Stepbrother Prince : Cinderella Made Smutty Page 8

  My back arched when the prince’s head moved down again, nuzzling the valley between my breasts before moving to the left and capturing one pouting nipple. He started to suck and I arched again. I only fell back against the bed when he lifted his mouth but soon, I was gasping and arching against him again as the prince started suckling on my other nipple.

  My fingers dove into his hair as I clutched his head to my breast. Oh, the things he made me feel with his mouth on my nipple. I shuddered, I clung, I begged, I moaned, but he never stopped. By the time he moved down again, I was a writhing mess and so, so wet I knew the bed sheet under my naked body must be drenched by now.

  I wanted him so badly, but when he parted my thighs, my instincts rose to the fore and I tried keeping them close.

  The prince shook his head. “Open them for me.” A growled command, telling me the prince would not take no for an answer. And God oh God, but it worked on me, the authority in his voice making my legs fall wide open.

  I held my breath when I felt the prince’s gaze on my quivering pussy. Oh, how long he stared. It was such a small part of my body but he was looking at it like there was so much to study, so much to learn---

  Suddenly his hands moved, pulling the folds wide open.

  I gasped. “Stop---”

  But the prince kept pulling the folds wider apart until all I could do was moan at how exposed he left me.

  “Do you feel it?” the prince asked thickly. “How open you are?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “It has to be that way,” he gritted out, “because I’m that big. And I want you to be accustomed to my size.”

  Ooooooooh.

  “Now, hold it for me, ukhayyah.”

  At his command, I replaced his hands, trying my best to keep myself as open---

  The prince slid two fingers inside of me.

  I screamed.

  “No,” the prince said sharply when my fingers started to slip. “Keep it open.” He slapped the side of my hip, and I bit my lip at the way the twinge of pain made my hips jerk and pull my folds wider apart again.

  God, how sick I was, but I couldn’t help it. I was so out of my mind with need, I just wanted to please my stepbrother prince more and more.

  The prince started to move his fingers, slowly at first, his eyes on my face. When I started to relax, he slid another finger inside, making me moan.

  “You like that, ukhayyah?”

  Head tossing and turning against the pillows, I moaned, “Yes.”

  With each thrust, he pushed his fingers deeper and faster. “Does it make you full?” he growled.

  “Yeees---”

  “But this isn’t as thick my cock yet,” the prince purred.

  I whimpered.

  “So do I add another finger? Do I fist you, milady?”

  “Yes!” This time, I screamed the word out, my body aching to the point of agony at hearing the prince speak so explicitly.

  His laugh was cruelly beautiful, but it only made him want me more.

  “Please.” I had no pride left as I begged the prince. I wanted him so bad---

  “Aaaaaaah!” I moaned as the prince started fisting me. Hard, deep, rough – just like how I imagined he would take me.

  “Khal.” I cried his name out as I let go of my folds, needing to clutch his shoulders so I could use it to balance myself while I started pushing my hips up, wanting his hand as deep inside me as possible.

  “Khal.” Oh God, the way he was fucking me with his hand. I never thought it would be this beautiful, this powerful---

  “Khal!” I could feel it, my first orgasm rising like a tidal wave from the deepest part of me, spreading like wildfire inside my system---

  The prince suddenly ground his mouth over mine and at the same time thrust his hand so deep his fingers brushed against my hymen.

  I screamed.

  I came.

  And then I couldn’t stop either, screaming, coming, my body rocking against his as wave after wave of pleasure slammed down on my body. I sobbed as my creamy come gushed out of me, making my thighs tremble hard at the sheer force of the flow.

  Even when the prince pulled his hand out of my pussy, I was still coming.

  “You’re so damn easy to please,” the prince gritted out, but the way he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off my face told me his words were more a compliment than anything else.

  The prince bent his head and, biting my earlobe, he whispered, “But that’s good. That’s exactly how I like it. Exactly how I need you to be because I’ll do this---”

  And before I could understand what he was talking about, the prince was pushing my thighs wide open again.

  His cock slid inside my pussy, my come easing his passage. I sucked my breath when I felt the tip brushing against the barrier of my virginity.

  “Khal.” I was afraid and excited at the same time.

  The prince withdrew a little, making me feel empty, and then he was sliding back into me, his cock driving down hard---

  “AAAAAH!”

  His cock tore through the barrier in one thrust, and he slid all the way in, my well-lubricated and practiced pussy able to take the entire length of his member.

  Oh God, oh God. I had never felt this full. Never thought I could feel this full actually.

  “Ella.” The prince was looking down on me, his jaw clenched hard, his muscles bunched as he fought to remain still. When I looked up, he asked tightly, “Did it hurt a lot?”

  I shook my head.

  “Does it still hurt now?”

  “Just…a bit.”

  He nodded. “It will pass.” A savage kind of possessiveness gleamed in his eyes as he said roughly, “You are mine now.”

  “I’m yours,” I agreed shakily, my fingers digging deeper into his back.

  “I took your virginity.”

  “I wanted you to.”

  “I’m never going to let you go.”

  “I don’t want you to.”

