Page 17 of Claimed by the Bastard Prince
She stomped to the bathroom and slammed the door, trying to ignore the feelings of warmth and desire he unfurled in her. Though she hadn’t known him long, they’d shared a tense experience that she would never forget. Their lives were forever bound together.
He could have tried torturing a confession out of her, but he hadn’t harmed her in any way. She’d been handcuffed and at his mercy, but the whole while, even though she was nervous about the outcome of the Royal Guard’s investigation and the false accusations against her, she hadn’t felt utterly terrified in Akeen’s presence. If any other man had arrested her, handcuffed her, and taken her to the dark, scary dungeon for questioning, she would have been frightened out of her mind.
As she stripped off the robe and stepped into the steaming shower, she pictured his tattooed, muscular chest, and she couldn’t stop the quiver that ran through her and settled to pulse white hot between her thighs. She shampooed her hair and tried to get the mental image of Akeen preparing to sink his cock into her out of her mind, but trying to stop thinking about it was like trying to stop breathing.
Reaching for her pussy, she stroked through the wetness for a few seconds, her hips jerking when her fingers grazed over her swollen clit. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples ached. God, she wanted him. Right now. If he wasn’t balls deep inside her in the next few minutes, she would surely go mad.
She hurried to finish in the shower. After grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself, she stepped out to find her suitcase on the counter, next to a toothbrush and brand-new tube of toothpaste. She hadn’t heard Akeen enter the bathroom and hoped he hadn’t witnessed her rubbing herself. Her face heated at the thought.
She finished drying off, wrapped a towel around her head, and then set about choosing something to wear. She opted for a yellow sundress and a pair of flip-flops. No panties and no bra, but hey, at least she didn’t have to keep wearing the black silk robe leftover from the ex-girlfriend who’d sold Akeen out to the tabloids.
Her heart suddenly ached for him. The whole country probably believed serious falsities about him. She wondered if he’d ever done anything to counter the effect the tabloids had on his image. At her public relations firm, she often helped high profile clients navigate the murky waters of a public scandal.
She unwrapped the towel from her head, gave her hair a good scrub, and borrowed a comb from Akeen’s things to untangle her knots, all the while planning how the sexy stud waiting for her could improve his public image—if he wanted to, that is.
Volunteering at charity events, donating money to good causes, and putting together a fundraiser for the less fortunate were great starting places. Not to mention finding a good cause to routinely champion. Though the headlines about Akeen had been the most scandalous, she’d seen a few naughty tidbits about some of the other royals, including King Brenul, as well. The entire royal family could benefit from the services of a good public relations expert, like herself.
What are you thinking?
She gave her head a shake.
She was most definitely not thinking about staying in Ismallia.
Nope, not at all.
* * *
“Thanks for grabbing my things.”Cora exited the bathroom and walked toward him with confident steps. The seductive sway of her hips made his cock go instantly hard.
He nodded, but failed to mention he’d intentionally neglected to fetch her other suitcase, the one containing her panties and bras. His palm twitched as he imagined what he’d do to her when he once again discovered her ass bare beneath that short flirty dress.
“Oh, you showered too,” she said with surprise, eyeing him up and down. “Where did you—um, never mind.”
“There’s another bathroom just beyond the kitchen in my quarters,” he explained, running his hand through his damp hair.
God, she was sexy. The front of her dress hugged her breasts and pushed them up nicely, and she looked remarkably beautiful without any makeup, fresh-faced and innocent looking. One hundred and ten percent fuckable.
“Come here, my little captive.” He reached for her, and she placed her hand in his.
“I’m not your captive.” She lifted her eyebrows. “Not anymore. I’m innocent. You’re lucky I don’t come after you for false imprisonment. I could get the international courts involved and sue your pants off.” As the last few words left her mouth, she flushed bright pink.
“You don’t have to get lawyers involved to get my pants off, Cora.” He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his hardness against her and prompting her to gasp. “Now, where were we before all hell broke loose?”
He captured her lips in a kiss that was tender at first, but soon became more insistent as the urgency within him built to a crescendo. Sliding his tongue against hers, he took control and moved his hands to cup her face, drinking all of her in, from her little moans to the scent of her freshly shampooed hair. She tasted like mints and something much sweeter. Christ, he couldn’t get enough of her.
With a growl, he pushed her down on the bed and crawled atop her, not once breaking contact with her lips. She arched her center and gyrated against his cock. Holy fucking hell. He was going to fuck her so hard, she wouldn’t be able to walk onto a plane in four days, let alone manage to leave his quarters anytime soon.
Breaking the kiss, he pushed up her dress, groaning with satisfaction to find her bare pussy. He gave her a stern look and cupped her smooth mound.
“I see another spanking is in order.”
She threw up her hands and tried to fight him off, but he had her turned onto her stomach in seconds. She giggled and thrashed around, uttering, “No no no,” in a breathless tone that Akeen translated asyes yes yes. He swatted at the moving target, striking her right cheek first, then her left one. Finally, she stilled and peered over her shoulder at him, her expression drawn in the cutest pout.
“Maybe you should move on to the second part.”
“The second part?”
“Last night you said girls who don’t wear panties in Ismallia get spanked and then fucked hard by the bastard prince.” She wiggled her ass at him and then tried to roll onto her back, but he caught her and delivered another slap to her behind, before finally allowing her to turn over.
