Prince Albert(94)

“Do you like this, Belle?” he asks. “Do you like giving yourself totally to me?”

“Oh fuck,” I moan as he settles fully inside me, holding my hips tightly against him. I can feel his heavy balls pressed against me, and he’s pressed against me so hard that it holds the dildo in place, pushing it deep inside me.

“That’s right,” he says, his voice gravely. “You’re mine, Belle. All of you belongs to me, my love.”

I stroke my clit as he begins to move inside me, slowly and gently, taking his time with my ass, his hands gripping my waist as he holds me against him. The dildo slides in and out of me with every thrust of his into my ass, building up a steady rhythm as I adjust to him.

It seems like he fucks me forever. I whimper, asking him if I can come, barely able to hang onto my sanity as he takes me in every way.

“I’ll tell you when you can come, luv,” he whispers. “Not yet.”

Not yet.

Even when I’m on the edge, every cell in my body screaming for release. Even when I stroke my clit more furiously, knowing that I’m only bringing myself closer to the edge but denying myself the pleasure of crashing over it. Even as he talks to me, telling me how tight I am, how I squeeze his cock so very well.

Even when I feel tears rolling down my cheeks, frustration at being so close. “Please, Albie,” I whine. “Make me come. I’m begging.”

Then Albie cries out, without his usual warning, without the “come for me” I’m waiting for. He utters a long, loud, guttural cry from deep in his throat as he thrusts deeply into my waiting ass, his cock throbbing.

Knowing he’s coming pushes me over the edge. I don’t hold back, and I don’t try to be quiet. I cry out his name as I come, wave after wave of sweet release washing over me, obliterating my awareness of anything else in the world.

I’m not sure how long it is before either of us speak. I think I might have lost my ability to articulate anything. When I unclench my eyes, my pussy still throbbing. Albie is still inside me, holding me tightly against him. He reaches for me, drawing me up until my back is flush against his chest and wrapping his arms around me. He nuzzles my neck with his lips pressed against my skin. “God, I love you.”

I breathe in deeply, settling against him where I belong. “I love you too, Albie.”





CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Belle



It’s been two days since everything happened. We made it two days in the hotel room in Budapest before King Leopold had Royal Intelligence round up all of us and escort us directly to the palace.

Albie and I got a royal ass-chewing from his father. His father was more concerned with the fact that we ran off to Budapest accompanied by our bodyguards than with the fact that Albie and I were together. The royal PR team was more concerned with the fact that we basically issued a public statement un-vetted by anyone.

In the past two days, videos of Albie and I at the restaurant have gone viral. One of them was viewed over eight million times.

The cat is officially out of the bag.

We’re supposed to do an interview on a television show tomorrow. And I should be terrified. The old Belle would be anxious and afraid. Except that I’m not. The way Albie stood in front of everyone that night, holding my hand as he told people how he felt about me – unrehearsed and speaking from the heart – gave me a confidence in us I didn’t know I could have.

And it turns out that the video struck a chord with people. Most of the public response has been positive.

My mother’s response, on the other hand…

She stands in my room now with her arms crossed over her chest, waiting for my explanation.

But I’m not going to give her one.

This time, I’m standing up to her.

“This is going to happen, whether you like it or not,” I say, watching her expression harden. “And the thing is, it’s not that big of a deal after all. Ask your PR team. People just aren’t as scandalized as you think. I’m sorry about the timing. I’m sorry this happened before your wedding. But you brought that part on yourself.”

Her jaw drops. “Isabella Kensington, how dare you suggest that I had anything to do with you and that boy sneaking around –“

Suddenly Albie is that boy.

“You invited Derek to the charity event!” I say, my voice rising. I’ve never dared to yell at her before, but suddenly I’ve found my voice. “You tried to get me to take back my cheating dirtbag ex-fiancé, but you balk at the idea of Albie and I – a man who loves me, completely and entirely – being together?”

“It’s unseemly,” she says.