Page 9 of Claimed by the Bastard Prince
Chapter 4
Cora peeked out at the strange men, wondering what the hell was happening. She was also embarrassed to be caught in the act. The men were well-dressed, wearing dark uniforms with unfamiliar golden crests over their hearts. The crests didn’t look the same as those worn by full blood princes though, and she soon realized they were members of the Royal Guard.
“Forgive us for interrupting, Royal Advisor Akeen, but we’ve just received important intelligence from the Americans.”
An annoyed looking Akeen quickly pulled the condom off, stepped out of bed, and put his pants on, followed by his shirt. “Critical level?” he asked, eyeing the men.
“Yes, sir. It’s extremely urgent, otherwise we wouldn’t have let ourselves in,” the tallest of the men said, gazing at Cora. “Apologies, miss.”
Akeen finished donning his suit, minus the tie, and walked to Cora. He reached for her hand and squeezed. He bent to speak in her ear. “Stay here until my return. Make yourself at home. If you need anything, ring for a servant.”
“I don’t know, Akeen. Perhaps I should return to my room. Perhaps…”
“You will stay here and that’s final.”
The absolute authority in his tone made her pussy clench, but then she felt guilty because he had important business to which he needed to attend.
What if something terrible had happened or was about to happen?
It was well-known that foreign enemies often conspired against King Brenul, as his older brother, the supposed rightful heir to the kingdom, was exiled in Russia and often made claims at the throne. But the older brother had been run out of Ismallia for ordering a rogue group of soldiers to execute all the men in a small village near the sea, for reasons that, to this day, hadn’t been entirely explained.
The officers who’d entered Akeen’s quarters wore grave expressions, and a chill ran down her spine as she worried about the intelligence they’d received from the Americans.
“Promise you will stay here, Cora.”
“I promise,” she breathed.
He nodded in approval, grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her forehead, then swiftly departed the room, trailed by the two men. She heard their footsteps fading, and then the door of Akeen’s quarters slammed shut.
She wished she had her phone so she could check the news quickly, in case any information had broken publicly, but she’d left her purse and phone in her room. For a moment, she considered dressing fast and running across the palace to fetch her things, but she supposed Akeen wouldn’t be too happy if he returned to find her missing from his quarters. For a reason she couldn’t fathom, she wanted to please him, and she wanted him to like her.
She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh.
So much for keeping this experience to one night only.
Most of the men she’d dated over the years typically seemed intimidated by her, and often became angry when she made a sarcastic remark or didn’t take them as seriously as they took themselves. Like Greg. She’d had to censor herself around him all too often and hadn’t realized it until after their breakup.
But Akeen felt like her match in every way.
He hadn’t backed away and gone searching for an easier to handle, more obedient woman after she’d deliberately given him a difficult time and initially turned him down. His sense of humor certainly meshed with hers. Even though he came across as cocky, she couldn’t deny that the bold determination with which he’d pursued her had made her feel all warm and tingly inside.
Despite her worry over the danger he was helping to combat, her pussy still ached with the longing to be filled up. He’d been a moment away from slamming his huge cock into her before they’d been interrupted. She rubbed her bottom in an attempt to reinvigorate the sting of the quick, playful spanking he’d given her, but the sting was already gone.
Heat gathered in her core at the memory of being held down while he swatted her ass. If he planned to spank her like that every time he caught her going commando, she might never wear panties again.
She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was one in the morning. The exhaustion of being jetlagged and staying up late combined to make her curl up in the bed and snuggle on the pillow. She pulled the covers up further and decided she would close her eyes, but only for a little while. She wanted to be awake when Akeen returned, and she hoped he came back soon.
Hopefully, an hour or two of sleep would allow her to reconsider the situation.
Would it really be awful to see Akeen again or spend more than one night together? Would it absolutely lead to heartache if she kept in touch with him after she flew home?
These questions and more swirled in her head as she succumbed to sleep.
* * *
“Cora. Cora Meyers.”
A deep voice entered her dreams, and she turned on her pillow, floating in that warm but uncertain place between sleep and wakefulness. As she started to drift off again, back to her dream of swimming in the ocean with Akeen, the voice penetrated her blissful reverie once more.
