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  My nipples poking against the silk of my gown, my breasts threatening to swell above the deep neckline.

  His eyes moved lower, and that was when I felt it, the hot creamy moisture dripping out of me, soaking my panties---

  Oh.

  I snapped my legs together, as if hoping it would be enough to stop me from being wet.

  My head jerked up when I heard the prince laugh, a rich beautiful sound that made my entire body shiver. Oh God, it was just a laugh. A simple darn laugh and yet I could feel myself coming to life just by hearing it?

  This was wrong. This was completely wrong. He was my stepbrother prince and he shouldn’t affect me this way.

  The prince suddenly cupped my chin.

  I tried to wrench away instinctively, but his grip tightened, and I forced myself to keep still, knowing he would ultimately have his way.

  When he lowered his head, I tensed even more. I wanted to run away, but I stayed put, not wanting him to think he had frightened me so. His lips curved, and my body responded like it was struck by lightning.

  Oh God, this was all so wrong---

  “You’ve had your first lesson tonight, Lady Ella.” Bending his head, the prince licked the corner of my lip. “Do not disobey me again.”

  And then he was walking away.

  The Routine

  “Lady Ella, Your Highness.” The soldier studiously avoided looking my way, and I studiously pretended I didn’t notice he did. These daily meetings of ours were more and more humiliating. With him always stationed outside the prince’s study, it was impossible for him not to know what was going on inside.

  “Let her in.”

  The door opened, and I stalked inside militantly.

  “Marching instead of walking, milady?” The prince was already walking towards the couch.

  Shit.

  I shouldn’t stand for this, I thought. I should tell Ruth about it, should report to the authorities or even go to the media so they would know the truth about their supposedly charming prince.

  I watched the prince rid himself of his jacket before laying it carefully over the back of the couch. I watched him roll up his sleeves, revealing the muscles in his arms, and my heart galloped.

  God, I was so sick. Those muscles were why a certain part of my body was stinging painfully, and here I was getting excited at the sight of it---

  The prince turned my way all of a sudden, catching me staring. He smirked. “You can’t wait, milady?”

  “Shut up,” I snarled.

  “I’ll count that against you.”

  I gasped. “Are you serious?”

  But the prince didn’t even glance my way. Settling himself on the couch, he made an elegant and powerful picture, his broad shoulders well defined by his silk shirt and his trousers molding perfectly to his muscular legs.

  He patted his lap, once.

  And oh God, just that one gesture, and it started, the moisture between my legs, dripping ever so slowly into my underwear.

  “Come and receive your punishment like a good girl, ukhayyah.”

  The words had me wetter and hotter. My brain screamed at me to run away, but my body seemed to have its own accord, my limbs working as if drawn to the prince’s presence.

  He didn’t have to force me to bend over his legs, my bottom up in the air. It was all me.

  SLAP.

  My body jerked, more out of surprise than anything else. It was always like that with the first slap.

  “That’s for being deliberately disobedient,” the prince said curtly. “I have received reports about your misconduct, the way you flout the rules because you’re American---”

  “But I am American,” I said defiantly.

  “But are you in America, milady? If I am in your country and I spit on your flag, would my action be considered excusable simply because I am not American?”

  SLAP!

  The second spank stung as well, but it was also arousing. I didn’t understand why and I had ceased trying to figure it out. All I knew was that the prince had woken up something twisted inside me, something that yearned for his touch on my body – whatever way it took.

  “That is for being stubbornly in denial. There is no point resisting the truth. You are part of the royal family now and you must act that way. If it means you have to learn how to wear heels to look presentable then you will damn well do it.”

  “It’s sexist!”

  “Tough,” the prince said mercilessly. “You looking good on official photos make it sell more, which means more proceeds for your charities. You will begrudge them additional funds just because it offends you to wear heels?”

  SLAP!

  But this time, the prince’s hand lingered on my bottom after the spank.

  It was my favorite part, and I had a feeling the prince knew that.

  As he continued to caress my skirt-covered bottom, I asked, “And the third one?” I tried to sound angry but I knew I just sounded breathless. “What’s it…for?” The last word turned into a whimper of shocked pleasure as I felt the prince’s hand curve under the skirt.

  His fingers grazed one bare cheek before squeezing. Hard.

  Oooooooooooh.

  The prince bent his head close to my ear, taunting in a sexy dark whisper, “You have to ask?”

  He laughed as I tried to struggle, and he quelled my resistance completely when he started kneading my bottom, in a way that had me biting my lip hard so I wouldn’t moan.

  “Such a wanton response,” the prince continued to taunt. “It’s almost as if you go against me to have this.” His hand moved down, and I trembled when he slowly ran a hand over the back of my legs. “So let’s have a deal, mm, ukhayyah?”

  His hand moved back up, just as slowly, and the titillating sensation had me squeezing my eyes tightly. “Do something worthy of a daughter of the royal family…” His hand went back on my bottom. Squeezing the cheek hard, he whispered, “…and I might just give you a kiss.”

