Royally Kidnapped by the Prince

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THAYER

Another successful engagement for today. Those little angels were breathtaking as I watched huge

grins on their faces before I waved goodbye.

As I climbed up the car, I felt empty again. I was supposed to be going home to the woman I loved

welcoming me with a tight hug and passionate kiss after a tiring day. Then we shared a delicious meal,

later on, we made love the whole night. But those were just but dreams.

The way she left me, she was giving me a hard time. And I knew she was doing it on purpose, but

damn, well, I deserved it. I still fucking hated the thought of heading out while things between us were

left unfixed.

Still, she was driving me insane every time my mind lingered on her sweet plump lips, her pert luscious

breasts, and those tiny buds begging to be suckled, and her moans as I tasted her sweet wet heat.

I closed my eyes when my cock started to strain in my pants.

“Any place you have in mind before we head home, Your Highness?”

“Home.”

“Home then.”

It wasn’t long we arrived at the manor. I instantly recognized my sister’s details. I wanted to squeeze

her into a hug right now to thank her for coming over to visit Kennedy. But that hug turned sour as she

was about to walk out of the door.

Then my woman just knew how to make an entrance, or rather, an exit. I was supposed to know what

she was doing or where she was planning to go, but I was surprised that none of the staff informed my

PA or Lud and Ash.

But damn it, if she wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous in her mini red dress. The cut was slow, her breasts

almost popped out, and still, it had a slit in the center. I would love to rip it off and watch her naked if it

was just the two of us, and there was no way she was going out with this skimpy dress.

I managed to call her name and made it not too evident that my voice just turned raspy. I was a little bit

enjoying checking out my woman and the surprised look on her face as our gazes locked, and that

anticipation and excitement didn’t go unnoticed as well. Then it just vanished into thin air.

“Where you two headed? Why wasn’t I aware of any of this?”

“Well, brother, now that you’re here and she’s not your prisoner, we’re leaving.” I could see the

disapproving glare coming from my sister.

“No,” Just a low rumble in my throat escaped, I replied tightly.

“And why not? It’s not that I need your permission to go out.” Kennedy crossed her arms below her

breasts, giving a glimpse of what was belong to me.

“Not in that dress.” My jaw ticked.

“What’s wrong with my dress?” She checked herself out.

“Darling, can we talk in private?” My eyes were pleading, even my voice.

“We talked.”

“Then stay stubborn, and you’re not going anywhere.” She couldn’t defy me. Not if she was in my

house. In my mind. In my heart. And the staff was listening. I would also look weak—not going to

happen—in my fucking lifetime. I walked past her. “Don’t let her go or start looking for a job.

“Thayer!” She called my name.

I was already grinning like an idiot. She was stomping behind me. The shoes she was wearing clumped

heavily against the floor.

As soon as we had a little privacy, I caged her against the wall. Her eyes widened.

“You won’t test me, Kennedy, and never defy me again.” I stared directly into her eyes—they darkened,

her pupils dilating—not because she was scared, but she felt me—I affected her. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Or what?”

“Don’t. You won’t like it.” Our noses were merely an inch apart. I felt the instant tingles prickling my

skin, tripping down my spine. I could feel her breathing against my face. And she looked hot when she

was tense, aware of what I was doing to her. As her chest heaved, I could see more of her globes in

my height.

“Oh, you’re gonna force yourself into me?”

“Oh, I would never do that. You know for a fact that that is not necessary, is it, darling? But what can I

do for you, you should be worried, or might enjoy a lot.” I leaned over, whispering, “I will make sure you

ache for me, every inch of you, you will beg me to touch you.” Her breathing turned into tiny rasps. Her

jugular quickened. “Your clit throb, your pussy drips wet, yet, you won't come because I won't let you.”

She breathed deeply and chuckled. “For a prince, you’re such a lewd.” She pushed me in the chest.

“Nice try, by the way.” She then flipped her hair and swayed her round ass as she walked away from

me as if nothing happened. My mouth hung open.

What just happened?

I couldn’t help but chuckle and shook my head in amusement. “Oh, you will, darling.”

