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  “Guess I’m just an old guy, huh?”

  “Careful,” Lola turned her head, that teasing, mischievous look on her face as she bit her bottom lip. “I wouldn’t want you to have a heart attack or anyth-ooh fuck!”

  I drove my cock into her hard, my thick girth stretching that tight little cunt wide as I slid balls deep. Lola cried out, her fingers scrunching up the bedsheets and her back arching in pleasure as I groaned, letting her sweet pussy ripple and quiver around me.

  “You want to tease me, hmm?” I growled, pulling out and then fucking her hard, my cock plunging back inside as she moaned wildly. “Well tease away, baby girl. Tease away while I fuck this sweet, bratty little pussy like it deserves to get fucked. Like you’ve never even dreamed.”

  I pulled back and then drove back in, my hips rolling as I started to fuck her hard and deep. Lola screamed in pleasure, her back arching and her hands clutching the sheets. She turned her head, her cheek to the bed, her eyes squeezed shut as the pure pleasure melted over her face. I gripped her hips in my powerful hands, my muscles clenching as I fucked my cock in and out of her. Her sweet little ass rippled against my chiseled abs, her hair tumbling over her face as I gave her the fucking of her life.

  “Still think some smug, clumsy limp-dicked boy could fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked, baby girl?” I growled, driving my cock balls-deep in her tight little pussy.

  “No!” she gasped, panting and moaning in pleasure as I slid in and out of her, her lips clinging tightly to me on every thrust.

  “Good,” I hissed into her ear, leaning over her as my hips crashed against her tight little ass. “Because you’re all fucking mine now.”

  My fingers dug into her skin as I plunged my cock to the hilt in her heavenly cunt, and when I pulled back and let my palm smack against her ass, Lola screamed in pleasure as she arched her back and thrust back into me.

  “But maybe I should stop,” I purred, grinning as I slowed. Oh she wanted to play the tease? Two could play at that.

  Lola whimpered, pushing her hips back like she was trying to keep me inside. But my hands held her firmly, making her wait — teasing her clit with the thick head of my cock.

  “I am so old, after all,” I growled. “Maybe we should just take a brea—”

  “Please keep fucking me,” she gasped. She turned her head, the long ropes of jewels and diamonds glittering around her neck, over her breasts, and across the bed sheets.

  “I’m not sure I heard you,” growled quietly, easing my head just inside and then keeping it right there, making her whimper in frustration. Lola’s face was flushed, her eyes wild as she locked her fierce gaze on me.

  “Please keep fucking my pussy, Daddy.”

  Oh that fucking did it.

  I roared as I drove in to the hilt, making her scream in pleasure as I gave her every inch. My hands gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into her skin as I started to fuck her hard and deep. My heavy, cum-filled balls slapped against her clit on every thrust, and when I brought my hand down on her sweet little ass, spanking her as she rocked on my dick, she started to come apart.

  Her moans got louder and louder, her soft, mewling whimpers of pleasure melting into my ears and dragging me to the edge with her. I slid my hands up her soft, supple body, wrapping one arm round her middle and grabbing her hair in the other hand. She cried out as I pulled her up flush against me, my hips still plunging my cock in and out of her slick, eager pussy as my lips found her neck.

  “I want to feel you let go, baby girl,” I rasped into her ear. “I want to feel this naughty, baby-girl pussy milk the cum from my balls. I want to feel you come, and I want to feel that cum dripping down my big cock. And then, angel,” I growled, my teeth raking over her earlobe as her whole body tensed and rippled against me

  “And then, I’m going to fill this pussy with so much of my cum that it’ll be dripping down your pretty thighs all night.” My hand slid down her belly, down so that my fingers rolled her clit and spread her lips around my plunging cock.

  “This little pussy is mine now, baby girl,” I hissed. “This is daddy’s pussy now.”

  Lola exploded.