  The prince removed his hand on my bottom, arranged my skirt and lifted me back to my feet.

  “What kind of incentive is that?” I hissed.

  The prince only smirked. “The kind that we both know you want, even if you never admit it.”

  The Other Stepsister

  “A letter from your sister, Your Highness,” the soldier said upon his return to the palace after another week spent abroad.

  The prince took the folded piece of paper with a frown. “When did Lady Dezza send this?”

  The soldier shook his head. “It is from your other sister, Your Highness. Lady Ella.”

  The prince stilled. “I see.” His gaze strayed back to the letter in his hand, which now felt as precious as a gem. “Thank you.” He nodded at the soldier, dismissing him. Only when he was alone and certain that no one would see his expression did the prince unfold the letter.

  Your Highness,

  I hope this letter finds you in good health.

  The prince almost smiled at the first line. Knowing Ella, he supposed that the proud temptress had choked several times while writing the words.

  As I know you are very busy with your duties as prince, I will strive to keep this as brief as possible.

  Such tact, the prince marveled. It must mean she had a huge favor to ask. An increase in her allowance, perhaps? He had never thought she was the type, but he had also learned never to trust people at face value. For all he knew, she could be as mercenary as the rest of them.

  Before my mother left to join the king in their wedding trip, she had informed me that I am to seek your guidance since nineteen here is still not of legal age. I realize then that I may have to ask for your assistance for what I intend to do.

  Seek his guidance? Ask for his assistance? How stubbornly independent she was, how stubbornly proud. Both of them knew those were not the right terms to use at all. In this kingdom, the prince’s word was law and as her guardian, she had no choice but to obey his command.

  I’ve become recent
ly acquainted with your kingdom’s history and have found it very interesting. Last week, I completed the short-term certificate course as a tour guide for historical tours in the palace. I have assisted in two student tours so far, and you’ll be happy to know I haven’t lost anyone in the palace yet.

  Reading the lines, everything suddenly became clear to the prince. His doubts were vanquished, and he even felt slightly ashamed for thinking his young sister was mercenary like the women he was used to.

  The accomplishment she spoke of was impressive, especially when one considered how Ella had been a reluctant princess from the start.

  It only meant one thing of course, and his blood heated at the thought of how he would reward his little sister.

  Impatient now, the prince read the last lines of the letter.

  Also, I was told the Chamber of History was looking for an intern. I was wondering if I could apply for it?

  Thank you for your time.

  Sincerely,

  Ella

  And the plot thickens, the prince thought grimly. In all the years it had existed, the Chamber of History had never sought an intern. He had a feeling his half sister Lady Dezza was behind it. Whatever plans that woman had hatched he was sure she was up to no good.

  A contemplative silence filled the prince’s study as he folded the letter again, careful to follow the painstakingly straight creases.

  Since the wedding, he had been playing a dangerous game of duplicity. When official duties forced him and Ella together, the prince made sure he was everything from condescending to antagonistic – whatever it took to keep people from guessing the truth.

  And that was the fact that the prince wanted to fuck his stepsister…and she wanted it as badly.

  But in private, the prince was unable to keep his passions in a leash, unable to keep himself from feeling her skin under his hands, even if it was in the guise of punishment.

  It was a game he had been used to, but now that Lady Dezza had made a move, the prince knew he had to be more careful.

  The prince picked the phone and put a call to his secretary. “Have Lady Ella come to my study immediately.”

  The Kiss

  I’m not excited to see him again. I tried to convince myself of this, but even to my ears it sounded like a blatant lie. As I made my way to the prince’s study, I found myself constantly worrying about my appearance. When I passed by a gilt-edged full-length mirror along the way, I couldn’t resist the temptation.

  I backtracked and paused before it.

  A small curvy woman stared back at me, her honey blond hair up in a simple chignon, her gray eyes sparkling, and a rosy tint to her slightly rounded cheeks. Her skin was fairer than usual, but the dark purple dress complemented it, making her complexion look like ivory rather than sallow. The gown had a high waistline, emphasizing the fullness of her breasts, while its flowing skirt made her legs look longer.

  Was I pretty enough for the prince? The question popped out of nowhere, and I flushed at the thought. No, drat it. I didn’t want to be pretty. I just wanted to be…presentable. That was all I cared about.

  By the time I reached the prince’s office and listened to the soldier announce my name, I had my composure back.

  “You may enter, milady.”

  “Thank you.” I stepped inside and the door closed behind me. I saw the prince seated behind his desk, a document in his hand, and just like that, my composure fled.

  How had I forgotten how beautiful he was?

  His dark hair shone under the light and even with his head bent, his attractiveness was undeniable, his powerful aura unmitigated even when he wasn’t standing to his full height.

  The prince suddenly looked up, catching me staring at him.

  Shit.

  Tearing my gaze away, I sank to a curtsy, muttering, “Your Highness.” I wasn’t so stubborn to repeat the same mistake again.

