Prince Player(35)

Slowly, the party stops moving, and all eyes are locked on Nolan. He grins down at me and lowers his hands. He starts to speak in Polovian, but the gist is basically he’s thanking everyone for coming, or at least that’s what I think.

Then he mentions my name and holds out his hand. I take it and stand next to him. The whole room applauds.

“They’re cheering for you, princess,” he says. “Now here comes the part you’re going to love.”

Suddenly he reaches back and literally sweeps me off my feet. The crowd goes wild as he heaves me into his arms, carrying me without any issue at all. I wrap my arms around his neck, eyes wide.

“Warn me next time,” I hiss to him.

“More fun this way,” he says, laughing as he carries me across the room.

The men begin to chant something in Polovian, which I don’t understand. The women with ribbons tied to their arms remove the ribbons, ball them up, and throw them at us. Most of the ribbons drop harmlessly to the floor in cascades of blue velvet, but some of them land on my body, making the whole crowd cheer the women who threw the ribbons.

I’m laughing as we cross the room and finally make it out of the main banquet hall. Nolan puts me down on my feet and collects the ribbons that fell on my body.

“Good luck,” he says, handing them to me.

I take the ribbons from him. “What were they saying?” I ask.

He grins and takes my hand, dragging me back toward our room. He’s walking fast, so I have to hurry to keep up.

“They were chanting an old Polovian thing, something everyone does at every wedding,” he says.

“But what was it?”

We reach the door to our rooms and he pulls me against him. “You sure you want to know?”

“Yes,” I whisper back.

“They were telling me to bring you back to my room and fuck you until you’re pregnant.”

I stare up at him, my eyes wide. “Really?”

“Yes,” he says, and leans closer to me. “And I hate to disappoint the people.”

A thrill runs down my spine as he pulls me tighter against him and kisses me full and deep.





15





Nolan





I can’t control myself as I push into our room, Hazel right behind me. As soon as the door shuts, I turn and pin her against the wall, kissing her soft lips.

I’ve been patient, but after getting a taste of her pussy the other day, I’m out of patience. And besides, it’s tradition to fuck your wife on the first night. I need to consummate the marriage, after all.

I kiss her full and deep before biting her bottom lip. I reach around the back of her and start to unbutton her dress as she presses my jacket off. I let it slide onto the floor, kissing her deeply.

I get her dress unbuttoned and I tear it down the back the rest of the way. She gasps. “Nolan!”

“You’ll never wear it again,” I grunt. “We can get you a hundred more if you want.”

She sighs as I pull it off her. The dress slips off her perfect body and pools down at her feet, absolutely ruined.

I step back to look at her. She’s wearing a white bra, her breasts barely covered, and black panties. She blushes a little bit, her smooth, pale skin perfect. “What?” she asks.

“Just looking at my wife,” I say, stepping forward again. I grab her hair and tilt her head to the side.

“Is this part of the tradition?” she asks.

“This is a tradition as old as mankind,” I whisper as I kiss her neck. She pulls my hips against her. My cock is hard as fuck, pressing against my suit pants.

“Am I a real princess now?” she asks me.

“Not quite yet,” I say before gripping her hips and spinning her around. She gasps and puts her hands up against the flat wall as I slap her perky little ass. “You haven’t been initiated yet.”

“How do you initiate me?” she asks.

I grab her hair in my fist and pull her head back. She gasps as I slap her ass again, this time harder. I unclip her bra and let the strapless fabric fall to the ground on top of her dress.

I tease her nipples, loving how stiff they are already. I know she’s dripping wet, too, but I’ll get to that. I pull her hair and slap her ass again before teasing her nipples.

“You need a little punishment,” I say. “You’ve had it so easy.”

“Maybe I like it easy,” she says, looking over her shoulder, but I know that’s a lie. I slap her ass again and she moans, proving my point.

I take her by the hair and pull her over into the kitchen. At the counter, I bend her over and slide her panties down onto the ground. She steps out of them as I spread her legs wide. I press her down on the cool granite countertop, her hands gripping the other side, and I slap her ass hard before sliding my fingers along her slick pussy.