Stealing Beauty (Possessing Beauty Book 2) Page 3
Caspian cleared his throat, sipping a drink. “I might remind you that this is not the venue for you to pull your usual shit with girls?”
“Oh, it’s not?” I said sarcastically,
“And not with King Lucian’s fucking daughter,” he hissed, shooting me a look.
“Relax, Charming.”
Caspian Charming and his brother Cade were twins. Blonde, blue eyed, good boys. I smirked, thinking of the nickname Logan had given them: the Ken dolls.
They weren’t that good, to be honest. I’d known them long enough to know they just looked like good little golden princes, when really, those two were just as dirty as me. Well, almost. I’d seen them take home enough women — women to share, at that.
Still, they did better at functions like this than me. Being “Princely” was always tough for me. I’d rather have a few more drinks than I should. Laugh a little louder. Dance a little crazier. Stay up a little later.
Caspian and his brother though, they knew the parameters, and they knew how to look perfect within them.
Assholes.
“So, you weren’t just flirting with Imogen Morningstar?”
“No, of course not.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh, what?”
His eyes flicked past me. “Nothing. So if you weren’t, you won’t be pissed that some other dude just took over for you with her on the dance floor?”
I whirled, my face tightening into a frown, and when I saw the fucking douche talking to her, it went into a scowl.
Prince Chester Bught, of Montagne. I mean the guy’s name was butt, for fuck’s sake. Different spelling, but give me a break. How the hell was a girl like Imogen — someone as absolutely perfect who’d haunted my dreams for the last four weeks and controlled my cock through some sort of witchcraft — talking to an absolute tool like him?
It made no sense. And the longer I looked at them, the more pissed it made me, until pissed turned to furious.
Fuck this guy, she was mine. And I knew deep down, she knew she was mine. I might have been under her spell, but she’d fallen under the same thing — I could see it in the way she looked at me, like she was scared of what being near me brought out in her.
I spent far too long in life jumping from bullshit to bullshit, and never finding something real. I'd’ looked at this girl, and it’d felt more real than anything ever before. Now, having touched her, however quickly, however sarcastically, and however much she was scowling at me?
Oh, she was mine alright, I just had to show her.
I grit my teeth as I watched her laugh at something fuckwad said to her, before she curtseyed and walked away. I watched her float across the ballroom floor, my eyes flicking back to him and narrowing at the way he checked out her ass as she left the room.
I slammed my drink back and started to head his way.
“Mags,” Caspian hissed.
I ignored him.
Imogen Morningstar belonged to me. And it was time to tell assholes like Chester Bught to keep his fucking eyes off what was mine.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Chester whirled at the sound of my voice right behind him. He stumbled a little, glancing up at me since I towered above him.
“What?”
Jesus this guy was less princely than me.
“I asked if you were enjoying yourself.”
He stammered. “Oh, uh, yes. Prince Magnus, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
He smiled, like we were chums.
“Wonderful ball isn’t it?”
I didn’t say a word, I just glared at him.
“And princess Imogen is just lovely isn’t she—”
“Walk away.”
He frowned, his stupid face looking confused.
“Pardon me?”
“Walk. Away,” I growled, stepping right into his face.
“Prince Magnus, I’m not sure what you—”
“Princess Imogen and I are engaged,” I said flatly.
He blinked. “Wait, what?”
“We’re engaged,” I bullshitted again. “So I would appreciate it if you kept your fucking eyes off of her.”
He paled, shaking as I growled down into his face.
“Oh, I’m— yes, of course, Magnus. I had no idea! Well congratula—”
“I’d like you to leave the party.”
He frowned. “Pardon me?”
“You’ve offended me. Get the fuck out.”
He stared at me again like I was crazy. I took step towards him, flashing my teeth, and the guy turned and scooted away.
I wanted to grin, but I kept my hard face on until I saw him and his people heading for the exit. Then I grinned, before whirling and scanning the room
Now, to find my princess…
Chapter 5
Imogen
I smoothed my dress down in the floor to ceiling mirror in the lavish bathroom, glancing over my reflection. Our own quarters were much more modern, but the amenities around this level of the castle, near the ballroom and in the areas where tours came through, were gilded as if we were still in the 18th century. Italian marble floors and counters, intricately tiled walls, gold finish on the hardware, lit by flickering candelabras.
I shook as I smoothed the dress, thinking of him — of his hands on me. Of his voice in my ear. The smell of him The thoughts he made me feel inside.
God, I’d been thinking horrible, wicked thoughts of him since that day in the hotel room. I hadn’t stopped thinking about him, or his — well, his cock since that night.
The thought made me blush.
And it hadn’t just been thinking. In the darkness of my room late at night, more than a few times over the last month, I’d let go as the thoughts of that moment came back to me. I’d let my legs open under my sheets. I’d let my fingers explore. I’d let a thumb brush my clit, a finger slip inside my slick pussy as I’d thought about Magnus and his enormous cock.
