Royal Rock:A Bad Boy Royal Romance(6)

"It's beautiful out here," she said, walking toward me.

Instantly my heart started beating harder in my chest. The girl was  absolutely gorgeous, with long beautiful legs and a body that I needed  to feel underneath me. Every inch of her skin screamed to be touched and  fucked, especially those lips.

"I come out here sometimes," I said, turning back toward the city. "I like to look out over Stehen and think about my duties."

"What are your duties?" she asked, coming up next to me at the balcony.

"Truthfully, not as many as you'd think. I may be the king, but it's  still the twenty-first century. I'm not some absolute dictator."

"Sounds really difficult," she said, sarcastic.

I laughed. "I guess you wouldn't understand."

"You're right. I'm just a regular peasant."

"True. A regular peasant, but a beautiful one and with good ancestry."

"You're so flattering." She rolled her eyes at me.

I laughed again, smirking at her. "What do you think of all this so far?"

"It's nice," she admitted. "Starkland is a beautiful country."

"It is," I agreed. "I love it."

"I can see why. I mean, some of this stuff is nicer than America."







"I take pride in trying to keep the country modern."

"But it's the ancient stuff that makes it so gorgeous, you know?"

I nodded. "I couldn't agree more, which is actually why I wanted to speak with you."

"You want to talk about architecture with me?"

I shook my head. "No. Not exactly. I wanted to talk about you."

"I think you've done enough of that already," she said.

"Maybe. Do you know why you're here, Bryce?"

"I assumed it was because you guys wanted a little photo op with my  father. It's good PR to have the old royal family make nice with the  current one, right?"

I grinned hugely, really enjoying how quickly she had grasped that  concept. Bryce was clearly a very intelligent girl, not to mention  gorgeous and fiery. I found myself wanting to press her against the  railing, slide my hands up along her legs, and feel exactly how soaking  wet she was. I didn't care who saw us.

"That's right," I said instead, "but it's not the whole story."

"Well, go ahead and tell me. I have nothing else to do."

"Truth is, Bryce, I need an heir. In a monarchy, especially in a  Starklandian monarchy, royal boy children are the most important thing.  Since I'm without children, I need to make some, and quick."

She raised an eyebrow. "What are you saying?"

"My advisors believe you'd be the perfect match," I said. "You're  American and foreign, but you have royal blood in your veins. They think  that if we got married, you could give me sons and strengthen my  legitimacy."

She gaped at me. "That's what this is about?"

"That's right," I said. "My advisors want you to marry me. And I want to  fuck that perfect, soaking pussy of yours and put my child inside you."

She stepped away from me, her eyes wide. "We barely know each other."

"True," I said, agreeing. "We have two weeks to fix that, though."

"This is crazy," she said softly.

"Relax," I said, laughing. "Nobody is forcing you into anything. I swear  that no matter what, this will be your choice. But you should think  about it. There are perks to being the queen of Starkland."

She shook her head slowly. "I don't want to be queen of anything."

"Maybe not, but you do want to feel me between your legs. I can see it  in your eyes." I stepped toward her, smirking at her, my heart racing.  "I know you want to taste my cock, feel my hands slap your ass as I fuck  you until you come."

"No," she said softly. "You're just a crude asshole."

"Maybe, but I'm a crude asshole king. I can give you things you can only dream about."

"I don't want anything from you."

"Not yet you don't."

"Not ever. No way." She turned back toward the castle. "Take me back to my room."

"If that's what you want." I followed her inside and nodded at my  guards. "They'll take you back. I need to return to the banquet."

She followed Al for a few steps before stopping and looking back at me.  There was something wild and intense in her gaze, something I couldn't  exactly read. She shook her head and then turned away and was gone.

That last look sent shivers down my spine. I didn't know what it meant,  and I was very good at reading people. One second the girl seemed to  despise me, and the next I could see true passion in her eyes.

It was beyond exciting. I'd never met a woman like her who didn't  instantly throw herself at me. There were millions of women in Starkland  who would do anything to be my queen.

But not Bryce Koch. She was just some foreign American girl of no real  consequence, and yet I wanted her more than I could explain.

Maybe it was madness, or maybe there was something else. Either way, I  was going to have her. By the end of this trip, Bryce was going to beg  to be my queen, and once she finally did, I'd give her exactly what she  wanted.





BRYCE





There was no way I was becoming some breeder for this royal asshole.

There was just no way. I didn't come out to Starkland just to become  Trip's wife or whatever he wanted. That was just absolutely insane.

We didn't know each other. Sure, he didn't actually say that it was his  idea, but he also wasn't acting as if the whole thing was crazy.

It was crazy, though. Absolutely, definitely, totally insane.

As I sat down on my enormous bed, I was so furious and humiliated. That  was why there were so many important people invited to that dinner. They  all wanted to get a glimpse at the foreigner who might become the new  queen of Starkland.







And I was betting that everyone knew but me. Everyone in that room had  been talking and looking at me because everyone knew why I was really  there. Meanwhile, I'd been sitting at that table like an idiot, totally  unaware of what was happening around me.

Trip wanted to marry me. More than that, he wanted to get me pregnant. I  pictured him pressing his hard, muscular body against mine, his lips  grazing my neck as he pressed my hands behind my back. Trip would take  me however he wanted, because that was the kind of man Trip was.

I shook my head, dispelling that thought. It wasn't the time to  fantasize about the king. I was angry, not excited, although my wet  underwear begged to differ.

I clenched my jaw and got changed out of my dress. The only thing I  wanted was to get out of Starkland as fast as possible. I wanted to get  on the first flight home and never, ever think about Trip, the king who  wanted to knock me up and lock me away in some tower.

Once I was changed, I flopped down on my bed and resumed my internet  research. I went through page after page about Trip, most of it in  Starklandian and a lot of it poorly translated. I cobbled together as  much information about him as I could, but none of it gave me a clearer  picture.

He was a player and a bad boy. He had also served time in the military  and apparently had seen real fighting. According to one article, he had  been awarded one of Starkland's most prestigious medals for bravery when  he saved his entire platoon. I tried to figure out if that was real or  just some crap made up by the royal publicist, but there was no more  information out there about it.

I fell deep down the Trip rabbit hole. Page after page of his boyish,  smiling eyes, his shadowy stubble, his perfect jaw, his dark hair. Page  after page of him shirtless by the pool, dark tattoos covering his body.

Until finally someone knocked on my door.

I sat up, quickly shutting the laptop's lid. "Who's there?" I called out.

"It's me."

Lucy. I got out of bed and opened the door. She was still wearing her  evening clothes, and I guessed they were just getting back.

"Where did you go?" she asked me. "People were wondering. King Christophe covered for you, but I wasn't buying it."

I clenched my jaw. "I had to get out of there."

"Why?" She stepped into my room and shut the door. "It was extremely  rude of you. First you slap the man, and then you leave his party out of  nowhere." She shook her head with disappointment.

"Do you know why we're here?" I asked her.

The pause and the look on her face told me everything. "What do you mean?" she asked, trying to cover herself.

"Don't lie to me," I said to her slowly. "I can tell you know something. Trip told me. That's why I left."

She sighed. "They told us earlier, after we left you in your room."

"Dad knows too?"

"Yes, he does."

I was absolutely furious. "And you two let me go to that dinner?"

"We didn't see the harm. If you didn't know, what did it matter?"

"They were all staring at me like I was a piece of meat," I said, angry beyond words. "Hell, to them I probably was."

"It's not like that," Lucy said. "Yes, they want you to marry him; and  yes, they want you to bear his children. But they're not monsters here,  Bryce. They'll treat you very, very well. You'll have influence, power."