  Our gazes meeting, he started to move, and I held my breath, expecting my pussy to ache the way it did when he tore my hymen.

  But it didn’t.

  My eyes widened as the prince was able to pull out completely and then slide back in and I didn’t even experience a bit of discomfort. Instead, I felt something to stir inside of me.

  “Ella…” The prince demanded my attention with a hiss. When I looked up at him again, he sucked my breath, and I knew he had seen it on my face – wonder at how it felt so good---

  “Ella.” This time he groaned my name as he pulled out the second time and slid back in. This time I moaned with him.

  My eyes drifted closed, my fingers digging crescent marks on his smooth hard back as my legs snaked around his waist.

  “Khal.”

  His name acted like a cue, and the prince started thrusting in and out of my pussy, his thrusts deep and steady. I clung to him harder, rocking my body against him, rubbing my pussy against hardness, silently begging him not to be gentle.

  “Temptress.” An accusation, but he uttered the word with savage tenderness. Our bodies began to rock against each other, his thrusts turning wilder as his cock reached all the way to my womb.

  When I felt it again, that familiar, exciting, terrifying sensation of having your orgasm build inside your body, rising and rising---

  My breath caught and then I sobbed out, “Khal.”

  The prince shuddered over me. “Say it again.” He dug his hands under my body and squeezing my bottom, he said harshly, “Say my name, milady.”

  “Khal.”

  Cupping my bottom, he began pumping into me relentlessly.

  “Khal, Khal, Khal.” I cried his name over and over as I could feel my orgasm rising higher and higher, closer and closer to the peak---

  The prince bent down and latched his mouth to my breast, biting my nipple as he thrust deep into me.

  I screamed. “KHAL!” Pleasure of immeasurable proportions electrified my body, and I ground my hips against him
as I came. “Khal!” I started to sob, my orgasm so powerful that the world started to dance around me. “Oh God, Khal. Khal. Khal.”

  “ELLA.” The prince roared my name as he, too, came, his back arching as his cock pumped out its first load of come into my pussy.

  I sobbed harder.

  Oh God, the prince – my stepbrother prince – was filling me with his come.

  My thoughts disintegrated, and I could only sob his name and cling to him while the prince fucked me through his own orgasm, his cock pumping out an impossible amount of seed into me with every thrust.

  “Ella…” The prince’s voice was unusually ragged when he spoke my name in the aftermath of our first joining. He was on his back, having rolled me on top of him while our bodies remained connected, his cock still semi-erect inside my pussy.

  The strange sound of his voice made me lift my head, and I gazed down at him warily. “Yes, Your Highness?” Just looking at him made me feel all sorts of delicious things. I wanted him again, wanted to feel his cock filling me, wanted to feel him ripping me apart with the monstrous size of his cock.

  But more than that, looking at him made me feel…right.

  Like I had found my place, finally.

  The prince’s blue eyes were sober. “I have something to tell you.”

  I stiffened.

  “Tomorrow, the king and queen will be back and they will be holding a ball for me.”

  “A ball?” I repeated dumbly. “Is it your birthday?”

  He shook his head.

  “Then – what for?”

  “To hunt a bride.”

  My eyes widened.

  Holding my gaze captive, the prince said grimly, “One of the women invited will be my bride.” He paused. “And I don’t want you to come.”

  Part III

  Prologue

  Once upon a time, there was a prince, who was cruel and wicked to his stepsister.

  No one knew – not even Ella, the girl he loved – that it was a farce, his hurtful ways to protect her from his enemies.

  But now the day he had been waiting for had come.

  Ella shall be her stepbrother prince’s bride, and no one – neither his wicked half-sister nor a ball filled with maidens yearning to be princesses – would be able to stop this from coming true.

  The Invitation

  The whole palace was in an uproar. Not only was the entire royal family in residence, but there was also a mad rush to prepare for the ball. Servants rushed to and fro as they hastened to decorate the palace in time. Fresh flowers were needed, marbled floors to be scrubbed clean, and curtains of gold silk to be hung on every window.

  Everyone was excited – or at least everyone but me.

  “I wonder who the prince would choose as his bride,” I heard someone say from below stairs.

  The words made me pause, and instead of continuing to my room I bent over the balustrade and peeked from the second flight of stairs. Two servants were chatting, their arms full of fresh linen, and I heard the other girl answer with a sigh, “I’m only sure of one thing. The prince won’t marry anyone without a crown on her head.”

  “What about heiresses or First Daughters?”

  Her companion snorted. “Perhaps that would work for English royalty but not our prince. He’s always done the right thing from the start, and as Crown Prince his only choice is to marry another princess.”

  I didn’t bother to hear the rest of what they had to say. Picking up my skirts, I simply raced up the stairs, trying all the while to fool myself into thinking I could outrun my misery.

  The soldiers stationed outside my room bowed the moment I appeared – but not before exchanging glances between them.

  My smile almost slipped. They knew, I thought dully. I could see it in their eyes. They had heard me sobbing myself to sleep – every night, actually, since I had given myself to the prince and he had broken my heart in return.

  “Good evening.” I could barely meet their gazes as I greeted them. Hurrying inside, I closed the door and squeezed my eyes shut when I found myself alone in the darkness of my room.

