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  ROYALLY HIS

  MADISON FAYE

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Epilogue - Chapter 1

  Epilogue - Chapter 2

  Also by Madison Faye

  Mailing List

  About the Author

  Copyright Notice

  Copyright © 2019 Madison Faye

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  Photography: Sara Eirew

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  1

  XANDER

  CONTROL.

  Dominance.

  Obedience.

  The words flashed like neon across my mind as my eyes narrowed in on her across the dark and smoky room. Those words and one more: mine.

  My strong jaw clenched, my steel-gray eyes flashing fire as I followed her like a hawk following its prey across the club. Muscles — muscles older than most of the younger pricks in this place, but muscles that were stronger and more honed than any of those boys’ — tightened and coiled, ready to pounce. Blood pulsed through me, my suit feeling tighter around my shoulders and my chest. My hand bearing the jewel and crested ring of the club — not the one I was in, but my club — tightened on my glass of scotch. The other hand clenched the silvered cane in an iron grip.

  I didn’t need the cane — not to walk around or anything like that. I was forty, not ninety. But the cane sent a message. The cane, the finery I dressed in, the ring on my finger, the peppered silver at my temples, and the hard look in my eyes. It was all part of who I was, and what I represented. It reminded younger, rich, pompous royal shitbags like the ones milling about me trying to preen and show off who really held power in this royal world.

  It wasn’t the man who wore a crown on his head. No, the real power in this room was me — the man who wore three crowns on the ring on his finger.

  The club — my club, was exclusive. People thought of places like the classy bar I was currently sipping scotch in as exclusive. But a place like this had nothing on my club.

  …The Triple Crown Club.

  It was a place that existed in the space between fantasy and luxury. A place where men of royal blood could come to entertain their darkest desires. A place where three royal men would share one woman for the night. No names. No pictures. No hesitations. There were members in this very room, though they rarely knew each other outside of small circles. At the Triple Crown Club, they wore masks.

  I did not. And even if the members currently in that very bar might not have known each other, they damn well knew who I was. Because when it came to the most exclusive club on the planet, I was King.

  No, it hadn’t always been mine. After all, the Triple Crown Club had been around for generations. And it wouldn’t be mine forever, either. But for now, during my reign of that dark, mysterious kingdom, it was mine. Mine like the girl currently stealing every bit of my concentration and tempting me in ways she couldn’t even imagine was going to be mine.

  The remainder of my drink went down my throat in one slow swallow, the scotch sending fire through me. I set the crystal glass down on the bar, gripped my cane tightly, and felt the fire blaze through me as my eyes locked on her.

  Perfection.

  Big, curious, innocent blue eyes. Soft chestnut hair falling to the middle of her back. The black, shimmering dress, plunging down the front and the back, giving me a tantalizing view of her young skin, her pert, succulent beasts, and the small of her back. The dress hugged her curvy hips — hips that practically begged for firm hands to set them in their place, much like that tight, curvy ass of hers begged for a firm spank.

  Out at a place like this, dressed like that?

  My pulse thundered, my jaw clenching as I made my approach. It was time someone reminded this pretty young thing of the sort of men who prowled this place.

  …Men like me.

  A drunken, pretty-boy prince stumbled into my path, and I growled as I shoved him out of my way. The little shit whirled, curling his lip and sneering at me.

  “Watch where the fuck you’re going, old ma—”

  His words dropped like bricks along with his jaw as his eyes caught the glimmer on my ring finger. The color drained from his face, as well as those of his friends behind him.

  “Mr. X, sir,” he mumbled, tripping over his words as he swallowed thickly. “Sir, the lighting in here, I didn’t—”

  “Manners, Prince Thomas,” I said thinly, my steely eyes narrowing at him.

  “Of course, Mr. X, sir,” he stuttered out, nodding quickly and earnestly. “My most sincere apologies.”

  I could have reamed him out. I could have knocked the smug, rich, arrogant Prince Thomas of Randall off his pampered pedestal in a number of ways. A temporary suspension from the club was socially crippling for the men who belonged to it. A lifetime excommunication was as good as being dethroned in the eyes of your peers. Wars had been fought, and countries absorbed when rulers were removed from my club. Because it wasn’t just the sex. It wasn’t just about being able to come and immerse yourself in the dark fantasy of sharing a beautiful woman with two other men. It was the prestige. It was the fact that it was the single most exclusive club in existence.

  That’s why snotty, arrogant princes like him who made it their life’s work to talk down to people would speak to me as if I were their personal god. In the light, they were in power. But in the shadows, I ruled all.

  But there wasn’t time. I’d already wasted enough of it pushing him aside and giving him a curt word. No, my attention that night was solely on her — her and her soft innocence. An innocence I’d be claiming, and taming, and dominating.

  I left Prince Thomas and his friends with a cold look and a brief nod, whirling to scan the room.

