But oh how she welcomed this new experience.
No one had ever held her down and simply taken.
She lifted her hips to press against Akeen’s hardness, then turned her head and gave him better access to her throat. Goose bumps rose over her arms, and her scalp prickled as a rush of endorphins coursed through her. Each touch drove her wild and deepened the relentless throbbing between her thighs.
Outside the huge open window, the fireworks continued detonating in the brilliant starry sky. In between the blasts, the sound of nighttime insects entered with the cool breeze. Cora closed her eyes and soaked in this perfect moment. The longer Akeen kissed her neck, the more her imagination ran wild, with dreamy thoughts of falling head over heels for this handsome bastard prince and spending the rest of her life in the beautiful country of Ismallia, living out a fairytale.
Stop it. This is just one night.
She chided herself for thinking this night with Akeen might lead to more. Even if he was seriously into her, it wouldn’t be fair to him if she couldn’t give him her all. And she couldn’t. Not when her heart was so fragile with heartache. The initial heaviness of her despair over the relationship with Greg coming to an abrupt end had finally started to fade, but she wasn’t ready to date again and probably wouldn’t be for quite some time. Her trust had been shattered, and there were days she worried all men were scum. Logically, she realized there were still good guys out there.
Despite his bad boy persona, was Royal Advisor Akeen, formerly known as the Bastard Prince, actually a decent man?
But it didn’t matter. He could secretly be a saint and it wouldn’t matter. In five days, she was returning to America, and it would be a long time before she had enough money saved for a return visit to Ismallia.
Akeen’s lips left her neck. He released her wrists, sat back, and eyed her with a dark, animalistic look that spoke of all the dirty things he wanted to do to her. She shuddered with desire and instinctively parted her thighs, as he wasn’t putting his full weight on her. His nostrils flared and he didn’t break her gaze as he started unfastening his tie. He tossed it to the floor and shrugged off his suit jacket. Next, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his waistband, but didn’t remove it entirely.
Holy Batman muscles. Her stare dropped to his chiseled, tattooed covered chest. She had no trouble believing he’d thwarted an attempt on the king’s life. Power exuded from Akeen when he was fully dressed, but when partially unclothed, he was truly a force of nature. An inked Greek god among men.
“Like something you see, Cora?”
Heat seared her cheeks and her eyes danced around the room for a long moment, glancing everywhere but at him, before finally returning to his gaze. Her lust-addled brain couldn’t come up with a fitting retort, so she settled on shooting him a dirty look—which, of course, only earned her another one of his cocky smirks.
A thought struck her, making her flush hotter—a man that self-assured probably had a sizeable cock. She gulped past the dryness in her throat and tried to think of something else, anything else, but her eyes nevertheless lowered to his impressive bulge.
Well, hello there.
It appeared he might bust out of his trousers at any second, the material was seriously straining over his increasing hardness.
“Again, like something you see?”
Damn his smug face. Since she didn’t have a witty comeback, she decided on shocking him into silence. Batting her eyelashes, she gave him a seductive look and pushed the thin straps of her gown over her shoulders.
With another flutter of her lashes, she pushed the top of her dress down to reveal the fullness of her breasts. The stiff bodice of the gown pushed her tits up, making them appear larger.
As controlled as Akeen was, the expression of shock only played across his face for a split second before he once again took on the appearance of a serious, confident man who was about to get what he wanted—her.
“You’re being quite the little flirt.” He rose from the bed and grasped the skirts of her gown. “Lift your hips and let me pull this the rest of the way off.”
Her heart skittered with a quick surge of nerves, but Cora obeyed, lifting her hips while he pulled the fabric down. That is, until the tight bodice became stuck around her hips. She flushed and felt like an idiot. The damn dress had ties in the back, and Malia had sent a servant to assist Cora in lacing it up. She wiggled again but to no avail.
Akeen’s lips quirked with humor, but she didn’t think he was laughing at her.
She sighed deeply, rolled onto her stomach, and peered over her shoulder at him. “I assume you’re familiar with these kinds of fastenings? Seems all the Ismallian formalwear for women have these bodices that tie in the back. You rarely see dresses like this in America. Most of the time, it’s zippers or carefully hidden buttons,” she rambled.
With deft movements, Akeen had the bodice loosened in moments. She tried to turn back over, but he stilled her movements and began pulling the dress off her. Heat rushed to her face again, knowing the first thing he would see was her bare ass. All her panties had been packed in the missing suitcase, and rather than go out and buy new ones, she had decided to just go commando for a few days.
“Naughty, naughty Cora,” Akeen said in a faux scolding tone. “Do you know what happens to young ladies who don’t wear panties in Ismallia?”
She tried to turn over, but he crawled partway atop her legs, forcing her to remain in place. He cupped her right ass cheek and squeezed, then gave the same treatment to the left one.
“What happens?” she asked with a laugh. “Do they get taken away and locked in the dungeon?”
He shifted forward and leaned down, hovering over her body while still cupping her ass. His lips grazed her ear. “They get spanked, and then they get fucked long and hard by the bastard prince.” He lifted his hand and brought it down with a light smack, and she giggled and squirmed while he gave her bottom about a dozen more spanks, each only hard enough to sting.
The slight pain wrought from his descending palm coalesced with her growing arousal, making her core throb more urgently by the second.
She was so, so wet, and aching to be claimed by Akeen.