  My strong hands, or my fingers, or my filthy words, or maybe my thick cock driving all the way inside - whatever it was, she suddenly went crashing over the edge. She screamed in pleasure, her ass pushing back into me and her whole body rippling as her muscles clenched. The orgasm tore through her, and when I felt her heavenly little cunt grip me so tightly and flutter and clench tight around every inch of me, I lost the rest of my control.

  I groaned as I buried every inch and let go, my balls twitching and pulsing as my hot, sticky cum pumped from my cock deep against her womb. I roared, holding her so tight to me as I pumped rope after thick rope of my seed into her, until the both of us went crashing into the bed.

  We lay there, panting, our hands finding each other’s, fingers interlocking. She turned into me, and when my lips found hers and I kissed her deeply, I never wanted to stop. I never wanted to not be inside of her, or kissing her, or holding her like that.

  The diamonds and the gold and the silver glittered in the flickering candlelight — a fortune sparkling across her soft skin.

  …She was the crown jewel though.

  Chapter 12

  Xavier

  That first night I spent with Lola in my arms was possibly the best night of my life.

  Actually, fuck “possibly.” It flat out was.

  I didn’t stop with that first time, of course. After we caught our breath, I rolled her on top of me and let her ride me, moving slow at first until she came screaming, bouncing up and down on my cock as I filled her up all over again. I took her again after that, against the wall of the shower, before we slid into bed and I wrapped her in my arms.

  Sweet, exquisite perfection.

  We slept in. Actually, we slept in so much that when we both opened our eyes and saw the time, Lola yelped as she jumped from the bed. She was one of Princess Callie’s bridesmaids, of course, and apparently, there was a schedule.

  “Hang on,” I growled, stopping her at the door and pulling her into my arms. She grinned, blushing as she fell into me.

  “I’m going to be late,” she whispered.

  “Ask me how much I care.”

  She giggled, biting her lip as she playfully punched me. “Hey, it’s one of my best friend’s wedding, and it’s…” She made a face.

  “To King Milton,” I finished, making the same face as her and making her giggle all over again.

  “Alright, get,” I grumbled, playfully smacking her ass as she turned for the door. “But don’t be surprised if I find you and kidnap you later.”

  She gasped dramatically. “A kidnapper? Uh oh, are you going to tie me up?”

  She immediately blushed as soon as she said it, and my cock jumped at the thought.

  “Only if you say please, baby girl,” I purred, pulling her into me and kissing her deeply.

  Later, after she’d gone to meet with her friends, I got dressed and headed down to the lounge where I knew breakfast and coffee was being served to overnight guests. Hayden and Sven were arriving that day, but I knew Cole had arrived the night before.

  “Morning sunshine.”

  My friend winced as he looked up from his coffee before he realized who it was and grinned at me. “Hey, man.”

  Cole had one of those reputations that always seemed to follow him — rebel, bad boy, trouble-maker, partier. The tabloid stories of him and various women — married or otherwise — or of his late night exploits and debauchery were a mile long, and legendary. Thing is, most if not all of them were bullshit or a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But that didn’t seem to matter to my buddy. He actually seemed to revel in the negative press.

  Of course, all the visible tattoos and that cocky attitude didn’t exactly do that rep of his any favors. Neither did the mean looking hangover it looked like he was nursing.

  �
��Rough night?”

  He frowned into his coffee. “Something like that.” He cleared his throat. “Sorry, by the way. I was gonna let you know when I got in last night—”

  “Don’t worry about it.” I shrugged. “I—”

  Fuck. I wanted to tell him. Hell, I wanted to tell the whole fucking world about Lola — to bellow it from a damn mountain top. But Winston’s words echoed in my ears. The warning about Shana and her vicious law team and private eyes wasn’t bullshit, and I knew it. And I knew what her having any scrap of evidence to work with could do.

  “I had some work to do,” I finally mumbled out. A waiter strolled over and I ordered a black coffee.

  “What the hell did you get up to last night?”

  Cole shook his head. “Long story, man.”

  “I’m all ears.”

  He chuckled. “Later. When I can fucking think straight.”

