Royal Scandal (The Prince's Choice Book 2)

  Royal Scandal

  The Prince’s Choice #2

  By: Leila Haven

  Published by Smutpire Press

  Copyright 2017 All Rights reserved

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  Chapter 1

  Melody

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  Rick’s lips tasted like honey as they pressed onto mine. My hand tangled his hair, pulling him closer to me so he could give me what I wanted. I opened my mouth to him, seconds before his tongued plunged inside and owned me.

  I belonged to him, heart and soul. Soon, it would be official after we said our vows in front of the entire kingdom. For now, our love belonged to just us, and we would cherish this time together.

  “Hmmm. Melody, I want to take you upstairs and fuck you senseless,” he said, moaning against my neck. Goosebumps prickled up on my skin and shot out in all directions.

  “Do it then,” I challenged.

  He chuckled because we both knew it was impossible.

  Rick’s arms were around me; our bodies pressed together so tightly I could feel the length of his erection. He was ready for me, ready to plunge inside me and make good on his promise. But we didn’t have time, and we weren’t supposed to be consorting like that.

  The floor wasn’t the most romantic place for our secret tryst, but behind the chaise lounge was the only place with some semblance of privacy. Security cameras were dotted all around the palace for the protection of the royal family. They were working against our love life. I had no intention of lighting up a security guard’s day with some R-rated action.

  Even without the cameras, there were always people clogging up the corridors. Housekeepers, cleaners, administration staff, personal assistants, and a bunch of other people that I didn’t know what they did. Finding an empty space was more difficult than I ever thought it would be.

  Rick’s hand roamed around my body until he found my boobs. My nipples were tight little buds through my blouse that he tweaked until I moaned. My pussy was on fire for him, so wet and ready to be pumped. I was going to have to change my poor panties.

  His lips travelled down my neck, stamping passionate kisses along my skin that pulsed straight down below. He reached my collarbone and fluttered across, so dangerously close to where I really wanted his mouth. His lips belonged on my nipples, and right now there was too much fabric between us.

  I ground my hips into his, teasing his raging cock with the hopes it would take over his brain. My skin was on fire, and I needed him naked over me. It seemed like it had been ages since we’d last fucked. Eight days, to be exact. That was the longest we’d ever gone since we’d met.

  “I know what you’re doing, naughty girl.”

  I batted my eyelashes innocently and pouted. “I’m not doing anything, Your Highness.”

  His lips quirked into a smile, and he pressed his hips onto mine, stopping them. His cock had to be getting painful. It was rock hard and so ready for some serious action. I only wanted to help him out, of course.

  “When I do get to fuck you, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson for being so cheeky,” he whispered against my ear. A delicious shiver ran down the length of my spine.

  I’m not sure if it was his breath tickling my skin or the thrill of his threat, but he only succeeded in making me want to fuck him more. The ache between my legs was only getting worse. He was the only one who could ease it and give me some relief.

  “I look forward to it,” I replied.

  He laughed again before his lips crashed onto mine. My fiancé was doing an excellent job of making me forget about everything else that ever existed. All I could do was helplessly feel every inch of his body as it covered mine.

  “Excuse me.” The female voice made us both freeze. We waited a moment to see if she would go away. Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be. “I know you’re both there. We have things to do so please hurry up and get out here. With your clothes on.”

  I inwardly groaned because the voice belonged to Anna, the woman determined to make sure Rick and I were as miserable as possible in the days leading up to the wedding. I wasn’t sure what job she would hold after the big day, but I hoped it had nothing to do with me. I didn’t trust her anywhere near Rick either. She was as cunning as they came.

  Rick gave me one final quick kiss before peeling himself off me and standing. “Good morning, Anna. We were just checking to make sure there was nothing underneath the lounge. Good news is the cleaners are doing a marvelous job.” He gave me a smile. “Miss Parker, I will see you later.” With the look he gave me, there was no doubt in my mind he was picturing me naked.

  He left quickly, a tent in the front of his pants that was very noticeable. The poor guy, at least evidence of my arousal was hidden between my legs. Nobody else had to know about it.

  Anna’s eyes watched him leave the room, a weird expression on her face that I couldn’t quite read. She then studied me with her judgmental gaze after he left. “We have a dress meeting that you are late for. The designer is waiting for you and has been for over five minutes.”

  “Let’s go then,” I said, refusing to apologize. Anna never missed an opportunity to make me feel inadequate, and I wasn’t going to give her the pleasure of knowing she’d won again.

  Her high heels clicked and clacked on the marble flooring as she briskly led me through to the second-level sitting room. I normally liked this room because it was where the queen liked to hold afternoon tea, but I doubted this meeting would be as nice.

