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  “Uh, sure?”

  “Makes you wonder what ours may end up looking like, doesn’t it?”

  My full and undivided attention suddenly snapped right to him.

  “Excuse me?”

  He grinned. “Our wedding, Princess. Not today, of course,” he chuckled like he’d just said something hilarious as I stood there feeling a numbness creep over me.

  “But soon, I should think. Yes, your father has told me all about your desire to find a good match, and I think our two families would make a fine union, don’t you agree?”

  Holy. Shit.

  That’s what this was. This was my parents setting me up for some sort of arranged marriage bullshit, like Callie to King Milton. And they’d walked me blindly right into it like a trap. Anger flashed inside of me, and I felt my jaw clench tight.

  “I’m sorry, Prince Thomas,” I said shortly. “But I’m afraid my parents may have led you to believe—”

  He laughed, and my brow furrowed deeper.

  “Ahh yes,” he laughed again. “Your father did tell me about that famous Faith wit!”

  Wit. Yeah, no, try indignant fury.

  “Prince Thomas, I’m sorry, but I really do have to get back to—”

  “You know a good wife stays by her husband’s side at these sort of things.” The prince’s warm, smiling tone suddenly turned colder. “ It’s unseemly for a girl such as yourself to be wandering around such an event by herself inviting all manor of attention.”

  My brows raised. Okay, who the hell did this guy think he was? And what century did he think we were in?

  “Nice to meet you, Prince Thomas,” I said coolly. “But I have to go now.”

  I turned, when suddenly I gasped as I felt his hand close on my wrist.

  “Your father and I have an arrangement, your highness,” he said coldly. “And that arrangement involves you on my arm right now.”

  My temper flared. “Well I’m afraid to say I’m not a fucking door prize,” I hissed.

  The prince’s eyes narrowed at me as his brow furrowed and his grip tightened.

  “That is not the sort of language I’ll expect from a wife!”

  “Well then find one with nicer language!”

  I went to yank my arm out of his grip, but he held me fast, his face darkening.

  “Oh, Princess, I believe I’ll enjoy breaking that sass of yours once we—”

  “How about I break your fucking face instead?”

  Thomas and I both whirled at the sound Cole’s deep voice, and I felt my heart jump into my throat as heat bloomed through me. Cole’s face was dark, his eyes flashing fire as his jaw ground tight, glaring right at Prince Thomas.

  “I beg your pardon, but the lady and I—”

  “The lady and you aren’t doing fucking anything,” Cole hissed. “Now take your fucking hand off of her.”

  Thomas snorted, wrinkling his nose as he glanced disdainfully over Cole’s tattoos peeking out from under his, I have to say, hot looking suit.

  “It’s Prince Cole, isn’t it?” Prince Thomas smirked. “I’m amazed they even let you into this event.”

  “Oh, Prince Thomas,” Cole smiled dangerously at him. “It would shock you where else I’ve gotten into recently.”

  He winked at me, and I felt my whole face turn bright red, even as I grinned at him.

  Prince Thomas bristled, glancing at me and then back at Cole as his eyes narrowed. “Sir, kindly take your eyes away from my—”

  The prince gasped this high pitched sound verging on a shriek as Cole shoved him back and yanked his hand off of my arm.

  “Let’s go,” he growled quietly, his fingers lacing with mine. Instantly, I could feel this magnetic energy and this heat explode through me at the contact, and I squeezed his hand tight as he whirled us and started to march away.

  “You know, Princess,” Prince Thomas hurled at our backs. “I was going to warn you about this prick of a man and his reputation of forcing himself on noble women, but—” he made a snorting, scoffing sound “—apparently you’re already tainted by him.”

  Cole froze, a low growl caught in his throat.

  “In fact, I’m quite sure I want nothing to do with a girl who’s all too willing to run off with this lowlife.”

  Cole’s fingers unlaced with mine, and he started to turn.

  “So, run along Princess. Go play slut for this piece of trash—”

  Prince Thomas cried out as the fist slammed into his face, screeching, stumbling backwards and clutching at the blood that streamed from his broken nose.

  “You bitch!”

