Royally Screwed (COMPLETED)

22. THATS WHAT I CALL A TEST DRIVE

22. THAT'S WHAT I CALL A TEST DRIVE

Elijah's POV

I enjoyed cuddling but after my stomach decided to embarrass me by grumbling so loud it vibrated against Marcus' hand which had settled in that area as he held me against his chest. He tried to hold in his laughter but his chest vibrated against my back.
"Asshole," I said as I pealed his arm off my body and stood up from bed.
"Baby, you have to admit that was funny," he said with a huge ass smile plastered on his face. He was so handsome but I would not fall for his charm.

"You find my hunger funny," I said before glaring at him.
"Okay...I'm sorry baby. Would you like me to cook you some breakfast?" He asked and I had to fight the smile that threatened to crept onto my face.
"Don't we have maids for that?" I asked.
"They are, but I feel like treating you today," he said as he stood up from the bed and walked towards me.

"I don't know if I can trust you in the kitchen. How would I explain to the King and Queen how their mansion got burnt down," I said as I titled my head to the side as if thinking. He pouted and I had to admit he looked adorable.
"Hahaha... very funny. I know how to cook," He said as he wrapped his arms around me.
"Allow me to treat you princess. You deserve to be spoilt," he said before kissing me.
"I'm not a princess. I'm a man, Marcus," I said but stayed close to him with our faces inches apart.
"You're my princess," he said and kissed me before I could fight back. He kissed me and kissed me, until I forgot what I wanted to argue about.

A few minutes later, I was sitting by the kitchen counter where Marcus had left me as I watched him cook.
He really looked like he knew what he was doing. He had admitted that his mother forced him to go to a cooking lessons, saying he was a prince but should know that no matter what he needed to be able to cook for his future wife/husband.

I blushed at the word husband. If all goes well I could be married to Marcus one day. If you had asked me about marriage a month ago, I would have told you to stop dreaming because I was never planning on getting married.
But that was before I literally met my prince charming. Well he was more of an all out crazy freak but he was my freak.
He surely threw out all my stereotypes about how a prince lived and acted. Even the King and Queen just acted like ordinary people. Like an ordinary family who had to rule a nation.

"What are you thinking about?" Marcus asked as he stood in front of me.
"I'm thinking about what I'm going to do to your handsome face if you don't hurry up with the food because I'm starving," I said with a stern look but all he did was laugh as he pressed closer against me, standing in between my legs, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I don't understand, how you being fuxken rude and aggressive is such a turn on," he said as he grabbed my ass and pulled me impossibly closer.
"Ma...Marcus, someone might see," I whisper wanted to push him away but at the same time I didn't want him to let go.
"So what? You're their future queen, so they might as well know it now," he said before kissing me.
I love food. Y'all know I LOVE FOOD. But Marcus's kisses are making me feel like food is not a priority anymore.

"Breakfast is ready," he said as he let go of me and served our breakfast.
"Mmmm..." I don't know if it was the hunger or Marcus was an amazing cook. Either way these were the best pancakes, bacon, eggs and toast I had ever eaten.
"Don't moan like that, unless you want me to take you against the kitchen counter."
"Pervert," I said as I roll my eyes.
I wasn't quite satisfied and so I went for seconds. After that I had a 3 cups of yogurt and some fruits with whipped cream.

"Slow down, Eli. I didn't know you were that hungry," Marcus said a bit shocked at my intake.
"Me neither. I'm just craving something sweet but nothing seems to fully satisfy me," I said.
Come to think of it, it was weird. I eat a lot but today was a bit extra.
"I know something you can eat and believe me when I say you will be fully satisfied," Marcus said as he pressed his semi hard dixk against my back.

"Horn dog," I said pushing him back with my hips before heading back to the fridge. He laughed but before he could do something else stupid his cellphone rang.
I ignored him, as he answered it, still trying to decide what to eat.
"Thank you," Marcus said and soon I was being dragged outside.
"Hey..." I cried out.
"I have a surprise for you," he said. I was about to kick his ass for man handling me when we got outside.

And I screamed with happiness as I spotted the car out front. My very own Bentley Continental GT was parked there in all its perfection.
"As promised, here is your car," Marcus said and all I could do was hug him before jumping up and down like a little kid high on candy.
I finally got into the driver seat and Marcus in the passenger seat.
The car was gorgeous and sexy. That's right my type. Just like Marcus.

After he was done explaining the few things I needed to know about the car, I was ready to take it for a spin.
"Bentley on," I said and loved the way it purred to life. Voice activation rocks.
We drove around for about an hour, before Marcus directed me to the beach. We got out of the car and took a walk.
The view was amazing. I didn't really have time to go sightseeing since I arrived and now I wanted to see more of the beauty of Oasis Island. I definitely didn't mind calling this place home.

I hated my parents for forcing me to come here but now I'm willing to thank them and apologize for my stubbornness.
"This view is amazing," I said as I admired the picture we just took together on my phone.
"No. You are amazing," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and settled his chin in my shoulder.
I blushed at his comment but didn't say a word. Everything was perfect and I didn't want to ruin it. Me, him and the sunset. I wish it could be like that forever.

"We need to head back," Marcus said.
"Wait. There's one more thing we need to do," I said and he gave me a questioning look.
"We need to take the car for a test drive," I said making him look confused.
"Wasn't that the first thing we did?" He asked.
"That's not the test drive I'm talking about," I said before pulling him down for a hungry kiss.
"I want to know how it feels like to ride a Bently...on your dixk," I said and I could literally feel him instantly got hard against me.

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