  He pushed his fingers through his dark hair, his sleeve pulling up and flashing some of his ink just as two ladies in waiting walked by, making them gasp and then quickly mutter disapprovingly amongst themselves as they briskly walked away.

  I grinned. Yeah, that was us. It was why I was friends with the men I was friends with. None of us really fit the mold with the whole “royalty” thing. Well, I didn’t exactly have tattoos on my neck and my hands like Cole did, or other ink that couldn’t be hidden like Hayden. But I had my own “non-royal” traits. My thing with fixing up old cars and getting my hands dirty, for one. Or that I’d served real time in the military during one of the inter-kingdom wars twenty-five years before when I was a young man. It's not like there were a lot of royals who’d served active duty or had ever seen combat.

  So, really none of us were the shining example of proper royalty. Maybe Sven, just because of the stern way carried himself, but even still.

  Cole sighed, his fingers still rubbing his head, when I noticed something — something that triggered something I’d almost forgotten. My brow furrowed, my mind ticking as my eyes narrowed on the newer looking ink on his forearm.

  A red rose.

  “You got some new ink I see.”

  Cole arched a brow at me, his eyes studying my face for half a second before he relaxed.

  “Oh, yeah. You know me, can’t get enough.”

  I nodded, but inside, I was connecting the pieces. I’d seen another tattoo just like that one — also new. Also on someone who’d brushed it off when asked. It’d been the night I’d stormed into Lola’s room to find her naked from the shower. I’d gone downstairs later, when she was watching her movie with her friend, and I’d found myself lingering by the half open door to my home theater.

  It’d just been for a second, but I knew what I’d heard. And seen.

  Yeah, I’d seen someone else with a new rose tattoo squirming to get out of talking about it alright.

  …Lola’s friend Faith, the Princess of Devoney.

  “So.” I smiled benignly at Cole. “Where’s your usual harem that follows you around?”

  He rolled his eyes. “Fuck off, man. That’s all gossip magazine bullshit rumors and you know it.”

  There he went, stepping right into my trap.

  “Rumors are typically born from reality.”

  He frowned, shrugging. “Yeah? Which rumors are those?”

  “The ones involving Princess LaFleur having the same fucking tattoo.”

  Cole’s jaw went tight, and his eyes snapped to mine. His hand curled into a fist on the table top, and I smiled as I watched his lips pull back in a snarl.

  “Watch it,” he growled. “I could say the same thing about you and rumors.”

  It was my turn to bristle.

  “Such as?”

  “You know what I’m talking about.”

  “Careful, Cole,” I growled.

  “You and Lola?”

  My teeth flashed, and my scowl was deep as I leaned across the table and narrowed my eyes at him.

  “You need to—”

  “I need to what? Be Blind?” He shook his head. “C’mon, man. Don’t come in here trying to hang me on some rumor when you’ve got your own skeletons. I see how you look— hey!” He held a hand up as I started to stand. “C’mon, sit. I’m not fucking judging, Xavier, I’m just saying I notice. Sven and Hayden do too, by the way, and they’re probably going to give you more shit about it than me.”

  I sat, grumbling, my hands tightening to fists as my pulse roared.

  “I’m not wrong, am I?”

  I glanced at my friend. I didn’t say anything, but then, I didn’t have to. It wasn’t that I couldn’t keep a poker face, it’s that I just didn’t care to any more. Not when it came to her.

  “Well, shit,” he whistled, shaking his head. “I guess I don’t have to tell you that people will talk.”

  “Fuck people.”

  He chuckled, raising his coffee cup in a toast. “And that is why we’re such good friends, old man.”

  “Oh now you’re just asking to get your ass kicked.”

  He laughed, shaking his head. “Look, I’m just saying figure it out before it gets figured out for you. You know?”

  An hour later, I was back in my quarters, pacing the room. I moved past the bed, my fingers trailing over the sheets where she’d become mine. I imagined I could still feel the warmth of her, even if I knew it was long gone. And then I tried to imagine never feeling that warmth again, and something tightened in me.

