“Get on your knees,” he groaned and pulled me up. He then pushed my arms forward so that my ass was up in the air. I felt him up against me and the tip of his c**k was at my entry. “Have you ever done anal?” He moved his c**k up and my body stilled.
“No.” My voice was shocked and I reached behind me to push him away.
“Don’t worry,” he laughed. “All my lessons don’t come in one day.” He moved his c**k back down and slowly entered me. “Oh f**k, you feel good.” He groaned as he entered me. I fell forward slightly as he started moving faster and faster. “You’re so wet, Lola. You’ve been dying for me to fill you up since this morning, haven’t you?”
I moaned as I felt his c**k inside of me, hard and deep. This time wasn’t for my pleasure. This time was for him. I could feel it with every thrust and the way his hands gripped my hips. Xavier was ready to come, and even though he was rougher than before, I loved it. I closed my eyes and gripped the grass beneath me as he f**ked me senseless.
“Oh shit,” he groaned. “I’m going to come.” He pulled my butt back into him hard and I felt his whole body trembling against me as he erupted inside of me. He pulled out after a few seconds and I watched as he flung the se**n-filled condom on the ground.
We lay back in the grass, naked and hot under the midday sun. My body was still trembling from our passionate lovemaking, and I stared at him as he played with the grass.
“That was fun, wasn’t it?” he asked softly, his expression impenetrable.
“It was definitely an experience.” I nodded, unsure of what to say.
“I want to give you more experiences like this. I want to take you on journeys that you’ve never been on before. I want to learn the landscape of your body inch by inch, so that I could paint you from memory.” He leaned down and kissed my br**sts softly.
“Do you think that Monet ever made love out here?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being wanted.
“I don’t know, but if he didn’t, he sure missed out.” Xavier’s voice was hoarse and I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He was staring at me with such a strange expression that I didn’t know what to think. “Let’s get our clothes on,” he pulled me up off of the ground. “We should leave now.”
“I was having fun.” I sighed, sad that we were leaving already.
“We shouldn’t allow this to become more than it is.” He spoke to me, but I felt like he was really talking to himself.
***
“I thought Paris was the other way?” I frowned as I stared out of the window and looked at the green fields as we drove past them in the back of the Bentley Xavier had conjured up out of thin air.
“We’re going to the airport.”
“Why?”
“We’re flying to Romerius.” He shrugged.
“Oh. I didn’t know. I could have booked the flights.”
“The royal plane will take us.”
“You have your own plane?”
“Doesn’t every royal family?” His eyes were light with mischief. “Try not to be overwhelmed.”
“That’s not going to be easy.”
“Try not to look too eager, either. That will turn my parents off.”
“Look too eager?” I repeated confused.
“Don’t look too impressed,” he said slowly. “Don’t look like you want to go and pawn the silver and the gold.”
“Pawn the silver!” My jaw dropped and my eyes narrowed. “How dare you?”
“I’m not saying you will,” he paused and looked over at me, “but if you do get that idea, try and hide it.”
“You’re such a jerk.” I shook my head. “I couldn’t care less about a couple pieces of silver cutlery.” I shifted my body away from him and frowned. He was such a jerk. He always knew how to get my back up, just as I thought we were getting along.
I took a couple of deep breaths to stop myself from starting an argument and looked out the window. The French countryside was lush and green, and we passed field after field of beautiful flowers. I tried to tell myself that the trip was going to be fine, though a part of me had no idea what I was doing. A part of me was scared that I was making the biggest mistake of my life. If I was honest with myself, I knew that I was falling for Xavier. How could I not? He was handsome, sexy, and he was interested in me. Plain old me. I was a nobody, yet he seemed to have some attraction to me. It felt wrong and it felt crazy, but ultimately it felt amazing. Being with Xavier set my heart on fire. He made me feel like I was a sexy hot woman, and aside from some of his comments, I loved the power that I felt inside of me when I was with him.
***
The sky was a gorgeous hue of orange as we landed in Romerius. I stared out of the window eagerly, wanting to see everything I could of his country as early as I could. From what I could tell, it was pretty small and it was very green.
“What’s the capital of Romerius?” I turned to look at Xavier, who was reading a newspaper.
“Atlantis.” He looked up at me.
“Oh, wow.” I was taken aback by the expression in his green eyes.
“Not that exciting, is it?” His eyes crinkled and he smiled, the serious expression gone.
“No, just unexpected.”
“We’ll likely be put up in the same room,” he started, and I interrupted him.
“That’s terribly progressive of your parents, isn’t it?” I frowned. “I don’t know that many families would allow two non-wed people to share a room.”
“We’re a couple, aren’t we?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but still ...” I paused as I stared at the front of his paper. I grabbed it from his hands and I could feel my face turning white. “What’s this?” My voice rose as I read an article announcing our engagement. “We’re not engaged.”
“Keep your voice down, Lola.” He frowned at me, his eyes narrowed.
“What’s going on here?” I could feel my heart beating from a million miles away. “Why does the newspaper say we’re engaged?”
“For this week, we are.” He shrugged and reached down to his suitcase.
“But we’re not engaged.” I exclaimed again, unable to get over my shock.
“This week you are mine, Lola.” He reached forward and grabbed my hands. “You will do as I say and please.”