  “This is Bella True,” Anna started, motioning toward the thin and stunningly gorgeous woman standing in the room. “She will be designing your wedding dress.”

  We shook hands, and her skin felt super smooth. I was yet to find one flaw in the woman. “It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for coming today.”

  “It’s my pleasure. Shall we begin?” She moved with efficiency, whipping out a measuring tape and holding it up like she meant business.

  I nodded and stood still, letting her move me the way she wanted so she could measure every part of me. I would have been happy picking a dress from a store, but apparently royal brides could only have them custom made. It was tradition, and we had to keep up with public expectations.

  It was only the beginning of the wedding preparations, really. Anna was handling most of them herself with her support staff, but some were reserved for me. Probably just enough to make me feel included and like I actually had a tiny bit of control over the big day—which I really didn’t. As long as I played my part, Anna would have been happy to exclude me as much as possible.

  Bella measured me from head to toe, marking down the numbers in a spiral-bound notebook. Her handwriting was cursive and elaborate, making me wonder what kind of dresses she designed. If I ended up with something frou-frou and fluffy, I wasn’t going to be happy.

  “You could lose some weight, Melody,” Anna commented from the sidelines. “You know they say the camera adds ten pounds. The ceremony will be televised and everybody will have their cameras on you. It’s something you should think about.”

  I caught my reflection in a golden gilt mirror on the wall. I knew I wasn’t skinny, but I didn’t think I was overweight either. Sure, I had a few extra pounds around my belly and thighs, but didn’t most people? Average was a good description for my body; that’s what I thought at least. Rick never seemed to mind the bit of extra weight; or if he did, he never said so.

  The way Anna talked about it made me feel like I was huge. One little comment sho
uldn’t have been able to shatter all of my self-confidence. Perhaps if everything at the palace wasn’t so overwhelming, it might not have affected me so much. But it cut like a knife and made me feel naked standing there.

  Anna was thin, and so was Bella. They both made me feel freakishly large in their presence. I would never be that skinny. It wasn’t my body type, but that didn’t make me feel any better about it.

  “I’ll try to diet,” I said quietly, like a chastised child.

  “I will inform the kitchen so that they prepare your meals accordingly.”

  And just like that, I was probably on a carrot-and-celery diet for the next few weeks. The wedding cake better be worth it because I was going to pig out on it with no holds barred.

  “Okay, we’re done,” the designer said, standing and snapping closed her notebook. She hung her measuring tape around her neck, like a doctor might carry a stethoscope. “Now we can get to the good part of picking a dress.”

  The three of us sat on the lounge and sunk deeply into the luxurious cushions. Bella True pulled a black sketchbook out of her bag and laid it across her lap. The book looked like it weighed more than she did.

  She flicked to a series of pages in the back and showed them each to me individually. They were sketches of bridal gowns, artfully designed by hand. “This one is my favorite,” Bella said, pointing to a long white gown that was quite formfitting.

  “That’s not what we are looking for,” Anna replied curtly. “Nothing mermaid, trumpet, or fit-and-flare. We want the classic shape with a large skirt. Nothing revealing or tight.”

  Okay. Apparently she was the bride; she seemed to be the expert on what I supposedly wanted. Now was my chance to take a stand. If not now, then never. “I don’t really like big dresses. Something a bit in between would be good.”

  If looks could kill, Anna would have incinerated me. “A large skirt, please, Bella.”

  Bella looked between us, but then obviously remembered who was paying her and flicked to a sketch with a much larger skirt than the others. It was a traditional bustier top with a large lace skirt. Lace also covered above the bust area, making it more conservative. “This is one of my favorites too. I’m sure it will be to your liking, Anna.”

  Anna studied it, nodding while she thought it through. The dress wasn’t bad. It would probably be beautiful on someone else, but it wasn’t my style. I’d spoken up and been shot down. The argument didn’t seem worth it. As long as I married Rick, they could do whatever they wanted—including putting me into a puffy, white dress.

  “Yes, I think that’s the one,” she decided.

  Bella looked toward me. “And does the bride agree? I think it will look so beautiful on you.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “I’ll get started then. We can have the first fitting next week.” The designer shoved her things into her bag and stood. We followed suit. She offered me a kind smile but knew I wasn’t the one she had to please.

  Anna walked her out of the room by herself, leaving me in the sitting room alone. I wandered over to the large windows that overlooked the gardens below. The flowers and hedges held good memories for me. Sexy memories of what Rick did to me in those gardens quirked my lips into a smile.