He was so gross, and so crude, and so wrong. And yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, or fantasizing about him and his enormous tool. It was like he’d hooked me with a spell, and I couldn’t break free. I couldn’t close my eyes without thinking of his perfect body stretched out on my hotel room bed, which of course, made me horribly and terribly wet.
Every time.
Yes, his reputation was nose-wrinkling, but there was also something about it that was so damn tempting and alluring.
…A man like that knew what he was doing. A man like that knew what he wanted and knew exactly how to treat a girl — even one like me who’d never done anything but a quick peck on the cheek.
Ridiculous, right? I mean I was twenty years old for crying out loud.
My cheeks grew pink in the bathroom mirror as I imagined the other scenario I’d thought of. The one where I didn’t run from that hotel room like a total freak, and instead, been bold. The daydream where I’d been wild instead.
Instead, I imagined what would have happened if I’d just gone to him, and let him tear the bikini from my body and ravish me anyway he chose to.
The size of him scared me, but it also got my blood pumping hot like liquid fire. I couldn’t even imagine how something like that fit inside something as small and as tight as my untouched pussy, but damn had I spent the last few weeks trying to imagine it.
I shook my head. This was silly, and gross. I needed to get back to the ball, go talk to Chester and—
The door swung open, and I gasped as I whirled.
“You can’t be in here!”
I backed away from him, my back to the mirror. Magnus smiled hungrily at me as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
“But I am in here,” he shrugged. “Bad logic.”
“No I mean—” I scowled at him, hoping it hid the desire in my face. “You know what I mean, you’re not allowed in here.”
“Sweetheart,” he growled stepping closer to me. My breath caught as he turned and locked the door behind him.
He turned back, h
is eyes burning fire right into mine. “I’m a prince. I’m bad at doing what people tell me to do.”
“I— I have a boyfriend.”
“Do you now. Chester the molester out there?”
I bit my lip to stop from laughing, but then I was gasping as he moved even closer.
“Yes, him,” I said quickly.
“I don’t think Chester would know what to do with you.”
“Oh and you would?”
“Yes, I would,” he said evenly. “Tell me this, Princess. What’s got you soaking wet right now — Chester or thinking of me and that night in the hotel?”
My jaw dropped. “I am not — oh my God you are—”
“I think you are.”
I whirled on him, my chest rising and falling quickly. “You’re disgusting.”
“Doesn’t change how dripping wet that pussy is for me.”
He grinned as my face grew even darker. “Admit it, princess,” he growled, moving closer. “You’ve been thinking of me ever since that night.”
I shook my head.
“Don't lie.”
“I have not—”
“I have,” he husked, his eyes fierce. “And I haven’t stopped thinking of you since that night. You’re all I can fucking think about.”
He moved closer, his hands going to each side of me against the mirror. I bit my lip, looking into his gorgeous face.
“You’re in deep, and I can’t figure out how to get you out. And I know you feel the same.”
My heart pounded, my body shivering at his nearness.
He was right.
I hated that he was, but he was right. I hadn’t stopped thinking about this crude, cocky man for weeks now. I’d craved his touch, and I‘d wanted nothing more than to relive that night and do it differently. And here I was locked in a bathroom with him, the promise of that chance lingering on his lips.
“I—” I panted. “Chester—”
“Forget Chester,” he growled. “I promise you, Chester does not know what you want, and what you need.”
“And you do?”
“Damn right I do,” he husked, and I whimpered out loud.
He moved against me, his hand coming up to tease over my hip. I whimpered again.
“Tell me to walk away, and I’ll leave you alone, for good. I’ll leave you to your Chester and the boring life you could have with that asshole. But if you don’t tell me to walk away...” He moved his mouth close to my ear, his breath teasing over my neck and making me moan.
“If you don’t, then I promise I’m going to make you all mine.”
“You’re just trying to get into my panties,” I managed to hiss back.
He grinned. “Sweetheart, I’ve already been in your panties.”
My eyes went wide.
“You left three pairs of them in your hotel when you ran off.”
My jaw dropped. “What do you—”
“And damn did they feel good wrapped around my big cock,” he growled lowly.
I moaned, loudly. It was so filthy and so wrong and so bad thinking of this man masturbating with my panties. And I knew all that, but I couldn’t ignore the other part. I couldn’t ignore the part that imagined this gorgeous, dirty-sexy man wrapping my panties around his thick, throbbing cock and stroking it up and down with them.
God I was so wet thinking about it.
“The panties felt good, but I want what’s underneath.”
I moaned as he moved into me, his body pressing me against the glass behind me. His hands started to pull up my dress, over my knees, bunching it higher.
“Better tell me to stop, Princess,” he groaned. “Or there’ll be no stopping—”
I broke.
It was like him teasing me with the idea of stopping was enough to push me over the edge. The heat, and the wetness between my legs, and the naked desire for this man became too much, and before I could think about it or rationalize it, I opened my mouth and the words came out.
“Please don’t stop.”
Magnus froze for one second, before suddenly, with a fierce growl, his hand slipped up into my hair, cupping my jaw as he hungrily brought his lips crashing against mine.
