In Prince Alexander and Rebecca’s apartments, Alex thrust into Rebecca again. Her moan spurred him on, and his cock itched to possess her even more. Harder and harder he pushed into her, causing her body to shift up the bed.
“Alex, please,” she cried, and he knew what she wanted, what she craved.
His hand reached between them to torture her nub below and she moaned again. Her body contracted once around him, but it wasn’t enough; not nearly enough.
Harder and harder he thrust, over and over and over again. Her back arched and her body spread wide, giving itself over to pleasure.
Her orgasm hit just as a fierce pounding came on the main door to their apartments. Alex roared as anger at the disruption warred with the painful cock buried inside his love.
He let go, filling her, claiming her with everything he had, giving her every bit as much as she’d given him.
He collapsed on top of her, their sweat mingling with the delicious scent of their lovemaking and he took her mouth in fierce possession.
When the pounding on the door continued, he growled and pushed away from her. “Whoever dares bother me this morning will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.”
She giggled in between gasps of breath. “It sounds like it’s important, whatever it is.”
He slid off the bed, giving Rebecca’s body one long, last, lingering look.
“You’d better stop looking at me like that or else you’ll never answer the door,” Rebecca said.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself, darling. I’m going to take you again as soon as I have someone arrested.”
He heard her giggle again as he shuffled on a robe and left the room, closing the door behind him. He made his way down the hall and towards the foyer, where the knocking had become more insistent.
“I’m coming, for Christ’s sake. What the hell is so important?” He’d just finished tying the robe when he reached the front door and wrenched it open. His mouth dropped open in shock.
“Papa? What are you doing here? What’s wrong?”
His father Gabriel had a fierce scowl on his face and a newspaper in his hand. He strode in, his boots tapping swiftly against the floor while he did. Since he was already dressed for work, Alex could tell he’d been up for a while already.
“Where’s Rebecca?” his father asked.
“She’s in bed. What’s happened? Is it her parents? Has something happened to them?”
His father shook his head. “No, my son, it’s not that. It’s this.” He slapped the newspaper into Alex’s hand.
Curious as to what would make his calm, level-headed father lose control, Alex unfolded the newspaper and took in the headline. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock.
“Well?” his father asked impatiently. “Is it true? You do realize we are fast approaching the Holiday Ball, which will double as your engagement party? What do you have to say for yourself?”
The headline was bold and clear: Prince Alexander’s Mistress.
A picture beneath the headline took up most of the space above the fold. Though the picture was dark and taken at nighttime, it was clearly him, and he was clearly kissing someone not quite visible in the shadows.
Alex ran a hand through his hair. “What the fuck? This picture was taken in the palace gardens. There’s no way anyone could have gotten this without long-range lenses. Fucking vultures!”
“I don’t care what kind of lens was used to take it, I want you to explain yourself.”
“What’s going on?”
Alex turned to see Rebecca, who looked so cozy and fucking cute all cuddled up in her robe. “Gossip again, darling.”
“Are you sure she should see that, Alexander?” his father asked.
“Of course,” Alex said easily and handed Rebecca the newspaper.
As Rebecca took in the picture, her mouth, too, fell open.
Then she began laughing.
A deep, full, belly laugh that had Alex smiling broadly at her.
“Would someone care to tell me what’s so funny?” his father asked, his arms crossed over his chest.
“That’s us,” Alex said as he gestured between himself and Rebecca. “They got a picture of us making out in the gardens one night. My guess is a couple weeks ago.”
Realization dawned on his father’s face. “I see. You always favor nighttime walks in winter?”
Alex shrugged. “Rebecca likes to run, and sometimes we go together. Lately, we only get a chance for it later in the day, when it’s already dark. We thought we were safe enough. Even the Royal Protection agents who are assigned to us keep their distance, even though they’re running with us. More than that, the grounds are closed to the public in winter, so no one should have seen us.”
“Unless they have long-range lenses,” his father added.
Alex nodded. “Now that we’ve got that sorted out, perhaps you can tell me why you thought I would cheat on Rebecca with anyone, ever? I mean, Jesus, Papa. Really?”
His father cleared his throat. “After the story broke this morning, a woman came forward claiming that was her.”
“Well, it’s bullshit. She clearly just wants attention.”
“She wants more than that.”
“What do you mean?” Rebecca asked as she wound an arm around Alex’s waist; Alex wrapped an arm around her in return.
“She’s shopping around some pictures she states are of the two of you in ‘compromising’ situations.”
“What. The. Fuck!”
His father nodded. “My sentiments exactly. All of the media outlets—even the legitimate ones—are questioning your relationship.”
Alex glanced down at Rebecca, whose forehead was creased in worry. Damn it; he wouldn’t let anything or anyone harm her. “It’ll be okay, darling. Don’t worry.”
“It may not, my son. This scandal is growing by the minute.”
Alex shook his head. “Who the hell is this? I would never cheat on Rebecca.” He looked her straight in the eyes and cupped her face. “I would never cheat on you. You know that, don’t you?”
She covered his hand with hers against her cheek. “Of course I do.”
“Who the hell is this?” Alex demanded as he turned back to his father. “Who the fuck has the gall to threaten me and the woman I love?”
When his father mentioned the name of a long ago ex-lover,
Alex’s face went pale.
He may not have cheated on Rebecca, but he was well and truly fucked.