“Because it sure seems like that’s what happened,” the second man says.
I clear my throat.
“Prince Dominic, Princess Katarina and I have a somewhat unusual relationship,” I start.
It’s almost sunup when they let us go to our chambers again, but they let us go, so I don’t care what time it is. I’m under heavy guard, and they station several men outside my door, but I hardly notice.
All they’ll tell me about the Princess is that she’s fine, so that has to be good enough for me.
I’m on house arrest for the next two days. I’m brought my meals in my chambers — which are a small suite of rooms — so I don’t get to leave. I can’t even communicate with Dom, even though I ask the guards again and again to let me speak with him.
I can only assume he’s also under house arrest.
The third day, I’m lying on a couch, staring at Tomassian television without watching it, when there’s a knock on the door, and I nearly throw the remote across the room answering it.
Katarina’s standing there, four armed guards behind her.
“Princess,” I say, relief finally flooding through my body that she’s here, she’s okay, she’s definitely okay.
She turns to the guards behind her, thanks them, then steps inside my chambers. I shut the door behind her, and then we’re alone.
“Bru—”
I just wrap her in my arms, holding her as close as I can, practically crushing her against me. She holds me tight too, and we just stand that way for a long time, until I finally let go.
I kiss her, gently and sweetly and tenderly, all the ways she should be kissed, and then pull away, staring into her eyes.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry about all this, but I love you.”
She puts one hand over mine, lacing our fingers together, and smiles.
“I love you too,” she says. “And you won’t be under house arrest for too much longer. I’ve been talking to my father, and I think he’s coming around.”
I raise both my eyebrows in surprise.
“Coming around to letting us marry you?”
Katarina just laughs, the sound so bright and happy that I smile, too.
“Right,” she says. “I think me nearly being kidnapped might have softened him up a little.”
I kiss her again, anticipation pounding through my veins. Our princess married to us — both of us. It’ll be a little weird. It’ll get some taking used to, but I think we can make it work.
I want it to work.
“I can’t stay,” Katarina says, pushing my hand out from under her skirt. “I’m sorry. They’re coming in after five minutes, and the last time we got caught...”
I sigh, leaning my forehead against hers.
“I know,” I say. “I love you. I can’t wait.”
“Me either,” she whispers, then kisses me and leaves.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Katarina
I watch the hands on the clock, stomach in knots. I’m so anxious about this that I don’t know whether it should be taking a long time, not very long, somewhere in the middle, or what.
It doesn’t take long to say no, I think. If he was going to say no they’d be back by now, right?
I swallow again, fold my hands in my lap, and look out the window.
I think my father is willing to do this for me. Nearly being kidnapped by the man he wanted me to marry has done kind of a number on him, and right now, I think he’s pretty willing to give me anything I ask for. Even though he knows it’s not his fault — no one knew Sven was a psychopath — I know he still feels bad.
But bad enough to let me marry two men?
Well, he did agree to hear them out.
I shift in my seat and sigh. I also haven’t gotten to have either of them in nearly a week, and it’s driving me absolutely insane. Between their house arrest and needing to be on good behavior for once, I haven’t even gotten felt up in days, and it means that every time I so much as think their names, I’m soaking through my panties again.
Like right now, thinking about what we’re going to do when they come back, no matter what my father says. For days now I’ve been fantasizing nonstop about taking them both at once, one of them in my pussy and one in my ass, how fucking incredible it might feel.
The near-constant ache only intensifies, and I ball my hands into fists.
I will not get myself off yet again before they get back, I think.
At last, the door to my chamber opens. I leap to my feet as Bruno steps through, wearing a three-piece suit, followed by Dom in the same. They’re both grinning, and despite myself, I giggle and clap my hands together.
“Well?” I ask.
They look at each other.
“He said...” Bruno starts, and looks at Dom.
“...Yes,” Dom finishes.
Bruno’s closer, so I jump up and wrap my legs around him, and in one smooth motion he reaches up my skirt and grabs my ass. I’m not wearing panties, obviously, and moments later Dom is behind me, unzipping my dress, unhooking my bra, then reaching underneath and massaging my breasts, tweaking my nipples.
