"Ever done it with a peasant?" He asked towering over me, his chest blocking my vision of the sun.
"Ever done it with a prince?" I asked.
"No, but we can change that."
"Can we? My father would flip if he found out."
"Screw that bastard, love is love and he can't change that."
"But, what if he's right. What if I am just confused?"
"OK, tell me Noah, does this turn you on?" He removed his clothes revealing his naked body.
"Yes," I sighed, "why is this so hard."
"It doesn't have to be."
"How," I placed my head on my knees, "it's hopeless."
"It's easy, I'll guide you through it, don't be scared, I'll always be here."
Changing POV
"You're cute for a peasant." I said to the worried girl.
"O-Oh. Thank you, your highness!" She bowed as she said.
"I always get what I want, and now, I want you."
"P-Princess, I have to tailor the gowns for your upcoming wedding."
"I already have someone handling that. I also have a clear schedule." I couldn't stop my hand from sliding down her scared, porcelain face to her waist, where it stayed. "Maybe you should help me fill my schedule. The princess hates being bored."
Trapped by a tragic situation, Bradley is forced to enter the fight of his life in a dangerous tournament set by the Lycan King to determine who will be the successor to the crown.
Prince Elton, the Lycan King's nephew, sees himself as the only heir to the crown. He will stop at nothing to guarantee his victory in the tournament and prove to his uncle once and for all that he is the only choice to be his heir.
With the entire nation competing in this tournament, what will happen to Bradley as he is thrown into this dangerous mix? Will Prince Elton be able to win the competition as he is expected to or forfeit his chances of ever becoming the next monarch?
Surprises come to them all as they embark on the fight of their lives - one that Bradley might not come out of alive.
Get ready for a battle!
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"Why are you being such a bitch?" I pressed him against the wall of his room, pushing my body against his.
"Why are you being such a bitch, Your Highness!" He corrected me with a deep frown. I grunted in annoyance and began kissing him.
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"Stop! Stop what you're doing right now!" He commanded me, irritated.
My lust for him was driving me wild.
"I can't stop! You're too hot and I am weak for you!" I surrendered myself to him, as I could not wait to get out of my clothes fast enough. As soon as I was naked...
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"If the King catches us, we will be banned!" He warned me, looking frightened. All these secret hookups were hot, but it's getting to the point where I can no longer resist him.
What will I do?