  I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to plan it out, or weigh my options. Figure it out, huh?

  …Winston, my lawyer, picked up on the second ring.

  “How’s the royal wed—”

  “I need you to draw something up for me. A document. Immediately. I’ll email you the details.”

  I hung up before he could say a word, dropping the phone on the side table as I let my fingers trace where she’d slept again.

  Oh, I’d figured it out alright. And I knew exactly what I wanted.

  Chapter 13

  Lola

  “Riley?”

  I frowned, glancing around the garden. I knew my friend had come out this way, and I needed her, since we had to get back to Callie’s room and finish helping her with the final dress fitting.

  But, I couldn’t find Riley. Riley, who’d thankfully taken any suspicion my friends might have had about my own odd behavior away, because she’d been acting like a hurricane since she’d shown up.

  I grumbled as I stepped down the path of King Milton’s gorgeous rose gardens. I was getting pretty close to the end of them and still no sign of her. Up ahead, there was a little archway in the hedges that led to a field — for the day, it’d been used as extra parking for the limos and sports cars of the royal elite who were attending the wedding.

  “Riley, where the fuck are you?”

  I muttered again as I stomped down the path and barged through the archway.

  “Oh!”

  I gasped, half jumping back as I almost walked right into the very girl I was looking for. Except, Riley wasn’t alone. Standing close to her — very close, I noted — was a gorgeous, stern looking man with dark hair and blue eyes.

  A man I actually knew, by way of Xavier.

  Riley’s face was bright freaking red. Actually, a lot of her was red and blushing, from her cheeks down to her chest.

  “Uh, Lola,” she stumbled over her words. “This is King Sven, of Northlund.”

  I kept my eyes locked on my friend, a grin starting to creep over my face. Holy shit, I knew that look on her face. I knew it because I’d just had it all over my face the last few days. But especially, that first time when Xavier and I kissed in the doorway to my room.

  That was that look. It was a look that said “I just kissed someone I shouldn’t have but damn am I glad I did.” Oh, me and that look were on familiar terms at that point.

  I eyed her another second before I dragged my gaze over to the King.

  “Of course, Your Highness.” I smiled my most princess-y smile,
curtseying as well.

  Riley rolled her eyes at me.

  “Your Highness,” King Sven growled. We’d met before, though I hadn’t seen him at the manor in a while.

  “We were just talking about his car,” Riley said quickly. Very quickly.

  “Oh yeah?” I turned my head and glanced past her to the beautiful vintage looking Rolls Royce behind them. But my eyes suddenly darted from the gorgeous chrome and old detailing to the side door, where someone had scratched a very large, very comical dick into the paint.

  I snorted, a hand flying to my mouth.

  “Vandals,” King Sven growled. “You never can be too careful.”

  He and Riley glanced at each other, her face flushing redder, and his tensing even more. And very quickly, I definitely wanted to know the details of what I’d apparently almost just walked in on.

  “Yeah, uhh, so what was that?”

  “Nothing,” Riley blurted from behind me.

  I rolled my eyes, whirling on my heel and catching her mid-step as we headed down the garden path back to Callie’s quarters.

  “I call bullshit.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest, giving my friend a stern look.

  “You can call it whatever you like,” Riley muttered. “C’mon, let’s go. We’re late.”

  “And just what were you just doing back there with King Sven?” I grinned at her.

  “Nothing!” she snapped again, clearly on edge about something. “I was doing nothing with Sven, okay? I came out here for a drink, and he just happened to be out here too.”

  “Was that you that did that to his car?”

  “No,” she blurted quickly. Too quickly. My eyes went wide, and my jaw dropped.

  “Are you serious? Riley, you scratched a dick into his car?”

  “Oh shut up.”

  I shook my head, actually genuinely concerned now instead of just trying to tease her. Riley had been on this weird tear ever since she’d arrived that morning. I mean she was always kind of a hurricane, but there was definitely something up with her that she’d decided not to share — something that was pretty out of character for her.