Novel & Cerita The Royal Tutor Fanfic

she teased. Carl caught her hand. “Where do you think you’re going? Finish what you started.” He kissed her then; fierce, insistently tender. She didn’t resist. Clothes were abandoned with careless laughter; the hush of the room wrapped around them as they lost themselves again in each other. By dawn the next day, both wore the comfortable exhaustion of people who’d crossed a line and found it softer than they feared. Carl was still half-asleep when the royal runner arrived with a summons from King Edward.

He still didn't trust her, even when the evidence of their promise was dangling from his neck. She smiled genuinely at him. "Remember when I told you I need you to protect me? I now have full consent from my father, the Duke of Rozenreff, that you will be my knight. I think that would be better than being in the street for your entire life." Tori was lying though because, by next spring, the Duke of Castaña Duchy would acknowledge him as his son. Though I loathe you, Rowan, for your wretched devotion towards Sabina before, I can't turn a blind eye to your talent and peculiar loyalty. I will make you mine and let that wench experience what Victoria experienced from the second male leads.

It's possibly standing in as the head manager of this colossal management company that comes with its own outrageous perks. Some of them include being covert while getting paid well. Also, not looking behind your back all the damn time. And the lesser know perks include flirting with royalty at your own will. The kind that the lesser people never have a clue about what goes on in the lives of royal men. I don't know what attracted me to Ryker. Under his dangerously handsome looks, and charming, easy-going personality, there's something insanely sexy about him. He knows how to control situations and manipulate things that suit him and his eclectic tastes. He always gets anything he wants and

His tongue ran across his bottom lip. “That’s sixty seconds I could’ve had your mouth doing something better.” My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?” He leaned in just a little. Voice low. “Tutoring. I meant tutoring, Miss Winter.” Cocky bastard. I opened my folder, flipping pages too fast to read. “Are you actually failing or do you just enjoy ruining people’s lives?” I muttered. He hummed. Low. Deep. “You’re not people.” “What’s that supposed to mean?”

It was the safest place in the world. With trembling hands, I reached for the journal in the side table drawer. The leather cover was old and worn, the pages slightly yellowed. Noah’s handwriting filled the first page. “Okay,” I whispered. “Let’s see what kind of idiot my brother was.” Adrien chuckled softly beside me. I turned the page. Day 14. The new tutor came today. I think I fell in love the moment she stepped into the palace. She is a beautiful woman with brown eyes and dusky hair. Kieran thinks she smells like paint, but I think she smells like roses. I swear she smiled at me.

"Think about it. She was drunk, heartbroken, and looking for someone to make her feel better. You happened to be there." I could see the wheels turning in his head, my carefully planted seeds of doubt taking root and growing. Men's egos were so fragile when it came to thinking they might not be special after all. "And now with Professor Ronan," I continued, "she has someone even more powerful interested in her. Someone with royal connections and academic prestige. Why would she settle for a future Alpha when she could have an actual prince?" "Stop." Jaxon's voice was pained. "Just... stop."

"My lady, the king had sent for a tutor to teach you the ways of a royal lady; should I send him in? Tamar questioned after bowing to Micah in courtesy. Micah's throat became dry; this has to be the highest embarrassment she has faced. She signaled the maids tending to her feet to leave. "Tutor? I didn't ask for a tutor." Micah managed to say when the maid in the room had left. "His highness seems to think you need it; lately there are words spreading around that you like the proper way of a royal queen." Tamar said without mincing words. Micah was quiet for a while… "Where is the tutor?" She asked slowly, rising to her feet, and slid her feet into her pair of shoes. "In the open field behin

Finally, he buried himself deep and came hard, flooding my pussy with thick ropes of royal cum. He stayed inside me for a long moment, breathing heavily, then pulled out and stood up. “Get cleaned and dressed,” he said, wiping his cock on my thigh. “Your etiquette training begins in thirty minutes. Prince Viktor and Duke Harlan will be your instructors today.” He left without another word. I lay there for a moment, cum leaking from my pussy, when I remembered the mysterious message from last night. The King is not who you think he is. The real power lies beneath the throne. Look for the black rose today.

“Not after what your parents invested to put you here.” “You know nothing about my parents and stop acting like you know it all,” I spat. “Then stop acting like this school is your enemy.” “It is,” I countered immediately. “Don't you get it? This isn't a school… not to me. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be involved. I just want my freedom back.” “Freedom?” He looked at me with concern. “Yes, freedom.” He laughed bitterly. “You never had freedom, Rowan. As long as you're royal, you are bound to the rules and obligations. How is that freedom?”

she exclaimed, only to shrink away like a frightened bunny from the seething fury of flames rolling off the woman, who just so happened to be her royal tutor. "Princess Luna, how many times are you going to fall asleep?! You're a young adult now, the successor to your father's throne, and it's time for you to start preparing and taking your royal duties seriously!" angrily yelled the Royal Tutor. With her hair pulled back into a tight bun, Luna could visibly see the angry veins sticking out on her forehead. The woman's voice was so loud that Luna almost fell out of her seat as her eardrums were about to burst.