“It’s about the roads in Rykhauver…” I launched into my presentation, ignoring Andreas’s smirk. I hated that he was there, but he was still “shadowing” Erhall, and since he was second in line to the throne, no one objected to him joining the meetings.
It didn’t matter. He would never be King, not if I had anything to say about it—and, as crown princess, I had plenty to say.
“I’ll look into the issue,” Erhall said. Code for I’m going to pretend this conversation never happened after I leave this room. “Now, Your Majesty, about the tax reform…”
Edvard cast a sympathetic glance in my direction. He refrained from fighting my battles for me because it wouldn’t look good if I ran to him for help every time Erhall was a jerk, but I—
Oh God. I nearly jumped out of my seat.
Erhall paused and gave me a strange look before resuming his speech.
I pressed my thighs together beneath the table as the silent but powerful vibrations resumed between my legs.
I’m going to kill him.
Rhys had ordered me to wear a vibrator all day and I, like an idiot, had agreed. It’d sounded hot, and Rhys had a minute-by-minute breakdown of my day. He’d kept the vibrator off during my meetings, so why—
My eyes fell on the grandfather clock in the corner.
Dammit. We were running over. Fifteen minutes over, to be exact. Rhys probably thought I was out by now.
A bead of sweat formed on my forehead as I tried not to moan, squirm, or do anything that might give me away.
“Are you alright? You look…flushed.” Andreas raised his eyebrows, his eyes sharp as he stared at me.
“Yes.” I forced a smile. “Perfectly all right.”
“You don’t look so well,” Edvard said, sounding concerned.
Dear God, every minute they spent asking about me was another minute the meeting dragged on. It needed to end, soon, before I came in the middle of a discussion about freaking tax legislation.
“It’s just a little hot in here. Please, don’t stop on my account,” I managed.
The vibrations ratcheted up a notch, and my nails dug into my skin so hard it left little grooves in my palms.
Edvard looked unconvinced, but he and Erhall resumed their conversation while Andreas watched me with narrowed eyes.
Normally, I would give him an icy stare right back, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything except the throbbing of my clit and the rasp of my nipples against my bra.
Thankfully, the meeting ended soon after. I bid Edvard a hasty goodbye, gave Erhall a curt nod, and ignored Andreas completely before exiting as normally as I could. I didn’t want to raise their suspicions any further by running from the room, even if I was a hair’s breadth away from orgasming.
The instant I was in the hall, the vibrations ceased.
Of course they did.
I smoothed a hand over the front of my skirt and managed to walk semi-normally to my office, where Rhys waited for me.
My heart leaped when I saw him leaning against my desk. Eyes dark, arms crossed over his chest, his pose casual and arrogant.
“That was cruel.” I pinned him with a stern stare even as my clit throbbed again—not from the vibrator, but from the sight of him. The stubble, the tattoos, the way he looked at me like I was the only person in the world…Stop. Focus. “I was in a meeting.”
“It was supposed to end half an hour ago.”
“It ran over.”
“Clearly.” Rhys’s eyes lit up with a wicked gleam. “Come here, princess.”
I shook my head, even though I was so turned on the faintest gust of air against my skin caused my breath to quicken. It was the principle of the matter. “No.”
“That wasn’t a request.”
My nipples hardened into aching points at his authoritative tone, and I folded my arms over my chest to hide them. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Come. Here.” His voice dropped to a dangerously soft decibel. “Before I bend you over my lap and spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for days.”
My core clenched at the mental image, and I almost refused so he could do exactly that. But after hours of teasing, I couldn’t wait anymore, and I walked forward on shaky legs until I stood in front of him.
“There. That wasn’t so hard.” Rhys grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him. “Remember. In public, you’re my princess, but in private, you’re my whore.” His other hand reached down and pinched my swollen clit until I squealed, and the beginning tremors of an orgasm rocked through me. “You’ll do what I say, when I say it, and you’ll take my cock however I want. Won’t you?”
Oh God. Another rush of moisture flooded between my legs.
“Yes,” I breathed.
The word hadn’t fully left my mouth before he swallowed it with a hard, knee-buckling kiss, and any vestiges of resistance crumbled.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, reveling in the taste and feel of him. We’d been insatiable since the night in the gazebo, and I still couldn’t get enough.
The sneaking around, the late-night trysts and loaded glances in rooms full of people…it could all crash down around us at any second. But for once in my life, I didn’t care.
I’d never felt more alive.
“How was your day, sweetheart?” Rhys breathed against my lips, his tone gentling from moments ago.
“Good. Frustrating,” I said pointedly before I, too, softened my voice. “I missed you.”
I hadn’t seen him since breakfast.
His eyes crinkled into a beautiful smile, and my heart soared so high I thought I might float off the ground.
If I could have any three things in the world, it would be world peace, my parents back, and Rhys’s smiles forever.
“I missed you too.” He gave me a softer, lingering kiss before he slid his hand up my inner thigh again and a low groan escaped his throat. “You are soaked.” His tone returned to the hard, commanding one I was used to. “Bend over and lift your skirt.”
I obeyed, the prospect of having him inside me soon making my fingers shake as I bent over the desk and yanked my skirt over my hips.
“Take off your underwear.”
I slipped my hand into the waistband of my panties and shimmied them down until they pooled around my ankles.
Heat rose on my cheeks when I realized Rhys now had an unimpeded view of my vibrator and the mess it’d left behind—my panties completely drenched, my thighs slick with my juices.
Still, I was turned on enough to brush past my embarrassment.
I gripped the edge of the desk, my body taut with anticipation, but there was only silence. No words, no touch.
I twisted my head in confusion.
Rhys stood behind me, his eyes ravenous as he soaked me in. Between his hungry stare and my current position, I felt like a sacrificial lamb waiting for a lion to pounce and devour me.
“Spread your legs wider. Let me see that pretty pussy dripping for me.”
Heat scalded me from head to toe, but I did as he asked.
“So beautiful.” He palmed my ass with both hands and squeezed. “What would the good citizens of Eldorra say if they could see you now, hmm? Their prim and proper princess bent over and spread wide, waiting for a hard cock to fuck her.”