. At least buy me dinner first.”

  “You need to wake the fuck up. Your people need you.”

  “I’m tired of it, Daisy,” he says baldly. “Really fucking tired. I have a way out of this for the first time in my life. We could leave. We don’t have to stay here. My brother would probably welcome it.”

  “No.”

  He flinches at the sound of my voice. “Why not?”

  “You have to be able to live with the choices you make. This isn’t one I can live with. You’re stronger than this.”

  Liam’s mouth creases into a scowl as his fingers slowly inch up under my blouse. Damn it, this is important, but I can’t stop the spread of heat over my skin. Can’t help but feel out of control when he touches me.

  “I don’t want the responsibility anymore.”

  “Bullshit. You had all sorts of plans for the country. You promised them, Liam! I heard you say things were going to change.”

  “Yeah, well, I’ve decided fucking my wife is more important than saving the country.”

  He takes my waist, and I’m stunned by his hands and his lips suddenly claiming mine. I turn my head as my cheeks burn.

  “No, damn it! This is serious!”

  “So is my hard-on for you.”

  He grabs my hand and lets me feel just how hard he is. I instinctively squeeze, feeling him lengthen. “God.”

  He touches the back of my head as his mouth hungrily devours mine. I’m forced backward as he pushes me toward the bed. We break apart for a second, and his handsome face fills my vision. He smiles, and it’s like a bump to my heart. I’m not even angry anymore. How the hell does he keep doing this? I place a palm on his chest, stopping him as he pushes me over the bed.

  “Liam.”

  “What?”

  “We’ve got to attend the coronation, remember?”

  He makes a deep sound at the back of his throat. “Let’s just stay here and fuck.”

  “Would you be serious for one second?”

  “I am. I don’t want to be king if I can’t have you.”

  A lump forms in my throat. I open my mouth, no sound coming out. “You have me,” I say finally.

  “Not if I’m king.”

  “Yes you would!”

  “I meant what I said, Daisy. Just let me be a selfish prick for a little while longer.”

  I open my mouth to argue, but an insistent knock hammers at the door.

  “The king commands your presence in the town square.”

  “Be right there!” Liam shouts at it, and his voice drops to a contemptuous whisper. “He commands me. His older brother.”

  “Let’s get this over with.”

  Harronvale Square is packed with people. It’s a chaotic scene. The royal guard has steel fences surrounding the festivities. People shove against the fences, screaming their heads off. Hundreds of angry voices clash against the traditional Anglefell music pounding through the square. There’s a colorful banner in the country’s flag colors stretched across the town square blazing with MAKE ANGLEFELL GREAT AGAIN! in white lettering. Children reach into baskets of colored confetti and throw handfuls at the irate crowd.

  There are signs floating in the crowd, most of them relatively benign. DOWN WITH LUCIAN! Some are a bit more explicit in their outrage. There are a few signs with two stick figures. One of them wears a crown and is bent over as the other one fucks him in the ass. “FUCK THE KING!” it reads in huge, black letters.

  In the middle of the square, there’s a long table covered with exotic dishes, including a whole roasted pig. My stomach turns. There are little American flags sticking out of its flesh, and a crown of white-and-yellow flowers—daisies—sitting on its head.

  “I’m guessing that’s supposed to be me?”

  I point at the huge roasted sow sitting on the table, but Liam is distracted by the banner.

  “He stole my fucking slogan!”

  The newly crowned king sits on a makeshift throne behind the table, waving and smiling at the camera crew who are hopefully catching the insanity behind him. Angry screams become cheers as Prince Liam steps out of the car with a smile and a wave. I join my husband at his side, and the security strains against the crowd shoving against the fences.

  “This is a disaster. There’s going to be a riot,” I say.

  “My brother never had much foresight.”

  There are volunteers passing out flyers. I see people sharing them, their faces going wide with shock as they read them. Within moments people are crumpling them up and stamping on them. A stack of the flyers is knocked to the ground. I bend down and pick up one.

  There’s a large picture of myself hastily covering my breasts as someone opens the door to the car. My cheeks burn as I remember that horrifically embarrassing photo that was plastered everywhere. Liam looks over my shoulder and snatches the flyer out of my grasp. Emblazoned in angry, red, all-caps are the words: PRINCESS WHORE UNFIT FOR THRONE.

  It’s a mark of how far I’ve gotten that the slut-shaming doesn’t even bother me anymore. Liam’s frown deepens as he stares at the flyer, his face slowly turning a shade of deep red as he crumples it in his fist. It drops to the ground as he clenches his hands at his sides.

  “This is a fucking circus.”

  “It’s like the Joffrey coronation amped by a million.”

  King Lucian smirks at us as we approach, his lips already stained with purple. He seems to be utterly oblivious to the crowd screaming obscenities at him.

  “Why do you look so upset, brother? Don’t my flyers please you?”

  Liam takes a violent step forward, and the crowd swells with what seems like one giant scream. I yank his arm back, yelling into his ear, “No! You can’t brawl like children in front of the whole country.”

  Lucian continues, laughing at Liam’s outrage, “I’ve always liked this particular photo of Daisy.” He picks a flyer up from his table and studies it creepily, a taut leer on his face. “Now I see why you were so eager for an excuse to fuck her.”

  “At least I don’
t have to get a woman drunk for her to touch my cock.”

  Ouch.

  The smile evaporates from Lucian’s face. He stands and walks from the table, setting down his goblet of wine. He’s wearing full military regalia, a double-breasted jacket in dark blue with the golden sash, and even a ceremonial sword hanging from his hip. The crown, which is much larger than Liam’s, has sapphires the size of small eggs. It flattens his normally bouncy curls.

  “You will treat me with the respect I deserve.”

  Liam, cool as a cucumber, smiles at his brother. “I am treating you with as much respect as you deserve.”

  Already red in the face with alcohol, Lucian darkens to an ugly shade of purple. “I am the king!”

  “‘Any man who must say, “I am the king,” is no true king.’”

  Wasn’t that on Game of Thrones?

  He shrieks with laughter, and my insides clench as the camera crews circle around us like vultures, capturing this ugly display for the whole world to see. Lucian angrily strides to the small stage set up for the band and rips the microphone out of the singer’s grasp.

  “Clear off!”

  I glance at Liam’s whitened face, to the advisors still sitting at the table, looking extremely uncomfortable. One of them finally gets up and walks to the king.

  “Your Majesty, I must advise you to cease this quarreling with your brother. The people—”

  “The people will obey my commands, or I will have them seized. Get out of my way, you old fool!”

  Even Liam shows signs of wanting to intervene, but I hold his arm. “Let him.”

  “He’s damaging us all!”

  “No, he’s—”

  “Ladies and gentlemen!” Lucian’s booming voice fills the square as he yells into the microphone. “I would like to thank you for attending the celebration of my coronation.”