  How was I going to withstand this, I wondered miserably. It had only been five days, and yet it already felt like eternity.

  Forcing myself to move, I trudged to my bed and threw myself on it.

  The bed dipped under my weight---

  And then it dipped a second time, indicating that I wasn’t alone.

  “Ssssh.” A hand covered my mouth, silencing my scream.

  The lights switched on, and I stiffened in shock when I found myself staring straight into the prince’s blazing blue eyes.

  “Promise you won’t scream?” His voice was soft but mocking, as if he already knew what my answer would be.

  I glared at him, snarling my answer against his palm, but even as I did it, deep inside I knew the truth. It was all for show, and by the way the prince’s eyes gleamed he knew it, too.

  For a long time we only stared at each other, his strong, powerful body relaxed while all the tension in the room seeped into my skin.

  His thin, cruelly beautiful lips curved all of a sudden, catching me unawares. With my guard lowered, his smile enslaved me, and that was it.

  The prince lifted his hand off my mouth as we both moved towards each other. I wasn’t sure who reached whom first, but suddenly every part of our bodies was touching. Plunging his fingers into my hair as his mouth covered mine, the prince pushed me down on the bed. We undressed each other without breaking the kiss, our movements more frenzied than proficient. In moments, we were completely naked---

  Aaaaaaaaah.

  The prince had entered me without warning, but it didn’t hurt at all, not with my pussy already wet and aching for his possession.

  Moaning, I arched against him, my legs snaking up to curl around his waist. The prince groaned, and as I strained up against him, he deepened his penetration. Faster and harder, he shoved his cock into me until all I could do was clutch his shoulders, gasping with every thrust.

  Soon, we were rocking against each other, the prince swallowing my every scream and whimper into his kiss. I dug my fingers into his back, a silent, desperate plea for it to go on forever.

  But it wasn’t to be.

  I could already feel the orgasm building, making my body shake hard against him. I tried my best to control it, wanting to prolong our union, but it was impossible. My climax exploded in the next second, and I cried out against his mouth. The prince kissed me hard as I came, and I cried out again as he sucked hard on my tongue. I cried with each wave of ecstasy, and when I felt the prince shudder over me, it started again, my body buckling as I came another time. This time, we came together, wildly, his hips slamming down on me as his cock turned into a beast, devouring my pussy over and over.

  He didn’t let me go throughout it, and I held him to me just as tightly. When it was over for both of us, our bodies humming with sated pleasure, I expected him to roll away, but instead, I felt the prince press his lips to my forehead.

  Oh.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as my heart slammed against my chest. I tried to deny it, but the molten heat spreading all over my body couldn’t be denied.

  I was still irrevocably in love with my stepbrother prince.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  I shook my head at the gruffly voiced question. If only he had, I thought. If he had hurt me, I might have a better shot at forgetting. But instead making love to him was never painful, never terrible or ugly. Twice we had made love now, and each instance seemed to be more heartbreakingly beautiful than the last.

  “I missed you.”

  Oh. I bit my lip hard. Dear God, but how could he say that so easily? I truly wanted to know. I wanted this to be over, wanted to stop the yearning and start moving on.

  When I still didn’t answer, the prince’s voice turned brooding. “Where have you been? It’s almost midnight, and I’ve been waiting for you for hours.”

  The words broke the spell betwe
en us, the answer to his question reminding me of the painful truth between us.

  The prince was going to a ball to look for a bride, and he didn’t want me to come. Humiliation washing over me, I tried pulling away from him, but the prince was too swift, his arms turning into immovable chains as he hauled me back to him.

  “Let me go.” My voice was muffled against his chest, and I was torn between screaming and crying. God, how could I have let this happen? Why did I still find him irresistible after what he had done to me?

  I tried getting away again, but it was no use. Over my head, the prince spoke again, his voice calm. “Tell me where you’ve been first.”

  Resentment hit me, and I lifted my head to gaze at him wrathfully. “You really want to know?”

  His gaze narrowing at my raised tone, the prince grated out, “Will you keep it down---”

  Even knowing he was right, I was too mad, too hurt to listen to reason and I found myself bursting out even more shrilly, “I was with Prince Michael!”

  Silence detonated between us.

  Something flickered in his eyes – something like pain – but it was gone in a flash, and I told myself I had just imagined it.

  “I see.” The prince released me as he spoke, and the abrupt absence of his touch left me feeling inexplicably and mortifyingly empty.

  God, I was so helpless.

  In a fit of hurt anger, I grabbed the covers and, wrapping it around me, I climbed out of my bed and stalked to where my dress laid discarded on the floor. Bending down, I picked it up and, dipping into its pocket, I pulled out a still-sealed letter.

  Whirling around to face the prince, I threw the letter at him.

  Raising himself up to a sitting position and looking entirely unconcerned of his nudity, the prince caught the letter handily. His lips tightening at the sight of the royal seal of Layla, he demanded, “What is this?”

  “My invitation,” I said coldly.

  In response, the prince locked his gaze with mine just before ripping the letter into half with slow deliberation.