I moan. Loud. I don’t care. My dress flies off over my head, followed by my bra, and I’m already naked, between these two clothed men.
They kiss me, one at a time, their hands all over my body as I’m sandwiched between them. I practically tear Bruno’s clothes off, running my hands over his sculpted, perfect chest, tightening my legs around his hips and rubbing myself along the huge bulge of his cock.
I moan every time he rubs against my clit, and I swear, with every moan he gets harder.
Bruno carries me to the bed and puts me down, then pushes me until my head is just hanging off the edge. He bites one nipple, running his tongue over it, and Dom comes over, caressing the other and kissing me deeply on the mouth.
“Take your clothes off,” I whisper when he pulls away.
“Why?” he asks, grinning.
Bruno’s lips trail down my torso and he shoves my knees apart roughly, making me gasp.
“I want you in my mouth,” I gasp.
I don’t have to ask twice. Dom undoes his belt as Bruno’s hands hold my knees wide, and the instant his tongue touches my clit I moan, my eyes sliding closed.
“I missed you,” I gasp out, as he licks faster and harder. “God, I missed you.”
“Not as much as we missed you, Princess,” Dom says, teasing at my lips with the tip of his cock. I open my mouth and he slides himself in, the thick ridge moving past my tongue, then back out. “Did I ever tell you how fucking beautiful you are when you suck my cock?”
He thrusts in again, this time a little deeper and harder, and I swirl my tongue around him, sucking as hard as I can. The heat’s already rising inside me, Bruno licking and sucking and lapping at my pussy, and Dom keeps fucking my mouth, pushing more and more of himself in until he hits the back.
I take a deep breath, pleasure swirling in me like a whirlpool, because I fucking love this, love the way that I’m almost helpless, Dom and Bruno totally in control right now. It could be dirty, but there’s something beautiful about giving them as much pleasure as they give me.
Well, it’s definitely still dirty. That’s the point. But it’s also that other thing.
I relax my throat, swallow, and the head of Dom’s thick cock slides into my throat. At the exact same time, Bruno’s fingers enter me as he licks faster and faster, something frenetic and desperate in his movements.
“I love you,” Dom gasps. “Jesus Christ, I love you.”
I feel Dom’s hand on my neck as he pushes his cock deeper. Now I’m pounding with arousal, about to practically burst open. I’m powerless against the two of them, literally. I can’t even breathe until Dom lets me, and maybe that shouldn’t turn me on like it does, but God does it turn me on.
I love it. I love the way he watches as I swallow him, the way he wants to feel his cock in my throat with his hand on my neck. My lips touch skin, and then Dom pauses for a moment, like he’s just feeling the way I swallowed his entire length.
Bruno’s fingers move harder inside me, in a rhythm with his tongue, a rhythm that makes me arch my back and grab his hair. Dom pulls back and pops out of my mouth as I moan, gasping for air.
“I’m gonna come,” I whisper.
“Good,” Dom says, and thrusts himself into my mouth again.
The second I swallow him, it’s like something yawns open on the ground below and I just fall in. My whole body shakes and spasms, and I can feel Dom’s hand on my throat, Bruno holding me down, his fingers still inside me.
I’m still shaking when it subsides, but Bruno sits up. Dom pulls himself out of my mouth, and I lie there, gasping for air, feeling limp and blurry with the power of my orgasm.
Then Bruno pulls me up, onto the bed, and before I know it I’m on my hands and knees over him as he kisses me hard, then licks his fingers off.
“I missed eating you out like that,” he says, grinning. “You know I had my first wet dream in fifteen years, dreaming about burying my face in your pussy?”
I kiss him again, and he reaches up, tweaking my nipples.
“Good,” I say, half-moaning. “I really like it.”
There’s a weight on the bed behind me, and then hands slide up my thighs from the back. I gasp, arching my back, just as Dom’s tongue finds my wet, still-aching slit.