Royally Kidnapped by the Prince

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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.”

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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.

After the call, the door swung opened. My beautiful woman just walked in, wearing a smile on her face.

“You left.”

“Come here.” I gestured my hand, tapping my desk. “Hungry?”

She willingly sat on top of my desk. “Starving.”

“Good. I let the staff make us sandwiches.”

Her eyes slightly widened. “Sandwiches?”

“And pancakes.”

“Pancakes?” she repeated.

“Yes, darling. Sandwich loaf with tomatoes, cheese, lettuce, ham.”

“Okay, stop it. I know what sandwich is. And why pancakes?”

“You might miss home.”

She pressed her lips together. Sadness crossed her face. When my schedule would not be so hectic, I

planned on taking her with me to the US. Her happiness would always be on my priority list.

I ignored the knot in my stomach. “Here are our meal.”

She turned her head. “Oh, wow. Milkshake, fries, burger? I thought you only asked for sandwiches and

pancakes.”

“Well, I’d like to surprise you.”

The staff took the meal from the cart and placed down our meal one. Kennedy was already smiling in

delight. Simple things already made her happy. Just watching her reaction made me even the

happiest.

Once the server left, she gushed. When I thought she would behave like a princess, she sat down on

the carpet and took a piece of fries, and started munching.

She looked up at me, eyes sparkling. “Are you just gonna watch me?”

“I’m already full just watching you so carefree.” I joined him on the floor beside her and sipped the

strawberry milkshake.

“You sure it’s okay for you to join me and sit on the floor while eating?”

“Yeah. What’s wrong with sitting and eating on the floor?” I bit my burger. She chose the sandwich.

“It’s delicious. I missed this.” Poor thing.

My chest squeezed. I would make sure to do this often. “You okay? You don’t like your burger?”

“I’m fine. I didn’t know I missed this much.” She leaned over to kiss me on my shoulder. “It’s so good.

This is sweet. Thanks.”

I couldn’t drag my gaze away as she ate and didn’t give a damn even if she was in front of a prince.

One thing I loved about her—she didn’t care how the world was going to judge her. All she wanted was

to live her life the way she wanted to.

“Stop—” She swallowed the food in her mouth, sipped her milkshake, and licked her lips. “Stop

watching me. That’s rude.” It was way better than watching porn.

“I love watching you eat.”

Her brow arched. “Well, you know what I love? Watching you eat something else.”

Jesus. My groin tightened. “You better finish your meal, then, so that we can eat something else.”

With a wicked look on her face, she took another sip of her milkshake. My mind went crazy filthy,

thinking it was a drop of my come on her lips as she licked it clean. I blinked off and took a huge bite of

my burger instead.

“What were you thinking?” There was a tease in her voice.

“You don’t wanna know, darling.” My jawline tensed.

“Are you hard right now?”

I groaned. “Darling, why do you keep on torturing me like this?”

“I don’t know that watching me eat gives you a hard-on.”

“You’re doing that on purpose.”

She stared at me. Then she dropped her gaze to my parted lips. My heart pounded if what I thought

was right. “What if I did?”

“Fuck.”