Chapter 6
Magnus
My cock throbbed and pulsed as I kissed her, twitching in my pants and pressing so hard into her I know she felt it. Her lips were everything I wanted them to be and more — soft, sensual, perfect. She tasted like sweetness and sin, and I groaned as my tongue demanded entrance.
She whimpered as I kissed her hard, my hand tightening on her jaw and the other pulling her tight against me by the hip. I ground into her, letting her feel my entire fucking length pressing against her body, loving the way she moaned and squirmed against me.
There was no stopping this now. Sweet, untouched, virginal Princess Imogen Morningstar would be mine, tonight.
I broke the kiss, moving down to her neck and making her gasp as I bit and sucked the skin there. Her hands clawed at my arms, and I groaned as I bought my hands away from her just enough to shrug my jacket off and toss it away. My hand moved back to her, stroking up her sides and then down to her hips. I started to bunch the dress up again, groaning into her moans as I kissed her fiercely.
The dress pulled higher, and she started to whimper, gasping into my kiss and holding me tighter as I pulled it up to her waist. I moved one hand between us, my pulse roaring at the bare skin of her thighs under my fingers before I moved it higher, making her tremble.
The panties she’d left before had felt like sin. Feeling them warm, wet, and pressed right against her pussy felt like heaven.
She cried out as I dragged a finger over her lips, feeling how fucking sticky and soaked she was for me. For me, not fucking Chester. I kept running a finger up and down her pussy as I reached up and started to pull that dress off her shoulders. It dropped and I groaned as her creamy, full, goddamn perfect tits were bared to me. Her soft pink nipples hardened like pebbles under my eyes, and I leaned in, unable to stop myself as I wrapped my lips around one.
My hand began to move up to the edge of her panties, pushing down into them and feeling my finger start to ease over soft, slippery, naked folds. I started to push inside when suddenly, her panting stopped and she pulled back.
“Wait, wait.”
I restrained myself, barely. Somehow.
“I’m—”
She looked down, her face going red.
“I mean, I’ve never—”
“You’re a virgin, I know,” I whispered, my finger teasing over her opening and making her gasp. “I’ll go—”
“No, I mean, I’m really a virgin. I’ve never—”
“You’ve never had sex, I understand.”
She sighed, cringing slightly as she looked down.
“I’ve never done any of it?”
I froze.
Wait, what? Not having a man take her was one thing. I mean there were a lot of princesses who waited to actually fuck for marriage. But this girl was twenty, and she’d never done anything?
My cock throbbed.
She was totally untouched, and fuck did I want her even more then. I wanted everything, and I wanted to show her it all. I kissed her slowly, my tongue seeking hers as I slowly stroked her pussy, making her shiver.
“Let me show you, Princess,” I growled, pulling back.
She looked down again, shaking her head. “I know, it’s stupid, I just—”
“No,” I said quietly, kissing her slowly again. “Not stupid. It’s yours to give once.”
She smiled softly, her eyes finally looking up and searching mine.
“I— I still want this,” she whispered. “I just—”
“I won’t fuck you,” I growled, my gaze locked on her. “Not until I marry you.”
Her eyes went wide, her mouth round as she stared at me in shock. Hell, I was shocked at the words that’d just come out of me. But fuck if I didn’t know it was true the second I said it. I would marry this girl.
“I won’t fuck you until then, but I’ll show you everything else.”
I pushed a finger inside and she moaned loudly. I thought about what I’d just said. I thought about making her my bride, and making her mine. I growled inside at the thought of her belonging to me, and me having her and her only.
Me, the man who’d never stuck with one woman. But something about her made me want only her. The thought of forgetting and foregoing the other shitty women in the world and taking only her had me harder than I'd ever been. I thought about claiming her, and pumping her full of my cum — making her belly swell with my seed.
“Please,” she moaned.
I kissed her again before slowly, I began to kneel.
“Where are you—”
“Relax, beautiful,” I growled, sinking to my knees. I pushed her dress high, and slowly, I hooked my fingers into her panties and drew them down her long, creamy legs to just above her knees.
I groaned at the sight of her. Soft, pink folds, slick and wet, shining in the candlelight of the stone room. I moved in, inhaling and growling at the sweet scent of her. She was panting, breathing hard as she looked down at me.
“I’m going to make you feel good, Princess,” I growled.
And then I’m going to make you mine.
I’d meant what I said, and I knew it right there, my mouth inches from the most perfect, sweetest pussy I could’ve ever imagined.
I was going to steal this girl away from Chester, and every other fucking man on earth who thought he could have her, because she was mine.
I was going to marry this princess, and make her my queen.
Chapter 7
Imogen
I won’t fuck you until I marry you.
His words had me gasping, my head spinning. Marry him? Prince Magnus? It was almost comical, except I wasn’t laughing.
I was moaning.
Because his hands were creeping up my thighs, pushing my dress higher. His breath was hot against my bare pussy, making me shiver in ecstasy — making it hard to breathe, or think, or do anything but moan for him. A big finger stroked my lips, and I was so wet I was sure it was dripping down his hand.