  There she was. My pulse roared, and I felt my muscles tighten as I made my way through the bar towards her. My cock throbbed between my legs, my balls aching for release as much as my fingers ached for her. I moved closer, stalking her like prey as the lust clouded my vision.

  Princess Claire Tinsley wasn’t just beautiful, poised, elegant, innocent, young, and cock-throbbingly tempting. She was also the daughter of King Aldo Tinsley. King Aldo who’d decided to make himself my sworn enemy after I’d had him kicked from the Triple Crown Club years before. King Tinsley who’d made it his job to try and seek out and destroy the club that’d been taken from him, and the man who’d excommunicated him. And he’d come close on a few occasions. I was fairly untouchable, but still, he’d come close.

  …Aldo Tinsley needed to be taught a lesson.

  He needed to know who I was, and that royalty or not, I was Lord of the shadow world behind the crowns. He needed a reminder of the power I held, and tonight, he was going to get that reminder. Because tonight, I was going to take what was his and make her mine. King Aldo worshiped the ground his sweet, pampered little princess of a daughter tiptoed across. She was the apple of his eye, and the sweet bright light of his world.

  And that night, I was going to sully that light. Tonight, I was goi
ng to show her just how tempting and alluring the darkness could be. Tonight, I was going to claim her, and dominate her, and shatter her, until she was marked in every way by me and panting for more.

  My cock strained at the front of my pants as I approached her, my blood roaring and my cum boiling in my balls. I’d have her obedience tonight. I’d have her on her knees with “yes, sir” on her lips. There’d be no holding back — not with her.

  She was talking to some young pretty-boy prick of a prince when I came up behind her.

  “Leave,” I growled at the wide-eyed look of recognition in his face when he saw me over her shoulder. He nodded quickly, whatever charm he was trying to use to get into her panties dropping like a veil around him as he turned and scampered away.

  “Uh, excuse me?”

  Fuck, that sass. That sass and that defiant look in her big blue eyes as she turned to look at me, raising a sharp brow.

  “I was in the middle of a conversation.”

  “One which I’ve just saved you from.”

  A small smile crept across her soft, pouty lips, but she quickly hid it away.

  “That was rude.”

  “That was necessary,” I growled back.

  Her lip caught between her teeth, her cheeks flushing slightly as her eyes took me in.

  “Do you know who I am?”

  “I know who everyone is, Princess Claire,” I purred lowly, moving closer to her as she gasped quietly. My blood boiled inside of me, and the need to shatter these pretenses became almost too much to bear. I didn’t want to chat her up, or woo her, or charm her. Charm was for pretty, frilly princes. Let them try and charm their way to that sweet heaven between her legs.

  Me? I was just going to take it.

  “The question, princess,” I said quietly, moving closer to her, and closer still as she retreated into the dark alcove at her back. I moved into her, and when her breath caught and that little pink blushed into her cheeks, I felt my muscles clench and my cock throb.

  “The question is, do you know who I am?”

  She swallowed, her chest rising and falling and her breath coming quickly.

  “Should I?” she whispered, her eyes wide as I held them fiercely with my own.

  “Oh, very much so,” I growled. “Because I’m the man that’s about to make you mine.”

  2

  CLAIRE

  MY PULSE RACED as he moved into me, his dark, commanding presence enveloping me like a cloak. My eyes locked onto his steely-gray ones, burning fiercely with this intensity that had me trembling instantly. His jaw clenched, his eyes flashed, and when he moved even closer, I felt my heart jump into my throat.

  Dangerous.

  It was the first word that burned into my head the second I’d laid eyes on him. Dangerous, dark, powerful, intense.

  …And gorgeous.

  That last one sent a flush through my cheeks and had me chiding myself inside. No, a man that scary looking, with that kind of dangerous aura swirling around him shouldn’t have been that good looking. But I couldn’t stop myself from thinking it as he moved into me, towering over me and making me gasp again as my back came up against the wall behind me. His dark hair was silvered at the temples, his jawline sharp and chiseled, and those flinty eyes blazing with an intensity that had my heart skipping.

  “I’m the man that’s about to make you mine.”

  His words sent something hot blazing through me, making me tingle in places I knew I shouldn’t be, even as the warning lights blared inside. He wasn’t entirely wrong. He had saved me from the gross, close-talking, arrogant little shit I’d been talking to — Prince Carl of Kamden. But the way he’d sent the notoriously cocky prince scampering away had me on edge. This man was no king — I’d have known him if he was. He wasn’t royalty, and yet he was in a bar that prided itself as being exclusive to nobility.

  Not royalty, and yet the power that swirled around him was undeniable. Part of it was the way he’d sent Prince Carl running, but the other part of it was him — the dark suit, the glinting silver of his cane, the flash of diamond on his ring, the fact that he was at least twenty years older than any of the other men in the bar. The fact that him being as close as he was to me had my knees shaking, my pulse skipping, and my core tightening. I couldn’t tell if I was scared of him, or more turned on by him than I’d ever been before.