  …Oh, right. It was my fist.

  “You miserable fucking bit—”

  He gasped as Cole suddenly grabbed him and pushed him back three steps, slamming him into the wall.

  “Mine,” he hissed quietly, his eyes locked on the sniveling prince. “If you ever look at her again, I’ll break you in half. Do we understand each other?”

  Prince Thomas swallowed, taking a shaky breath as he tried to muster one ounce of courage.

  “You know, I’m shocked, McCabe.”

  Cole’s hands tightened on the man’s collar as he ground his teeth. “Enlighten me.”

  “I thought you only went after married chicks.”

  Cole just smiled at him for a second before suddenly, he pulled back and sank his fist into Prince Thomas’s stomach. The asshole doubled over, wheezing as Cole dropped him and turned back to me.

  “C’mon, angel.”

  His arm slid around my waist possessively, making me grin as the heat of his hand on my hip teased through me.

  “Oh, and shithead?” Cole glanced over his shoulder at the prince still groaning on the ground. “She is married.”

  Prince Thomas’s brow shot up as he glanced up at Cole, who just grinned.

  “To me.”

  Chapter 14

  Faith

  I moaned as we went crashing through the door of the room, my legs around his muscled hips and my arms tight around his neck. Cole growled as he kicked the door shut, his hands firmly gripping my ass through the bridesmaids dress that was now bunched around my waist.

  I whimpered as he carried me across the room, feeling the thick, huge bulge in his pants throbbing against my pussy through my panties. Even though we were married, even though I knew in my heart that the last of my reservations were gone and he had all of me, this still felt so wrong.

  …Maybe that's why I loved it so much.

  Maybe it was the fact that this was still a big secret, or that we’d just snuck out of a pre-wedding reception after I’d broken a would-be-suitor’s nose. Maybe it was that we’d snuck into an off-limits section of the palace past some lazy guards to find a quiet room somewhere.

  Or maybe that I just loved being bad for my bad boy.

  I moaned as we crashed down onto the big four-poster bed, my fingers raking up his back and into his hair as he kissed me hard and passionately. He ground into me, his big thick cock rubbing against me through my panties and making them soaked and messy with my arousal.

  “Let’s get one thing straight,” he groaned into my lips. “You’re my wife.”

  “Damn right I am,” I gasped, kissing him back.

  “Some other piece of shit prince thinks he can lay a hand on you? Talk to you like that?” He growled animalistically, kissing me with a ferocity that tingled through me.

  “Jealous are we?” I teased breathlessly. I watched the fire blaze behind his eyes and I gasped quietly as his hands tightened on my waist. He growled again, low in his throat, like some sort of wild animal that was about to pounce on his prey.

  “Of him?” Cole muttered. “No.”

  “You sure?” I kept teasing, knowing I was playing with fire but loving the way this was getting him so…primal.

  “You sure you aren’t jealous that another man—”

  I whimpered as his lips crushed to mine, hard. He groaned into the kiss, his hands tight on my hips as his cock throbbed against my dripping wet pussy.

  “You’re my wife,” he growled. “Mine.” I moaned as his hands slid under my hiked-up dress, teasing over the edge of my panties. “And right now, I’m going to tear these little panties off, and I’m going to put my mouth between your thighs and lick that naughty little pussy, because it’s mine to taste.”

  His mouth seared to mine, his tongue swirling with mine as the heat exploded through me. Suddenly, he pulled away, and I gasped as he flipped me over. His strong hands grabbed my hips, raising my ass in the air as he pushed my dress up around my waist. His fingers teased down, hooking into my panties and slowly pulling them down my thighs. I moaned, feeling them peel away from my slick, aching pussy, feeling his hungry eyes all over me as he growled behind me.

  When I felt his breath hot across the back of my thigh, I gasped quietly. When his hands slid up my legs and grabbed my ass, spreading me wide for him, I moaned. But when that hot, wicked tongue of his dragged through my lips, I cried out in pure pleasure. Cole groaned into me, his fingers tightening possessively on my skin as he pushed his tongue deep inside of me. I whimpered, clawing the sheets and moaning into them as his tongue teased up and down my slit.

