Yesterday, I confronted Mother and Theo about the mysterious Arnaud person in Father’s will. Both said it wasnot their secret to share. While Theo left it at that, Mother asked me to be patient, adding that I’ll find out in just a few months in accordance with Father’s will.
Fine, whatever.
Now that I brought the first key home, Mother expects the second segment of the prophecy any day. Most of us think that the next royal to go on a treasure hunt for a key will be Theo. I secretly hope it will be Gigi or one of my cousins just to see the disgruntled expression on Theo’s face once again.
My older brother has always taken his royal destiny way too seriously. I do love him, but he’s such a stickler for rules and sacred duties! He was never easygoing, but since the fire marred his features in a way that no amount of laser treatments can fix, he’s been a real pain in the butt.
I get it, he’s ugly. I get it, he’s hurting a lot of the time. But none of it justifies that he should expect so little of Lucie, the woman I put my faith in during the hunt for the key, the woman I brought to Mount Evor because I trust her.
When we get to the palace, and send our bodyguards home to their loved ones, I immediately forget all my worries about Mount Evor’s future to become a monomaniacal man with only one idea on his mind—get Lucie’s lips around my cock.
I love penetrating her and I love going down on her, but ever since she returned the favor, I’ve been a man possessed.
She drops her clutch on a chair and turns toward me.
I spend a moment admiring her gown. It’s the color of midnight, fitted to her perfect figure. Its neckline is high but turn her around and it plunges to the small of her back. She is both sexy and statuesque in the length and material of the gown.
God, she’s perfect!
“Lucie,” I gasp, suddenly dizzy.
Pulling her close, I plant gentle kisses on her forehead, temples, cheekbones. The edge of her jaw. The corners of her mouth. Her lips.
They part, and my tongue slips into her mouth. I’m floating, punch-drunk. As I deepen the kiss, she softly whimpers, delighting me.
She strokes my hard cock through my pants while I caress her tongue with mine, my hands all over her body. When we break the kiss to get some air, I gently urge her down.
She lowers herself to her knees and gazes at my tented crotch. “You’re eager.”
“You have no idea!”
Grinning smugly, she pulls down my zipper and tugs down my pants together with my underwear. Her lips part. My breath catches in my throat.
She leans forward, closing the gap between me and her plump, wet lips, reddened by our kissing. I thread my fingers through her soft hair as she takes the tip of my shaft into her mouth.
And then she sets to work.
A deep, ragged groan of satisfaction escapes my throat at the pleasure she’s giving me. She pulls the tip in, strokes it, plays with it, bathes it in the glorious wetness of her mouth. I watch her, hypnotized. She grips my butt cheeks and starts to bob her head, coaxing more groans from me. With every stroke, she moves her mouth farther down, taking me deeper, slurping without restrain, sucking me with such force that her round cheeks hollow.
I grab the back of the chair to brace myself. She’s killing me. My cock trembles and pulses. I’m close to exploding.
“Lucie,” I grunt. “Time to stop or else…”
She lifts a hand from my hips and waves no.
As if to make herself very clear, she slides all the way down to the base. Her tongue dancing around me, she retreats to the tip and then pushes down my full length again. I nearly come. But I don’t want to, not yet! Grabbing handfuls of her silky hair, I steady her for a moment, while I take deep breaths.
OK, it’s safe to continue.
I loosen my grip. She starts moving down again, and I move, too, setting a new pace, thrusting my hips upward, pushing more of my length into her mouth.
That’s it, if I don’t stop within the next few seconds, I’m done. With a heroic effort, I hold her head still and draw out.
Without waiting for her to regain her composure, I pull her up and slip a hand under her silky dress. My palm travels up her smooth, long thigh, finds her mound and settles there. Reaching down to her clit, I start stroking it with two fingers.
She moans as I caress her toward a climax. Her breathing increases rapidly, and soon she’s writhing and whimpering so loud that if a guard, a staffer or my assistant is anywhere in the hallway, they’d likely hear her. They’d never bring it up, though.
I kiss her neck, just below her ear lobe while my fingers keep rubbing.
