Royally Kidnapped by the Prince

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KENNEDY

A long growl escaped his throat. “Are you sure?”

“Please? I want you to mark me, fuck me, bite me, claim me. Whatever it pleases you.”

His eyes darkened even more to my plea. His nose flared. His jaw ticked before he clamped his mouth

into me, kissing me with lust, passion, and raw. Our tongues dueled.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as I guided his huge hard cock into my wet entrance. He was so

tense, his veins protruding on his neck. His muscles were taut. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Fuck!”

My breathing held. God, he was so huge, stretching me. I was so wet, but it still hurt. It burned. But it

felt it belonged to be there inside me.

“God.” He groaned against my ear, his breaths tickling me. Then he granted my wish—he fucked me.

Hard.

He thrust and thrust and thrust without mercy.

My breasts jiggled up and down.

My back scraped against the soft sheet.

My head hit the headboard.

I didn’t care if I got bruises after this as long as he fucked me. He filled me with his raging hard, huge

cock.

I felt every protruding vein inside me, his shaft, and then he was gone. I felt empty and cold all of a

sudden.

“I’m not done, Kennedy. On four.” He was shaking, but he managed to order. I was on four, bracing my

hand against the headboard. My body tensed as I sensed him, his shaft gliding against my ass.

“I haven’t tried anal.”

“I’m not gonna fuck you without your permission, darling. Relax. But this would be mine. Mine alone.”

He rubbed my back down to my spine before he squeezed my ass. “Gorgeous.”

Slowly, he entered my slit. Then he was back to ruthlessly fucking me hard. My breasts danced to his

thrust. Then he wrapped his arms around me, cupping my breasts before he lifted me. He was still full

inside me.

I felt full and stretched. I felt like that I would split in half. Every time Thayer thrust into me, he hit

something I never knew existed, making my head spin.

“Oh, god!” I threw my head back as I felt I was so close. “Yes!”

He pushed all the way in until he fully embedded me.

I’d been with plenty of men, but no one had ever fucked me this hard.

“Thayer, I’m close.” I moaned. My throat dried.

“I know. I can feel you, darling. I’m close too.”

He thrust harder, harder, faster, faster, letting go of my breasts. Instead, he pinched my clit, sending

sparks through my body.

“Thayer! God!” My climax caught me by surprise—exploded in my pussy, radiating and igniting

throughout my entire body, every cell coming to life.

“Kennedy. Darling.” He groaned against my ear. “Fuck!” He jerked, held me tight against him, breathing

rapidly. His sweat dripped down his face as he released inside me, thrust slowly, and emptied till its last

drop.

We remained in that position for I didn’t how long. Even if I felt I didn’t have bones in my body, Thayer

never let me go. He was still inside me. He then turned his face to kiss me on my cheek, the corner of

my lips. I turned to kiss him back. It was soft, gentle as if he was taking his time.

Meeting his tongue with my own, I moaned. He gave a gentle squeeze on my breast, still aching for his

previous suck, but every pinch he did, sent pleasure and ache between my thighs.

I turned around, setting free his cock, but he was hard again. I straddle to his lap, and he welcomed

me, wrapping his arms around me. I continued to kiss him again, moving my hips slowly. I was aching

again and wet. And he knew exactly what I wanted.

“Take me as you want, darling.”

I guided his hard cock into me, sliding slowly until I felt I met my clit on his base.

He felt so good.

I bit my bottom lip.

He met me in the middle, thrusting into me. I moved my hips in rhythm.

He pressed his thumb against my clit, moving circles. “Come for me, Kennedy. I’m close.”

I could feel it.

I pushed him, and he fell to the bed.

I rode him, hard and fast.

I threw my head back.

I was so closed.

I could feel it.

When he pinched my nipples, my whole body clenched, every cell in my body burning. I flew high,

soaring up the stars. My orgasm kept coming, rippling through me in rapturous bliss.

“God!”

***

I might have fallen asleep. The last thing I remembered was Thayer pulling me into his arms, running

his fingers on my arm.

My body was sore everywhere—well-fucked, well-taken care of.

“Madam, are you awake now?”

My heart was in my throat. I quickly covered myself with the blanket, even if I was already covered with

a sheet. “How did you get in here?