  He tongued my opening, sliding his tongue in and out of me like he was fucking me with it, before he moved down to my clit. His tongue swirled over my aching little nub, sending pleasure roaring through me. Slowly, growling into me as his fingers dug into my hips, he dragged that tongue teasingly back up, dancing across my clit, up my seam until I felt his naughty tongue swirl over the tight little ring of my asshole.

  “Oh fuck,” I whimpered, pleasure exploding through me as he tongued my most private place.

  “You like my tongue on that naughty little asshole, don’t you, angel?”

  I nodded, panting as I squeezed my eyes shut and shamelessly pushed back into him.

  “Tell me.”

  I moaned, biting my lip as he swirled his tongue over my ass again.

  “I— oh God — I love it when you put your tongue on me,” I gasped.

  Cole made a tsking sound, his thumb teasing across my pussy and rolling over my clit as he nibbled at the back of my thighs.

  “Oh I think you can do better than that, Princess,” he growled, his breath hot and teasing across my skin.

  I panted haltingly, my breath catching as he rubbed my clit and then brought his tongue back to just barely tease over my ass again.

  “I—” I moaned as he slowed his thumb and pulled his tongue back.

  “Tell me, Faith,” he purred.

  “I love it when you lick my ass,” I blurted out, my face red at the filthiness of my words, and my whole body on fire for the man who made we want to be filthy.

  “Good girl,” Cole growled.

  His mouth moved between my legs again, and when his tongue swiped over my ass, and his thumb rolled across my clit, I cried out in pure pleasure. He groaned into me, his tongue swirling in teasing little circles around my tight ring as my pussy dripped my arousal all over his thumb. He other hand gripped my hip tightly, pulling me against his mouth. He pushed his tongue against me, teasing me with the tip like he was fucking me with it, making me scream in pleasure before he pulled away. He kissed and licked his way down to my clit again, and when he sucked it gently between his lips and began to dance his tongue across it, I started to come apart.

  My hands clawed at the sheets, my whole body shamelessly and wantonly pushing back against his mouth as he drove me wild. His powerful hands held me tight, pinning me to the bed with my ass up in the air like a dirty girl as he licked my clit until I could feel the world starting blur at the edges.

  “Cole—”

  “You wanna come for me, Princess? You want to make this pretty, candy-sweet, dirty little pussy come all over my tongue? Come for me, angel. I want to taste my wife’s tight, dripping wet cunt when she comes for me like a good girl. So fucking come for me, Faith.”

  My cry of pleasure echoed through the room as I screamed, pushing back against his mouth as I felt the climax explode through me. I moaned wildly, my whole body trembling and shaking as Cole and his wicked tongue drove me right through my orgasm. Heat bloomed through me like fire, my toes curling and my fingers clawing at the bedsheets until I just collapsed onto the bed, panting for air.

  I could hear the sound of Cole’s clothes hitting the floor, and suddenly, I felt his weight on the bed. I moaned, turning my head to see him moving over me, his gorgeous, inked muscles rippling and his thick cock rock hard and ready for me. His knees went to either side of my thighs, and when one of his hands slid up my back to grab a fist of my hair at the base of my neck, I felt raw heat explode through me.

  He pinned me to the bed like that, his other hand wrapping around his big cock and stroking it. Hot, sticky drips of his precum leaked over my ass and trickled between my legs, teasing over my pussy.

  “Now, angel, I’m going to feel this sweet little pussy stretch around my thick cock.” He leaned down, his lips brushed my ear, and I moaned as I felt his swollen cock head tease across my thighs, pushing between my legs to nestle against my slick, eager pussy.

  “Because you’re mine,” he growled as he eased his hips forward.

  I moaned as I felt his big cock slowly push into me. God he felt so huge, and I was so tight with his legs keeping mine together like that. I whimpered, arching my back and raising my ass up, pushing back as his head slipped inside to take more of him. Heat and pleasure and adrenaline rushed through me as he drove in, inch after thick, throbbing inch of his gorgeous cock filling me up to the brim.

