Royally Kidnapped by the Prince novel Chapter 33

THAYER

Fuck.

My cock was harder than a rock. I felt it might break as it strained in my pants. 

I wanted to thrust into her ass while her inner walls clamped around my fingers, her juice dripping down my hand. Then my mouth sucked that nipple poking against the thin fabric of her dress. Her soft whimper echoed as she danced into the rhythm of the thrust of my cock on her ass, fingers in her slick pussy as she came around me. Then her body invigorated in satiety.

I wanted her—always had been like I never wanted anyone in my life. She was my addiction and my salvation.

I hadn’t kissed her yet, but my hard-on was going to break, and I was going to come in seconds if she wouldn’t stop grinding her sweet ass into me. 

She’s a seductress and a fucking tease.

Then the torture she’d been doing had been to test me if I fucked those stage actresses Carlott hired because I swore to her.

We might have fallen asleep in the same position. Her head rested on my arm. I slowly slipped off of her and positioned her so that she could sleep comfortably. As much as I’d like to cuddle her all day, I knew she would not run away from me again.

I called Marko from the study.

“They found the rare color in South Africa just like you asked. It has flawless clarity. They will personality deliver it to you once it’s ready within three days, Your Highness.”

“Great. Thanks for the update.”

“My pleasure, Your Highness. Is there anything I can do?”

“Can you free my schedule tomorrow? And call Ash to check the chopper. I’d like to take Kennedy to Guardion.”

“Consider it done, Your Highness. Enjoy your trip.” 

I left the study and bumped into my sister, climbing upstairs. “She’s sleeping.”

She paused and turned to me. “I just talked to her less than a minute ago. She’s not. Don’t keep her away from me. And she’s gonna come with me for the feeding program.”

“You are just telling me now? You’re supposed to inform me first before you ask her.”

She smiled. Mischief glinted in her eyes. “So you and Kennedy are back together, huh? Happy for you, brother.”

“We are and been together, silly.” I ruffled her hair as I walked past her.

“Don’t do that. I just had my collagen treatment today.”

“You don’t have to put everything because they told you it’s good for your hair.”

“I know that, but that’s purely organic.”

“Whatever, sis. Don’t stay here long. She needs to rest. I have plans for us tomorrow.” I knocked on Kennedy’s door. She said to come in later on.

“Wow! Good boy, puppy.” She tiptoed to pat my head like I was a dog. “I’ll give your treat, I promise.” 

“Could you behave like a princess for just a sec?” Kennedy was indeed awake. She was able to change her clothes to cute pants and a sleeveless shirt outfit. She looked very American. 

“You’re no fun. Hey,” my sister greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. They both settled on the lounge chairs at the corner. “So, you two are okay now?”

“Just say why are you here, sister.”

“Ignore him.” Kennedy waved off her hand. “And I told him that I’m coming with you on Wednesday.”

“You don’t need his permission.”

I settled on the armchair, joining Kennedy. “It’s not permission. It’s communication. And I’m gonna tell her about my schedules, but I don’t wanna bore her. Now, why are you here, Carlott?”

“Come on, Thayer. I drove all the way here. Can I have a few minutes with Kennedy? I promise I’m not gonna make out with her?”

Wrinkling my nose, I stared at her incredulously. Her and Kennedy, making out? I shook that image out of my head. Fuck no. 

I kissed the top of Kennedy’s head, shooting my sister a warning before I stood up. Kennedy held my hand, squeezing it. When I looked down at her, she was smiling at me. Damn, if it didn't feel good.

“I’ll be in the study.”

***

It had been an hour. My sister was still with Kennedy. I didn’t know what else they’d been talking about. I tried to focus on something else. So I made a call to Aunt Alessia, asking about my grandfather. She said that according to the EEG, there were some changes in his brain activity. At last, some good news. Thank God.

My stomach suddenly grumbled. I was sure Kennedy might be hungry as well. I called the kitchen to prepare us an American meal.