Page 5 of Bred By the Emperor

“Dad—” Kenton protests.

“Let me handle this, son.”

Princess Liliviere leads me into a private side chamber and shuts the door. The space is tiny, equipped with only a small table and two chairs. Rather than sitting down, she props her hip against the table and crosses her arms. The position pushes her breasts up. My mouth waters. I want those soft globes in my hands. Right now.

“You, Princess, aren’t going to marry my son,” I growl, stalking closer until she’s forced to tip her head back. “You’re going to marry me.”

“You might want to tell the press,” she says a little breathlessly, sounding like she’s just run a mile at a dead run. Not in that gown she’s wearing. “Right now, the world thinks you’re trying to force me into a marriage with your son.”

“You were damn quick to publicly contradict me.” I was fuming when she issued that press release saying she was entertaining negotiations for her hand, and the outcome remained to be seen. Now, I’m fucking thrilled she put that out to the press. She’s got a spine. I like that.

“I was holding out for you,” she purrs. “I know what I want. I won’t settle for second-best. It’s you, or no one.”

If that isn’t a shot of adrenaline straight to my dick. I crash my mouth down onto hers, tasting her spun-sugar lips with a groan. Her hands spike through my hair, dragging me closer. I get one hand beneath her skirt and set her on the table so I can shove her knees apart.

“We’ll deal with the fallout later.” I find her center and stroke her through the thin silk panties she’s wearing. A low groan shudders out of me. “You’re already wet for me. You don’t even know my name.”

“Malakai,” she says instantly. “Malakai the Monster.”

I huff. A stupid thing for me to say. Of course, she knows my name. I’m fucking famous—infamous, more like. I did brutal things to win this war and take control of the empire. Just because she was unknown to me doesn’t mean I was a mystery to her.

Now all I want to do is bury my dick in her sweet, tight pussy.

“You’re a virgin, Liliviere?” I sense that she is in the artless but enthusiastic way that she’s touching me. I just want to be sure.

“Yes,” she pants, rocking against my hand. “But you can take me. Right here. Right now.”

My body is as taut as a bowstring. The need to plunge into her and take her virginity, consumes me. I almost do it, but at the last second reason asserts itself. “Not until we’re married.”

“Why do we have to be married?” she pouts. “I won’t give up control over Kellimar to marry you,” she says. “Nothing changes in terms of my authority over my people.”

“Not even for this?” Brutally, I circle her clit with two fingers. Her thighs lock around my hips. She comes so hard that wetness floods the soft fabric. She pants raggedly into the crook of my neck. Trembling, she clings to me—yet she shakes her head no.

“Not even for that, Your Imperial Majesty,” she says tightly.

“Fine.” It’s her kingdom. My wife can rule this patch of land on her own.

She peers up at me. “You mean that? You won’t try to take control of Kellimar?”

“For you? No. I may be a monster, but I keep my word.”

“Then let’s seal our bargain,” she says. Her dress is wrinkled, and her hair tangled from my manhandling her. “You pleased me. Now let me pleasure you.”

Chapter 5

Liliviere

The heat in those wildfire eyes intensifies when I unfasten Malakai’s belt. Slowly, with unsteady hands, I extract his cock. He is long and thick and already hard, which doesn’t make the job any easier for my inexperienced hands. I’m not ready to try with my mouth yet, and kissing him is too divine to give up. His rough stubble scrapes my chin. I imagine that same sensation between my thighs. A tiny mewling gasp escapes my lips.

“That’s my princess. I’ll show you what’s in store if you marry me.” He strokes my pussy through the fine silk of my panties. I’m so turned on, my breasts heavy within my dress and straining against the fabric. The friction only turns me on more. I run my hand up and down his hard shaft. Imagining it inside of me. So aroused I can hardly breathe.

It doesn’t take very much for me to come.

Then he does, too. Closes his big fist over mine and comes all over my hand. I moan against his lips, imagining the taste of him and the feeling of those hot, thick veins against my own tongue. I want to know how he would fit inside me. Right now. Yet Malakai didn’t win the title of emperor by giving away his advantage. He has made his price perfectly clear. I have to marry him if I want his cock.

Fine. As long as I retain control of my country, I will have struck an excellent bargain.

Malakai tucks himself away. I sit there, disheveled, with cum drying stickily on my hand, wondering how I’m going to go out there and deliver the crushing news to Kenton that I’m marrying his father instead of him.