“I am your humble aid. Anything you need, you can ask from me.” Humble aid? We were just the same

age. She was wearing a decent black blouse and pants. She tied her hair in a neat bun. “My name is

Arina.”

“Where’s Thayer?”

“Your—I mean, Sir Thayer is down in the library. He assigned me to be with you.”

“I think I can take care of myself. Thank you.”

“I prepared the tub for your bath.”

“I don’t need someone to bath me.”

“But, madam. I was given perfect instructions. And Sir Thayer gave me heads up that you might resist.”

“Really?” I rose my brow.

“Yes, madam.”

“Well then. Let us see.” I dragged myself out of bed. I let go of a long groan.

“You could use a warm bath with fresh picks rose petals. It soothed your sore muscles. And rose petals

are perfect for your porcelain skin. Long travel is very exhausting, madam.” She offered me a pink satin

robe.

“Fine. Because you’re kind to me, and it’s rude to decline.”

“Thank you for making my job easy. Would you like wine or Champagne?”

My eyes nearly popped out. Okay, this isn’t so bad. “Red, please?”

“Let me take off your robe and get in the bathtub, please?”

I stared at the elegant ornate bathtub. “Wow.”

Arina left. I soaked myself in warm water. The smell of rose petals was so relaxing. I shut my eyes

closed. My breathing became even until footsteps interrupted me.

I strolled my gaze from the fluffy sleeper to the rugged jeans up to the gray shirt and to the man who

left me alone in bed.

“Did you rest okay?”

“You left.” I relaxed back into the water and closed my eyes.

“I did not leave you. I went down to study.” I could sense and smell how close he was now. He then

planted a kiss on my lips. “You slept soundly. I have no plan on interrupting you. You need it after your

flight and three orgasms.”

“Bragging much?” I rolled my eyes.

“I plan on giving you more. A lot.”

“Promises. Promises.”

“S-sir Thayer.” My gaze diverted to Arina, almost shaking. “My apology. I didn’t notice you’re here.”

Arina dropped her gaze, carrying a tray.

“It’s alright. Is that for your madam?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Give it to me. Bring some light meals for her. No soya and peanuts.”

“Of course, sir. Anything else?”

“That would be all. Leave it on the table.”

Arina left quickly. Thayer sat on the edge of the tub.

“Why is she so scared of you?”

“She’s not scared. They are carefully selected and trained for their job. They’re well paid.”

“And she calls me madam.” I chuckled. “It sounds ridiculous.”

“Would you rather they address you as Lady?”

I rolled my eyes. “Wanna join me in?”

“Tempting, darling, but I have to feed you.”

“I can take care of myself.” I shut my eyes closed again, inhaling the scent of roses.

“If we are together, I will take care of you. Please, don’t deny me.”

I opened an eye. “Why are you so kind and thoughtful?”

“I care for you. You’re special to me, Kennedy. You deserve to be treated just as how beautiful you are.”

“You’re gorgeous, magnificent. There’s nothing ugly about you. Even if I tried to search for a single flaw.

I couldn’t find anything.”

He chuckled. A smile curved up his lips. “You’re exaggerating it, darling.”

“And I’m scared, Thayer.” There you go again—these stupid emotions.

His brows met with worry. “Of what?”

“That one day I wake up, this is just a dream.”

“Hey.” He slid down, held my chin, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. “Does this feel like a dream to

you?”

I held his hand and placed it against my cheek. “You know what I mean.”

“We just made a promise. And you made a deal with me. You’re not going to break it, Kennedy.”

“Like a deal with the devil? You’re just too good to be true.”

“I’m just an ordinary guy—”

“No way you will quote The Pretty Woman on me.” I hit his arm.

“What’s The Pretty Woman?”

“You don’t know The Pretty Woman? How about Julia Roberts?”

“I know Julia Roberts.”

“Well, there’s this rich guy who hired a prostitute to be his girlfriend. And then he falls in love with her.”

“So what?”

“Ugh. You’re impossible.” I sipped my wine. “You’re not tempted to join me?” I arched a brow.

“I am, darling. With those tits calling me? I’m having a raging hard-on right now.”