Page 28 of Twisted Royals

“You got it.” Giving us a wave, Saul took his family from the ballroom, leaving me with Damaris.

Finally.

“Is it okay for us to leave too?” she asked. “I don’t know how these things work.”

“Of course.” I offered her my arm, then frowned when she blushed and looked at her feet. “Is something amiss?”

“Um… give me a second.” She crouched and ducked under the tablecloth, then straightened with her shoes in one hand. “Sorry. I told you I’d do something embarrassing.”

“Not at all.” Gravely, I took the shoes from her and let her rest her hand on my arm. “I doubt anyone noticed because they were too busy looking at your lovely face.”

Laughing softly, she shook her head and let me escort her from the ballroom. “Do they teach you that cheesy stuff in prince school?”

“I don’t need lessons to know how to compliment a beautiful woman.” I held the door for the lift and followed her into the car, wishing I could take her into my arms and kiss her. Unfortunately, the security camera in a corner above our heads forced me to keep my hands to myself.

Although she laughed, it seemed forced, and she chewed on her lip for a moment before asking, “Did I do okay, Savva? You can tell me if I messed up. Promise, it won’t hurt my feelings.”

“Did someone say something to you?” Taking her arm, I turned her to face me as I tried to control my anger. “Tell me who insulted you, Damaris.”

“Nobody said anything. It’s just…” She sighed and slumped, then bumped her forehead against the wall. “My idea of a party is potluck with a keg of beer and red plastic cups. I don’t know how to be fancy like this.”

“You were perfect. I’ve never had a more charming and entertaining date.”

“You don’t have to say stuff like that.” The door to the lift opened and she stepped from the car. “Mama tried to My Fair Lady me, but the lessons didn’t stick too well.”

She wouldn’t believe me, but her manners were perfectly fine. However, if etiquette training would help build her confidence, I was more than happy to arrange it.

“I daresay you don’t need Henry Higgins, darling, but if you feel it necessary, you could ask my mother to teach you. I’m certain she’d be delighted to help, as would I.” I unlocked our suite and held the door for her, then added, “You realize, of course, that I have no idea how to behave at one of your parties. I’d say we’re even.”

“That’s easy.” She dropped her clutch on the credenza and took off her jewelry.

I swallowed hard as she took off one glove at a time, her movements decadently sensual.

“Don’t get so drunk you fall in the pool or start a fight. Get in line early for Mamaw Pearl’s chocolate pie, but if Aunt Louise offers you her potato salad, choke down a bite or two and don’t mention the cat hair in it. Also, don’t get between my daddy and the last sparerib.”

“I will endeavor to avoid the pitfalls you mentioned, and your aunt’s potato salad.” Slowly, I eased the zipper of her dress down and kissed a path down her spine. “But now, I have something much more entertaining in mind.”

“What’s that?”

She moaned in pleasure when I tugged the pins from her hair and let the silky tresses fall to her shoulders.

“I promised you a ménage, did I not?”

“Mmm.” She turned and smiled as she let the dress slide down her delectable body, leaving her in nothing but a pair of tiny pink panties. “I’m thinking that’s best left as a fantasy. Not sure I can see my way clear to sharing you with someone else.”

“Good.” I lifted her into my arms and carried her into our bedroom, then kicked the door shut behind me. “Because I’m not sharing you either.”

CHAPTER 10

DAMARIS

As usual, Savva didn’t undress right away. Still wearing his tuxedo, he circled me, stroking me with gentle fingers until I was about to cry for wanting his big cock deep in my pussy.

Although I never realized how much it would affect me deep down, I kind of liked him being dressed while I was naked. It was an endless tease, and made me feel beautiful, but also very submissive.

I almost felt like the princess he wanted to turn me into. Well, maybe if I squinted and looked at the idea sideways anyway. It didn’t seem real quite yet, but we’d been engaged less than a week.

His touch also took my mind off the fact that we’d be returning to the palace in just a few short days. Savva insisted on doing our horse ride through the city and had arranged for our last day to include a trip to Vasamuseet and a private supper cruise around the harbor.

---