Prince Piercing(5)

I quickly left and went to hide in the room they'd given me, and took a long, hot shower. No matter how much soap I used, I couldn't get his scent off me, or make my body forget his touch. I couldn't stop picturing his large cock rubbing against me, all over my body and I ended up sitting in the shower and burying my hands in my face. I started to laugh.

I think I hated him. He was right; I was the kind of girl that would now fantasize about his cock rubbing between my breasts, tasting him with my mouth. Good girls weren't supposed to behave like this, and it was my dirty little secret.

I didn't want to be a good girl. I liked being a bad, bad girl. The kind of girl that got tied up and spanked and every hole used. The kind who wanted him to cum on my chest and face, and the kind of girl who wanted to walk around with no panties on and tell him so he could fantasize about it when he was stuck unable to touch me right then and would just have to think about how hot and wet I probably was.

I hated him. I had fought these urges my entire life, and he brought them out in me in a way that once the lid was off the jar, I wasn't sure if I could force the contents back in.

I was totally screwed.





Chapter 4


I had managed to avoid Rupert for the rest of the weekend. My mother finally arrived to get ready for the wedding, and I was stuck here in their mansion waiting for the wedding to be over. She'd asked me to think about staying.

I don't know how that would be possible if I was going to avoid Rupert. He seemed to be amused at my trying to avoid him. If I saw him coming, I turned and went the other direction, I tried never to be alone with him in the same room and I admit that I'd even hid behind my mother enough that she was starting to get fed up with me.

"Lara, I don't know what's going on between you and Rupert, but you're acting like a jumpy deer. You're both adults, go work it out. I have other things to do besides worrying about you." She finally told me exasperated. The wedding was this afternoon and she was busy sitting on a stool while the makeup artist and hair dresser were preparing her for the wedding. She looked beautiful and I felt guilty that I was stressing her out just to avoid a man.

"I'm sorry Mum, I'll just go get ready and I'll see you in a couple hours." I told her and kissed her cheek. "You look beautiful by the way."


"Thank you, now go before you make me cry and ruin the makeup Maria is doing and make her have to start over." My mother told me and gave my hand a little squeeze before ignoring me to focus on the rest of her day.

Soon, I'd be a Princess. You'd think that would be every girl's fantasy, but for me, it was almost a nightmare. When my mother walked down that aisle, it would make Rupert my step brother. He'd be completely off limits, though I know my mother told me I could have him if I wanted him. She was old fashioned in some ways, she believed love could conquer all social gossip, but I wasn't so sure, and since it didn't just effect me, it also affected her and the King, I was hesitant to take the risk.

Walking down the hall to my room, I found Rupert waiting for me after I shut the door and turned around to see him. He pounced before I could leave the room and escape.

He pinned me to the wall with his body and kissed me. I kissed him back before I could stop him and then after a moment, I pushed him away, breathing hard. I couldn't go there.

"Stop this Rupert. We had our little fantasy afternoon, and now it's time to grow up and move on. Our parents are getting married in just a few hours, we will be brother and sister, and we have to stop this." I told him, turning my head away from him, trying to be brave and firm. He made me want to lick him from head to toe like a damn Popsicle and maybe if I avoided staring at him, the feeling would go away.

"Lara, if you haven't figured it out by now, then I guess I need to spell it out for you. I'm not going to leave you alone. If you go back to England, I will follow you. I'll find every excuse in the book to be close to you and until you admit you love me, I'm not leaving you alone." Rupert told me, wrapping strands of my hair around his fingers.

Whipping my head around to look at him, I felt my jaw drop open. "Love? What does love have to do with sex?"

"Do you really think this is just about sex?" Rupert sighed, seemed exasperated by me. "Of all the girls in this world, do you really think I'd chase after my soon to be step sister unless it was more than just sex?"

"I don't know. You've got a bit of a reputation as a womanizer." I admitted and shrugged at him. Love, it never dawned on me that the feelings between us, the attraction, could be more than just lust. I'd gotten to know him and he didn't chase after anything in a skirt that I could tell. Just me. In a skirt. Or jeans.

"Do you believe everything you read in tabloids?" He asked me quietly.

I shook my head no and realized he was right, I hadn't seen any of the signs that the tabloids had exclaimed about who he was. I, of all people, should know better than to believe idle gossip. Goodness knows I'd had my share about me when I was younger; it's what happened when you were almost royalty. And now, here I was actually about to be a Princess, falling in love with my step brother to be, and having broken almost every ethical code I thought I had when it came to sex and who I got involved with.

"Lara, I can see the little wheels in your brain turning and I don't like that expression on your face. Talk to me. Look at me. Face whatever this is between us with me. This is more than just sex, I know it, I think inside you somewhere, and you know it too." Rupert told me.