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  “And then she ran away,” he says, looking at me. “And I thought I’d never see her again. I shouldn’t have seen her again. Except I did – because, as it turned out, Belle was – is -- the daughter of my father’s fiancé.”

  A few people in the crowd murmur, but I ignore the chatter, listening to Albie tell the thoroughly fucked up story of how we met.

  This is our fucked up fairy tale.

  And it’s fucking perfect.

  “Scandalous, I know,” Albie says, holding up his hand again. “At least, that’s what the tabloid magazines would have you believe. But I think that you love who you love. And when you find love, you hold onto it and you don’t let it go. And this is the woman I love. I have no intention of letting her go, no matter what the cost.”

  Then he turns to me, bringing his lips down on mine softly, and even though it’s the gentlest kiss, it takes my breath away. When he pulls away, the crowd bursts into thunderous applause.

  “Ever heard the fairy tale about the princess and her stepbrother?” I whisper.

  Albie laughs. “We’ll write our own fucking fairy tale, luv.”

  CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

  Albie

  Belle and I have a suite in the nicest hotel in Budapest. My phone is off, no doubt being bombarded with social media notifications. Outside the window, paparazzi from various European newspapers have gathered near the hotel entrance, waiting to catch Belle and I together.

  My father and Sofia are going to be less than pleased with my public announcement, no doubt. Before we left, my father asked if I loved Belle. If I did, he said, I had his blessing.

  I’m assuming that his blessing didn’t extend to running off to Budapest and giving a very public, not-approved-by-the-PR-team statement.

  But I don’t care. That fact alone makes me less than royal. But so be it.

  The door to the bathroom opens just a crack, and Belle peers out. “Are you ready?” she asks.

  “I’m naked and sitting in this chair,” I say. “Does that count?”

  “Close your eyes.”

  “You’re getting awfully bossy,” I tell her.

  “Are your eyes closed?”

  “Fine.”

  She’s silent for a minute before she speaks. “Okay, open them.”

  “Holy fucking shit,” I say, my words punctuated with laughter. Belle, the woman I just called “brilliant, funny, and kind” in front of the whole world, is wearing the bright pink pony tail butt plug I gave her.

  She’s bent over, so that only her ass and the tail are visible from the side of the bathroom door.

  And she’s shaking her ass, the tail swinging from side to side in the doorway.

  It’s ridiculous.

  And strangely, really fucking hot.

  I hear her giggle, and then she peers out from the doorway. “Are you laughing at my tail?” she asks. “This was a present from you.”

  “Come out here so I can see it,” I tell her, still laughing and shaking my head.

  “Your dick is totally hard,” she says, hands on her hips. “I knew you had a secret fetish.”

  “I do,” I tell her, sitting on the edge of the armchair with my cock in my hand. “My secret fetish is you. Although now that I look at you, that tail does look really hot. Turn around so I can see it.”

  A slow smile spreads across Belle’s face, and she turns around, arching her back to display her ass, the tail draped across her rear. “And? Do you like what you see?”

  “On your hands and knees,” I say. “So I can fully appreciate it.”

  She turns around to face me, her hands still on her hips, her perfect breasts visible to me. For a second, I think she might slap me. But she doesn’t.

  She gives me a smug satisfied look and drops to the ground on her knees. Her eyes are on me the entire time. I stroke the length of my cock as I watch her place her hands gently on the ground.

  Before crawling across the floor on her hands and knees toward me.

  Wearing a pink pony-tail butt plug.

  She pauses in between my legs, her face below my cock. Fuck, she’s breathtaking.

  “Should I neigh or something?” she asks.

  I laugh. “Please do not neigh.”

  “Hey, you’re the one with the fetish.”

  “I already told you what my fetish was, luv,” I say, reaching down to slide my fingers underneath her chin. She rises up, her hands sliding up my legs but not touching me. “You.”

  “I’ve never been anyone’s fetish before,” she whispers, her hand replacing mine on my shaft. Her eyes on mine, she strokes my length, her touch whisper soft and the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.

  “Get used to it.”

  When she puts her tongue to me, it’s the best thing on earth. She touches the tip of her tongue to the head of my cock, before licking the length of my shaft like it’s a damn lollipop. It’s only been a couple of days without her mouth on me, without being inside her, and I’m already to the point of exploding at her touch.

  I thread my fingers through her hair, pulling her away from my cock the second she envelops me with her warm mouth. “No,” I tell her. “This isn’t the way I want you right now.”

  She frowns at me. “Maybe it’s the way I want you.”

  I can’t prevent the growl that escapes my lips when she says that. Little Miss Do Gooder telling me she wants my cock in her mouth…it’s almost more than I can take.

  “You can’t always get what you want, luv,” I tell her.

  “Says the prince who always gets what he wants.”

  “What can I say?” I ask. “I’m royalty. And right now what I want is for you to stand up and bring your pussy over here so I can eat you the way I’ve been thinking about eating you.”

  She looks up at me with an impish grin. “You think I’m just going to do everything you tell me to do?”

  “I think you’re going to do this,” I say. “We’ll work on the rest later.”

  Belle smiles as she stands, and I run my hands up her thighs, pulling her against me. My hands travel over her ass, and when they brush against the tail, she laughs. She stops laughing when I slide down, pulling her to my mouth.

  When I taste her, I can’t help but sigh. She tastes like everything that’s right in my world.

  She stands, her legs spread, while I take my time with her, my tongue exploring her pussy, savoring the taste of her wetness on my lips. “Oh, Albie,” she whispers, her hands against my head, pulling me tighter to her. “I missed this.”

  “I missed all of this,” I say, sliding my fingers inside her. She’s so wet for me, so ready, that it makes me groan.

  “I missed this clit,” I say, leaning forward and taking it in my mouth, sucking on it as I stroke her inside until I hear the hitch in her breath that means she’s close.

  I look up at her. Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back, her breasts moving with each breath she takes. She looks like perfection. “I missed this pussy,” I say, stroking her gently, feeling her body respond to every movement I make.

  I kiss her abdomen, running my hand over her skin, trying to memorize the surface of her. “I missed this stomach.”

  She makes a little whimpering sound, half a moan and half as if she’s trying to say my name, but I don’t stop. I run my palm up farther, caressing her breasts with my hand, watching her nipples harden underneath my fingertips.

  “I missed these breasts,” I say.

  “Albie,” she whispers.

  “And I missed this ass,” I tell her, gripping a handful of her cheek, my fingers pushing against the plug, and she moans, the sound coming from low in her throat.

  “Albie, you’re going to make me…” Her voice trails off, but even if it hadn’t, I wouldn’t let her finish.

  “No,” I say. “You’re not getting off that easily.”

  Belle whines, biting the edge of her lip as she looks down at me. Her pussy throbs around me, and I know she’s close. “Please?”