Forbidden Princess (The Princess 4)

He pulls back, his breathing as heavy as mine. “We can’t do this here. I don’t like people seeing you like this.” His possessive words jolt me back to reality, and I remember where we are. I pull back a little, and Vlad’s hold tightens for a moment before he releases me. He’s giving me a warning. I better not run. I can’t believe I forgot we are in a room of people and I was openly kissing a man. A princess must never behave like that with any man who is not her husband. And even then, public displays of affection aren’t well looked upon.

I can see Vlad’s whole body tighten. He looks like he’s about to blow. He doesn’t like us hiding. He doesn’t like that for most of the day we’ve had to pretend we don’t belong to each other. Though I’m sure if people looked closely they could see it. His eyes always follow me, and he’s always calling me away to “help” with something, a.k.a. a make-out session in some closed off room. He’d pull me away, insisting he needed me, and I believed him. If I hadn’t given in with those stolen moments I think I would have been over his shoulder and out of here long ago.

I reach out and touch his arm, trying to get him under control. “Not here. This is my sister’s wedding.” He relaxes a little at my words and touch, but I can still see him fighting himself. I know he wants to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder. Even though I’ve only known him for a brief time, I already know that’s his go-to move to get me where he wants me. He simply picks me up and puts me there.

“You’ve had me chasing you all day.” I think there’s a hint of pout in his voice. “You’ve been walking around wearing that fucking dress you have on, which you’re going to pay for when we get home.”

“You like chasing me,” I say in a tease, seeing him calm down a little. My heart flutters at the word home. I love when he goes caveman on me, even though this isn’t the place or the time. Not tonight.

He grasps my hip. “I like catching you more.” The fingers on my hips flex and dig into me. “Your bag is already in my car. You’re coming home with me tonight.” A question isn’t being asked.

“I told you I would,” I sass back, and roll my eyes at him, making him smile. I love how easily our banter comes already. I’m so easy around him and feel more like myself than I ever have.

“I’m going to make it all come true,” he says, bringing me into him a little more, and I know what he’s talking about. Last night when we lay in bed, he asked me about my dreams. If I could pick my life, what would it be? In the dark it was easy to give life to what I wanted. I didn’t want to be a princess. I wanted to live in a home with a man I loved, who adored and loved me, too. I wanted to have a herd of children. “I’m going to give you everything you ever wanted, Tabitha, but you will always be a princess. Now you’ll only be my princess.”

I want that to be true, to only be his, but I know it is only a matter of time before people find out what we’ve been up to. We haven’t been careful. It’s hard to be when you’re in love. It’s impossible to feel this and not let it somehow show. I know someone is going to try to take my fairy tale, but I have a feeling my knight will never let that happen.

Chapter Six

Vlad

I don’t stop as I walk straight to my room and kick the door closed behind me. Tabitha giggles as I toss her on the bed. She sits up and watches me strip out of my clothes.

The drive back to the palace was quiet. It was just the two of us, but there was an energy in the car. It sizzled and sparked. We are both running high with need, and I’ve got tunnel vision on getting inside her. Maybe later I can show her the palace and show her where I live. But right now, the only thing that matters is how hard she wants me to fuck her.

I need to fuck her. It was driving me crazy all day that I couldn’t stake my claim on her publicly, but I have a feeling people knew. Whispers have started, and I know I’ll have to stamp out that shit soon.

“Take that dress off if you want to keep it. Otherwise, it’s about to get trashed,” I say, throwing my belt on the floor and unzipping my slacks.

She steps off the bed and turns, giving me her back. “Can you unzip it for me?” She peeks over her shoulder, and her eyes are smoldering with sex.

I reach out and unzip it and watch as she wiggles it down her waist and lets it pool at her feet. I growl at the sight of her in a lacy thong, and I need to mark her again.

Stalking up behind her, I push her down on the bed and knee her legs apart. I fist the scrap of material that’s running up her ass and give it a tug. Her panties disintegrate under my hand and she’s left completely bare, her round ass in the air. She lets out a moan. She likes to roll her eyes when I get like this, taking what I want, but we both know she loves it. I wonder if she knows she’s the only person who has ever made me feel this way. I’ve never felt so territorial in my life. She even tilts up more, trying to get closer to me.

“I’m not sure if you know this, but underwear doesn’t have to be ripped off to be removed.”

There’s heated sass in her voice, and I pop my hand across one round cheek for it.

“Oh!” she squeaks, and wiggles it for me.

I smack the other cheek and watch it shake as the pink print of my hand blossoms on it. “You keep that up and you won’t be able to sit for a week,” I warn, rubbing my cock along the soft wetness of her pussy. “Although I might still let you sit on my face. I can’t get enough of that little pussy of yours.”

She moans and pushes back against me again, silently begging for me to fuck her. I watch as my cock glistens with her honey, and a thick pearl of cum beads at the head.

“Spread your lips for me. I want what’s mine.”

She rests her chest on the bed in front of her and widens her legs. Then she reaches between her legs and uses her hand to spread her pussy lips.

I thrust hard into her tightness, and her greedy cunt pulls me in. Then I feel her fingers on my balls as I hold myself inside her and let her adjust to my size.

“Fuck. You’re going to make me go too soon,” I say through gritted teeth, and I feel her massage them again, trying to push me over the edge. God, I love this woman.

Reaching down, I grab her wrists and pull them away, pinning them down at her sides. I hold her there and start to thrust.

“You love pushing me to the edge, Princess. I can’t decide if you want a sore ass or if you want to see how far I will take you.”

She moans as I fuck her harder and deeper into the bed. Her upturned ass is taking all that I’m giving her and begging for more.