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TWENTY SEVEN | KING'S COURT
One of the perks of being a mistress of a royal family member was that I was considered partially royal as well. I now got the 'Lady' tag added to my name, which the 'commoners' did not get. It also allowed me to be part of the Royal Court and watch the King make history.
Mistresses weren't allowed to express their views and opinions when the court was making important political decisions, however, we could bring the attention of the King to any pressing matters, even when it meant personal gain. I could influence how much workers like my grandfather made on a weekly basis and suggest ways to improve their quality of life.
I was excited about going to the courtroom today but was nervous in equal measure about my appearance.
"Here, doesn't this look gorgeous?!" My mother asked in an eager voice.
She paid a hefty amount of money to a royal seamstress to finish working on my dress in two days. I guess she was well prepared, just waiting for me to sign the co
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The Prince and His Sex Slave TWENTY EIGHT | BELLA
Why does my life have to be so fueled by drama? I just had a couple of hours of bliss with Ian last night and was hoping to ease into this whole mistress and contract thing slowly, but I am thrown in at the deep end with Bella's appearance out of the blue. To make matters worse, I felt like I was under attack by random women.I got up to walk out of the courtroom with a heavy heart once the session ended. Ian's attention was taken over by Bella and her father."Nadia!" Madelyn stopped me when I was about to leave. I thought Gia wanted to talk to me."How are you cutie pie? Need more--""Why didn't you tell me you weren't Bella?" Madelyn interrupted me."I am quite flattered you thought I look like a Princess even in my bedhead hair."I left the room before she could say more because I had a bigger problem to worry about. What the hell was her problem, anyway? She should bother Ian if she wanted to know why he wouldn't fuck her more than once
The Prince and His Sex Slave TWENTY NINE | THE FIRST TIME
When I woke up this morning, little did I know it was going to be the day I was going to lose my treasured virginity. Neither did I expect the pain or the savageness that accompanied it.It had been four long days since I saw Ian. Once he left my room with Bella, she apparently kept him quite busy. I would have probably acted pissed and barged in on one of their private moments if he was with her somewhere on the palace grounds.Those love birds were touring the kingdom and out of reach. I harassed the guards at his room the first day by asking them too many times if he had returned.I gave up asking after that. Her wit and charm probably enamored him so much that he forgot about my existence and didn't care to drop by even at late night. I stayed up two nights in a row, hoping he would pay me a visit, even if it was only to kiss me goodnight.Reality hit me quite hard then. This was how it was going to be. Stephen's mistress was on the side while h
The Prince and His Sex Slave THIRTY | BITTERSWEET
"Oh, my god! She's alive!" I heard Lydia and Julia's voices before they shook me completely out of my sweet slumber.Every inch of my body was on fire the minute I opened my eyes."Sleepyhead, it's three o'clock in the afternoon. We were wondering if you went into a coma or something." Lydia giggled, settling heavily on my bed."It hurts everywhere!" I mumbled inaudible words in despair, disappointed to not see Ian next to me."Did you forget Lydia is leaving today?" Julia asked."Oh yeah, sorry. Give me two minutes.""Two minutes? Take your time to get ready. We will have a fancy tea like how those fancy ladies do, and then you can kiss me goodbye. Get up now!" Lydia smacked me on the butt from over the sheets."Ahh! Please. Give me some time. I will be right there." I was too embarrassed to reveal my skin under the sheets. It was probably bruised everywhere."Fine." To my relief, they both left me alone finally.