  I cried out, feeling him stretch me so good as he pushed inside, until finally, as we both groaned, I could feel him all the way inside, his thick head right against my womb and his abs against my ass.

  Cole drew back, pulling my ass up a little bit with him. His hand teased over me, giving me a quick spank that made me whimper in pleasure. His hand tightened in my hair, making my blood run even hotter as he pulled back, leaving just his head nestled inside of me.

  “Fuck, you look so fucking beautiful with your tight little cunt stretched around my thick cock like that, angel,” he growled.

  “Please,” I gasped, turning my head to lock eyes with him over my shoulder. I trembled at the fierceness in his eyes, and when his hands tightened on me, I moaned deeply.

  “Please fuck me, husband,” I gasped.

  Cole groaned. “Always.”

  He drove in with one powerful stroke, burying every single inch of his big, throbbing dick deep in my little pussy. Both of us groaned in pleasure, and when he tugged on my hair, pulling my mouth around to his, I cried out into his kiss as he started to fuck me. His perfect cock slid out, leaving just the swollen head inside before he plunged back in. I could feel my lips clinging to his girth, my clit rubbing against the underside of him as he started to slide in and out.

  Cole’s hands moved to my hips, and when I felt him pin me to the bed like that, my pulse roared the need to be taken like this — to be totally dominated and claimed.

  “Fuck me,” I gasped, the bedsheets bunched in my hands. I turned to lock eyes with him over my shoulder. “I want you to fuck me like I’m yours.”

  Cole’s abs rippled as he drove in, his eyes locked on mine as his thick cock plunged inside.

  “You are mine, Princess,” he growled, pulling back and then rocking deep into me again. I dropped my cheek to the bed, pleasure exploding through me as my rough, dominant prince fucked me right into the bed. I screamed in pleasure as his thickness filled me again and again, his powerful hands pinning me down as I just let go and let him completely take me.

  Him, my prince.

  My secret husband.

  …My love.

  His hands slid up my sides, pulling me up off the bed and against him. He kissed my neck, his cock throbbing so deep inside of me as he yanked my bridesmaids dress up, tugging it off of my head and my arms and throwing it aside. My hair tumbled down my back, and he wrapped it in his fist as he sat back, pulling me into his lap.

  “Slide up and down that cock, angel,” he purred into my ear. One hand dropped to my hip, grabbing me tightly as he started to guide me. “Bounce that tight little ass up and down my big dick, Princess. Ride that cock until your cum drips down it.” He growled into my neck, making me moan in pleasure as I thrust back and down, taking every inch of him deep inside as I squeezed him tight. His hands teased over my skin, sliding up to cup my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples to aching points as we crashed together again and again.

  “Damn,” he growled into my ear as he plunged deep inside. “My wife has the hottest little pussy in the fucking world,” he groaned. “Fuck, angel, I can feel you squeezing me so tight. I can feel this hungry pussy trying to suck the cum from my balls. That what you want? You want my cum pumping deep inside of you — filling this greedy little cunt with every drop of my sticky cream?”

  I moaned deeply, bouncing up and down every inch of him as the pleasure started to explode through me.

  “Yes!” I cried out, my hands covering his on my breasts, my fingers entwining with his as cock fucked me so deep and so perfectly. I could feel the heat starting to build hotter and hotter, and I could feel my whole body tumbling towards that sweet edge. I turned, crushing my lips to his and thrusting my ass into him again and again, until it felt like I was about to explode.

  “Make that pretty princess pussy come for me, angel,” he hissed into my lips. “Come all over my big cock. Make that pussy come for me, my love.”

  The whole world went white, and I shattered.

  I screamed into his mouth, exploding like a bomb as the orgasm thundered through me. Wave after wave crashed over me, my whole body trembling as the climax claimed all of me. I could feel Cole sliding his cock so deep inside of me, and when he roared into my lips, I felt him come right along with me.

  His thick cock throbbed so deep inside, his balls twitching against my clit as his hot, sticky cum spurted deep against my womb. His muscles clenched tight, his arms holding me against his hard body so possessively as he emptied every drop deep inside of me.

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