  “Lady Ella.” When I straightened, I found the prince on his feet, and he looked even more commanding, more gorgeous this way I found myself gulping. And that’s normal, I told myself. He was inhumanly attractive. It was normal for anyone to be affected this way.

  “Please sit down, my lady.” He gestured to the seat across his desk.

  I thought about telling him I wanted to stand, saw the glint in his eyes, and knew the prince was just waiting for me to disobey him.

  Since I wasn’t sure I was up to a spanking right now, I said promptly, “Thank you, Your Highness.” I took a seat as ordered.

  “Good girl,” the prince murmured.

  The words should have made me bristle but instead my stupid body heated up, as if the prince’s approval was something it longed for.

  “Congratulations on completing the course,” the prince continued. “I have taken that one as well and I know it is not easy for a foreigner to finish.”

  Unused to receiving such a straightforward compliment from the prince, I mumbled, “Thank you.”

  “However…”

  I grimaced. I should have known there was a catch.

  The prince clasped his hands behind his back. “I would like to know how you learn about the internship.”

  Oh. Even as I wondered why it had to matter, I nevertheless told him about Prince Michael of Layla, who had visited the palace several times last week during his official visit. He had been very friendly and when I mentioned about my interest in history, he told me about the joint project his kingdom had with Kivr.

  “And this internship, you will be under whose supervision?”

  “Prince Michael, Your Highness.”

  “I see.”

  I frowned at the ambiguity of his answer. “So…do you approve?”

  “No.”

  My eyebrows shot up. “Why not?” Wasn’t this what he wanted? For me to do stuff that was “worthy” of daughters of the royal family?

  The prince shrugged. “It is enough that I said no.”

  Now I wasn’t just confused but suspicious, too. “I don’t get it,” I declared bluntly. “Last time we talked, you told me you want to be more involved with royal duties and now that---”

  His voice chilly, the prince demanded, “Do I have to remind you my word is law, milady?”

  Bastard, I thought. But then something occurred to me, a painful but possible truth and I asked tightly, “Is it because you’re afraid I’d end up embarrassing you if I do something wrong and your precious royal family would be a laughingstock?”

  “Those are your words,” the prince said icily, “not mine.”

  Those are your words, not mine. I made a face as I mimicked him. I knew I was being childish but I couldn’t help it. Anger was my only defense to keep myself from dwelling on the hurt. More and more I was beginning to believe I had hit upon the truth the first try.

  The prince didn’t believe in me.

  “You are bordering again on disobedience, Lady Ella.”

  “Yeah, well, what’s new?” I muttered.

  His jaw clenched. “When are you going to stop---”

  “Stop being what?” I said nastily. “Stop being myself?” Self-disgust filled me. God, I had been so excited to see his reaction at my accomplishments, so excited at the thought that today might just be the day he’d…

  Shit.

  I jumped to my feet. “Forget it.”

  “Lady Ella, calm yourself.” The prince’s voice held a note of warning.

  “Go to hell.” I was done with this, done with him.

  I stomped towards the door, but halfway across the room, the prince said behind me, “Be reminded that disobedience of the prince’s word is also equivalent to treason in this kingdom.” A dangerous pause. “And the mood I am in, you will not want to dare me.”

  I froze, tears of helpless rage burning in my eyes.

  I heard the prince’s footsteps, but even though I saw him stop in front of me, I didn’t look up. I didn’t want him to see me crying.

  “You are overly emotional, milady.”

  Since
that was kind of true but I didn’t want him to be right, I didn’t answer, just kept glaring at the floor while I continued to fight back tears.

  “It is not right for you to be under the supervision of another prince when you are a member of my family.”

  My head shot up at his words.

  “That is the reason of my refusal. That alone and nothing like the nonsense you started spouting the moment you came to my study.” The prince’s tone held a note of censure as he said, “The chip on your shoulder is too big, milady.”

  Head still reeling at what I thought he was saying, I ignored his last insult and focused on the most important fact. “Then…you don’t mind if---”

  His face softening marginally, the prince said, “I will be proud to have you speak about the kingdom’s history to those who wish to learn it but only---” The prince’s voice became hard. “And I do mean only under my supervision. It is my only condition, and if you agree, I shall inform the head of the project about your intended involvement.”

  “Of course I agree.” I shook my head incredulously. “I can’t believe that’s what you’re objecting to. It’s crazy. You know that, right? You just want to be the one who orders me around and not other people?”

  The prince shrugged.

  A choked laugh escaped me.

  His eyes blazed.

  I stopped laughing, asking nervously, “W-what is it?”

  “That’s the first time I heard you laugh.”

  I froze.

  “Do it again.”

  And because it was such a silly command, I ended up laughing again, a little more nervously than before. “You’re crazy,” I told him. Did he really think people could laugh at command?

  “That is the second time you’ve called me crazy,” the prince murmured lazily. “You know I’ve sent men to the execution block for far less than that?”

  My jaw dropped not because I was seriously scared but because I couldn’t believe he could be that petty.