  There was a good chance it was both.

  “You can’t…” I swallowed, biting my lip as my eyes dragged up his large frame, over his tailored suit, and up to his intense gaze. “You can’t speak to me like that.”

  “Can’t I?”

  “No,” I shot back, trying to mask the shake in my voice with a haughty, “princess-y” sounding primness.

  The man just smiled.

  “Ahh, but princess, you mistake me.”

  I swallowed again. “For?”

  “For one of these boys trying to charm their way into your panties.”

  My face went hot, the shiver teasing over my skin as I gasped quietly. Not even especially rude and obvious princes like Carl had ever spoken to me like that. And that this man — this powerful, commanding, older stranger — was saying them as he cornered me into a dark, shadowy alcove of an already dark, shadowy bar had me tingling with heat.

  “Oh you’re not, are you?”

  His lips curled into a dangerous smile that had me shivering in all sorts of ways, heat blooming into places it shouldn’t.

  “No, princess,” he growled. “I’m not going to charm them off, I’m going to tear them off.”

  I gasped quietly.

  “Trying to scare me?”

  His eyes narrowed. “Do I scare you?”

  “Maybe,” I whispered.

  He nodded slowly, his eyes blazing at mine. “Then maybe you’re smarter than these little princes think you are.”

  “And why is that?”

  The stranger chuckled darkly. “Because you should be scared of me.”

  I whimpered as he moved closer, his body pressing against mine. My heart raced, my pulse skipping through my veins. I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Something inside me wouldn’t let me, because something dark and twisted inside of me wanted him to press me into the shadows like that.

  …Something dark inside of me wanted him to do anything he wanted to me.

  “You’re trembling,” he said quietly.

  “Maybe you’re scaring me.”

  “Or maybe I’m exciting you.”

  I whimpered again, and he grinned hungrily.

  “There it is,” he purred.

  “There what is?”

  “That need, princess. That need you have inside that you’re embarrassed to tell anyone about.”

  “What need is that?” I whispered heatedly.

  He leaned closer, and when his lips just barely brushed my cheek, I gasped quietly.

  “That need to be taken, and dominated. That need to have a man like me show you what a man can do to you. Not one of these frilly little princes.”

  I swallowed the heat from my face, my pulse racing.

  “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but—”

  “Spread your legs.”

  His growled words had my jaw dropping and my eyes going wide.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Spread,” he growled into my ear, making me gasp. His hands suddenly slid over my hips, his grip firm and powerful as he pushed me against the wall at my back.

  “Your,” he hissed, his teeth raking my earlobe and making me whimper in pleasure.

  “Legs.”

  I moaned. I couldn’t even stop it, and the second it fell from my lips, I knew I was lost.

  “I am a royal princess!” I shot back, like pretending to be scandalized would somehow save me face from the fact that I’d just moaned for him.

  “Of this I’m aware,” he purred back. “And now I’m going to see exactly how wet Your Highness has made her royal princess panties.”

  I blu
shed, feeling the raw heat and the slickness between my thighs soaking through my panties.

  “I—”

  “Spread your legs,” he growled, pushing me into the wall. “Spread them or I’ll spread them for you.”

  “You wouldn’t’ dare—”

  I gasped as his hands suddenly slid down my thighs, grabbed the hem of my short dress, and instantly yanked it up high. I moaned, feeling my bare legs press against his suit pants, and my soaked, slick panties press hotly against his thigh as he ground into me. He pinned my dress up high with one hand, and the other slid back down my thigh. Strong, powerful fingers gripped me firmly, and when he pushed my legs apart, I found myself letting him, spreading them wide for him like some eager slut, not like the royal, cultured princess I was. But maybe that’s what this dominant, gorgeous, rough stranger brought out in me — the hidden fire and the secret desire to be dirty.

  For him.

  His hand slid up the inside of my thigh, my breath catching more and more as he went higher and higher. When his fingers touched me through my panties, I closed my eyes and whimpered — both ashamed and out of my mind turned on at the same time. I knew I should want to push him away, but the other part of me — that dark, hidden part of me, wanted him to take what he wanted. I wanted him to take whatever he wanted.

  “Dirty girl,” he growled into my ear, making me gasp loudly. “You made a mess of these panties, didn’t you? Did your tight little princess pussy get all wet and eager for me? For letting a stranger — an older man — touch you like this in a bar? Only dirty little princesses get this wet.”

  I moaned, panting and rocking my hips into him despite everything. His big fingers stroked up and down my slit through my slick, lacy panties, teasing my pussy and making me shiver. We were hidden, but it wasn’t like we were alone. People moved past the alcove, soft darkly sexy beats filling the smoky room as couples talked close over candles and sipped expensive champagne. And there I was, pressed to the wall with my dress around my hips and this commanding, older man with his fingers on my pussy making me wetter and wetter.