“Dream on, Your Royal Assness.” She raised her hand, giving me her middle finger.

I laughed out loud as I followed her to the living room.

“Your Highness?” it was Ash, asking for my order.

I shook my head. “Let her go. She deserves to have fun.” I was still smiling when Ash gave me a weird

look. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“I can go with them,” Lud suggested.

“Go ahead. You know what to do. You can have you off tomorrow, but make sure that she won’t be out

of your sight. Don’t ever blink, Ludovic.”

“Got it, boss.”

I walked towards their car, knocking on the window. “Sis?”

The window rolled down. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect her with my life.” She rolled her eyes. “We’ll gonna be

missing the fun.”

“Darling?”

She looked at me with her eyes standing out with those glittery shadow thingy she put on. “Enjoy. Have

fun, but no boys.”

“Jeez. Go away, brother.”

***

“What took them so long?” I asked Ash, resting on the couch. His eyes closed, but I knew he was

awake.

“You asked the same thing less than twenty minutes ago. Lud hadn’t given any updates. Meaning

they’re fine."

“Go ahead and rest.”

He sat straight. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I can take care of myself. I’m going to my room, as well.”

He stood up and cracked his neck. “I don’t mean to be nosy. Why aren’t you sleeping in her bedroom?”

“The last thing she demanded before I left her room was not to see me again.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah.”

“She loves you. I know when I see one. She’s mad, yes, but I don’t believe even a little that she hates

you. Night, Your Highness.”

I went to my room and showered. I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Lud to report.

He replied.

Lud: Safe. Blue Jay is having fun. No boys.

T: Good.

I went to my bed. I suddenly felt alone and sad, but I was beyond exhausted. My lids felt heavy.

Kennedy’s body arched against mine, begged, and pled for more as I sucked an amount of her delicate

wet flesh into my mouth, her nipples in my fingers, rolling them.

She drew a long unsteady breath before a moan slipped her throat as I dragged my tongue from the

lower of her slit up to her clit.

“God, babe. More, please?” Her breathing caught. Her back arched again. This time, I withdrew my

hand and pressed my thumb against her pulsing clit as I glided my tongue in her hot and warm heat.

She tasted good, sweet, and addicting.

She moaned loudly in pleasure. Her hand was gripping my hair as she pushed my head down to her

pussy. I moved my thumb in circles. She was closed. Her inner muscles were clenching against my

tongue, her wetness dripping down my chin.

As soon as I sucked her, she came all over me.

I jolted awake. My boxers were wet.

Fuck. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had wet dreams until tonight. I checked the time on my

nightstand—it was five in the morning. I cleaned myself and changed my pajama pants.

I went out and crossed the room towards Kennedy’s. When I twisted the knob—it was locked. I pulled

out the key card and swiped it on the reader. Who cared if I broke my promise than not seeing her.

I entered her room and froze dead in my tracks. My heart nearly stopped. My cock instantly strained in

my pants. Was she trying to kill me with a hard-on?

She laid naked—not a thing covering her body. Her skin looked so supple, glowing against the lamp on

the nightstand. Her hair splayed all over the pillow as if I just fucked her—she changed her hair color,

though. I didn’t notice it earlier tonight. Still, it was perfect on her.

Her breasts. Damn it. My skin tingled everywhere. Those nipples pushed taut and hard. And then her

pussy, her dark pink folds. I found my hand gripping my cock as it grew hard in my pants.

I couldn’t look away.

It took every ounce of self-control not to spread her thighs wide and thrust my hard cock into her slick

heat, demanding until she writhed underneath, begging to make her come.

“What should I do to you now, Kennedy?” I released my hand and drew a deep breath. I walked

towards her bed and took the blanket to cover her. Then someone dropped on her bed—a vibrator.

“Fuck.” My anger boiled and rushed up to my head. “Damn it, Kennedy. All you have to do is tell me. I

can do better than this fucking thing.”

“I’m cold.” She blindly grabbed the blanket, covering her naked body.

Did she hear what I said?