The Prince and His Sex Slave THIRTY ONE | AN IDEA
Ian pulled me back into a comforting embrace. I wiped my tears against his shoulder and realized that he was still dressed. He told me once he didn't like sleeping with his shirt on. Not wanting him to leave me, I started unbuttoning his shirt.He caught my wrists and cupped my face. Was he laughing at me?"What are you doing, Nadia? Who undresses someone while crying like that?"My stupid tears won't stop even when he was mocking me. I rubbed my face against his neck, not able to bear the distance between us."I want you to sleep here, please. Take your shirt off!"He pulled my face away from his neck and kissed me until I was out of breath. Sudden arousal rippled through my body, bringing back memories of our last time together."I also want to sleep here. But you have to behave," He said, squeezing my nose between his fingertips.Behave? Why would I want to behave now of all the times?"Why?""You still
The Prince and His Sex Slave THIRTY TWO | RATHER BE
The much awaited day was here. I woke up bright and early and ate breakfast with my folks as I would not see them for almost a week.Lydia came to visit as well prior to leaving for wedding shopping. She was bubbling with happiness, explaining the quiet engagement ceremony. Everything seemed a little too good to be true.As we were lazing in the sun sipping tea and watching the hummingbirds near the beautiful petunias and hydrangea blooms, a servant came looking for me."The King wants to see you as soon as possible.""Me?" I looked at my mother anxiously."Where is the Prince? Let him know first. You never know what threats and warnings the King wants to give you.""He went to the town square with Mason but should be back anytime now," Lydia replied."Well, I think it's a bad idea to keep the King waiting. I will update Ian about it later."Both my mother and aunt called my name in a shrill voice as I was leaving."Be c
The Prince and His Sex Slave THIRTY THREE | A ROMANTIC GETAWAY
It was a glorious morning in the company of an even more glorious man. Ian was anything but boring. I had all my worries about not being compatible or have nothing to talk about types of worries cleared away during the train ride itself when I lost track of time in his company.My only complaint was about time, which was rushing like crazy while we are making precious memories.We stopped for breakfast by a mountain town with a funny name, Fludir. Nestled amid snow-capped mountains, pine trees, and serene natural beauty, it was a dream of a town.Once we stepped out of the warm indoors, Ian rubbed my shoulders as we crossed the street to the wagon stop."You seem to handle this weather okay so far.""It's freezing, but I love this town. You just have to hug me every other minute so I keep warm." I put my hands in the pockets of his winter jacket and pulled him toward me."Is that so? Someone told me yesterday that my smiles and words w
The Prince and His Sex Slave THIRTY FOUR | THE EX
Lyra helped me braid my waist-long dark wavy hair into a neat upstyle bun. It was good to get some expert help when I was so unsure about what to wear and how to present myself in a roomful of snobs.It was 11 AM, and I was still in the mountain lodge. Ian left at seven in the morning and asked me to get some sleep and join him at the Courthouse Square in the city center before noon.I covered my dark circles with some makeup but couldn't cover the tired look on my face.I was up till late at night thinking, and Ian was merciless in the morning. He woke me up before five o'clock and seduced me with those long toned legs wrapped around me, taking over my precious sleep time."Is My Lady ready?" I heard Mr. Prim's voice from somewhere, asking one of the servants. He was going to accompany me to Ian's meeting."Lyra, I got this. Could you please give the blue file over there to Mr. Prim? I don't want to forget it."Ian asked me to bring it
The Prince and His Sex Slave THIRTY FIVE | CHAGRIN
The rest of the afternoon dragged on with a room full of stiffs discussing the most depressingly dull topics. Ever since I saw Ian look at Catherine, my stomach felt queasy. Even the nonstop supply of coffee cakes and pastries that were brought in every hour didn't appeal to me.Ian suggested going to the library in this building or exploring the city with Lyra and Mr. Prim. I wanted to leave too.I didn't trust his ex though. What if they rekindled some old memories and ended up in each other's arms somehow? Someone has to play gooseberry and interrupt them from getting too cozy.So I subjected myself to torture for four long hours, listening and nodding off.The only thing I understood from all this was that many kingdoms collapsed all over the world, paving way for the British and Russian empires to expand colossally.Even Julia's grandmother knew this much, and her stories were much more interesting.Everyone in the room seemed to be div
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- The Prince and His Sex Slave EPILOGUE
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FIFTY FIVE | THE BABY
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FIFTY FOUR | KREMSBURG
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FIFTY THREE | SOMEWHERE FAR
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FIFTY TWO | SO CLOSE
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FIFTY ONE | THE BALL
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FIFTY | THE FAIR
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FORTY NINE | THE CHARMER
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FORTY EIGHT | THE PRINCE AND I