  The wedding was all about making a lifelong commitment with Rick. It was about our lives joining as one, being a single unit from that day forward. Whatever else was going on around us that day was superfluous to those vows. Anna could have whatever clothes and flowers she wanted, but she couldn’t take away the intimate exchange of vows. That belonged to just the two of us.

  Rick joked once about eloping. He said we could run away to a place where nobody knew who he was and just get married with a priest and witnesses we didn’t know. It was easy to get lost in a daydream like that. He was all I needed, but he came with a lot of responsibility. They were a package deal that I accepted. I couldn’t have Rick without taking on Prince Richard Somersby III.

  I wondered if we could have the wedding in the garden. Not the ceremony because that had to be in the palace church, but maybe the reception? It would have been beautiful out in amongst the flowers with the sweet scent of their blooms filling the air.

  I made a mental note to ask Anna.

  She might get a laugh out of it before telling me what was really going to happen.

  Chapter 2

  Richard

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  My cock was going to burn a hole in my pants. I knew better than to have a make out session with Melody, especially before a meeting, but she was so fucking irresistible that I forgot everything.

  I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry. There was no time to think unsexy thoughts and have all the blood drain from my raging cock. Talking politics should be enough to get me soft in no time once the meeting commenced.

  All I could think about was how much I wanted to bend Melody over that chaise lounge and fuck her hard. I wanted to see her boobs bounce, hear that little sigh of contentment that she made, and feel her hot, tight cunt around my dick.

  Replaying our time together wasn’t helping me walk without a limp. I could only cover my crotch so much before everyone would know what I had going on in my pants. It was embarrassing, especially for the next king of the fucking country.

  The parliament seniors were already gathered when I entered the room. The nine of them sat around the large mahogany table—the furniture hundreds of years old. “Sorry for being late, gentleman. Please start without any further delay.”

  I couldn’t get comfortable in the wooden seat. Not with the piece of wood between my legs. Every time I moved, the fabric of my pants strained against my dick. Even with the boring discussion, it wasn’t softening.

  All I wanted to do was find Melody and take her to bed. We weren’t supposed to be having sex before the wedding, in honor of some outdated tradition and expectation. We were really trying to respect the rules, but I wasn’t going to be able to take it for much longer.

  I needed to fuck.

  Now.

  But Melody was in some dress meeting, and Anna would literally kill me if I pulled her out of it for this. There wouldn’t be a wedding if that happened. There would be no groom or succession for the throne.

  I couldn’t take it any longer. “Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen. Please carry on while I have a short bathroom break.”

  Their voices followed me out. They didn’t need me to join in with their decisions anyway. They were the experts, and my father would sign off on anything they decided. I was only there so that my presence could be noted.

  I slipped into the bathroom closest to the meeting room and locked the door behind me. My cock was just waiting to be freed from my pants, poking out as soon as the zip was undone. I pushed my trousers and trunks down to my knees.

  Closing my hand around my cock, I could finally get some release. I had to use the hand moisturizer in the bathroom for lubricant but it would do. I started pumping my cock, holding it as hard as I could while sliding up and down my shaft.

  I closed my eyes and imagined it was Melody’s hand wrapped around me. Her fingers were much more delicate than mine, and her touch that much better, but I was so horny my imagination would have to fill in the blanks.

  Even better than her hands would be her mouth. My cock would glide between her pink lips as her tongue wrapped around me. She would suck and lick until I was satisfied, looking up at me with those doe eyes that were anything but innocent. She knew she could have me on my knees with those eyes.

  My hand worked faster as the heat in my dick grew to fiery proportions. I had to lean against the bathroom cabinet before my legs gave out on me. My whole body was jerking with the motion of my cock. Every time my hand rubbed over the tip of my penis, it threatened to tear me apart.

  Images of Melody naked, her perfect tits jiggling as she laughed, filled my mind. Her body was made to be worshipped, and I imagined doing just that. Her cunt was so tight, so hot when I buried myself inside her. Th
ose nipples could cut glass, so sexy and fun to suck.

  I couldn’t take it any longer. My hand stilled as my cock ejaculated spurts of cum. The rush of pleasure swept through me and gave me the relief I needed. There was nothing better for stress than an orgasm, even if I was alone. I waited for the adrenalin to course through my veins, keeping me locked in place while I basked in the joy.

  Unfortunately, there was no time to revel in the pleasure. This was strictly a quick hand job to relieve some of the pressure in my cock.

  Grabbing some tissues, I quickly wiped at the cum before it could fall anywhere on my clothes. The last thing I needed was to return to the meeting with fucking cum on my pants. Nobody would say anything to my face, but they would be more than happy to joke about it down the pub later on.