If you had any ties to Marbella, it was impossible for you not to have heard the stories about Prince Elias and his debauchery.
Every summer he arrived with his security detail and friends in tow and rented out a row of cottages near the water.
Cottages that belonged to my family.
Each of those summers, my parents sent me away - summer camp and later, boarding school. Anything to keep me away from the royals and their partying.
I hadn't been home in years, but when I finally come back for the summer, I see that not much has changed. Like all the summers I'd been gone, Prince Elias is back, but this time with an incognito security detail and no friends. This time, there is no partying, no noise, no crowds. No reason at all to even think he was there.
I'm given strict orders not to talk to him, not to even look in his direction, but he makes this an impossible task. I may be doing everything in my power to stay away from him, but there is no one in the world who can say no to the future King of France.
Si vous aviez des liens avec Marbella, il vous était impossible de ne pas avoir entendu les histoires sur le prince Elias et sa vie de débauche.
Chaque été, il arrive avec son service de sécurité et ses amis et loue une rangée de chalets près de l'eau.
Des chalets qui appartiennent à ma famille.
Chacun de ces étés, mes parents m'ont envoyée au loin - en colonie de vacances et plus tard, en internat. Tout pour m'éloigner des membres de la famille royale et de leurs fêtes.
Je n'étais pas rentrée à la maison depuis des années, mais quand je reviens enfin pour l'été, je vois que peu de choses ont changé. Comme tous les étés où j'étais partie, le prince Elias est de retour, mais cette fois-ci avec un service de sécurité incognito et sans amis. Cette fois, il n'y a pas de fêtes, pas de bruit, pas de foule. Aucune raison de penser qu'il soit là.
J'ai reçu l'ordre strict de ne pas lui parler, de ne même pas regarder dans sa direction, mais il fait de cela une tâche impossible. Je fais peut-être tout ce qui est en mon pouvoir pour rester loin de lui, mais il n'y a personne au monde qui puisse dire non au futur roi de France.
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"You're nervous."
"I am." I swallowed. "I don't normally do this."
"That's okay." His lips formed a slow smile. "We'll take it slow."
"Should . . . should I take my mask off?" I whispered.
"Do you want to?"
"Are you going to take yours off?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes." I let out a shuddering breath. "I think we should."
He didn't hesitate. His mask came off immediately, and even though I couldn't fully see him, I could fully appreciate his gorgeousness. He must have been a model. Or an actor. Or something. My rapid thought process reminded me of something.
"I don't even know your name."
"I don't know yours."
"That doesn't bother you?" I felt my eyebrows pull in.
"You're leaving to another country tomorrow. Does it make a difference? Will it stop you from doing this?"
"No." I pulled the mask over my head and tossed it aside.
"You're beautiful." The tips of his fingers caressed my cheek, my lips.
"You can barely see me."
"And yet, I know you're beautiful." He brought his lips to mine then and kissed me.
My breath hitched. I brought my hands up to his face and kissed him back, parting my lips to make way for his tongue to dance with mine as my entire body came alive. His kiss was electric, his touch an awakening as his hands made their way down my body, unzipping my dress and letting it pool at our feet. He touched my naked breasts and explored my hips, stopping at the elastic of my panties. I undid his bow-tie and unbuttoned the white dress shirt he had on, my fingers fumbling on a few. When I reached his belt and undid it, I paused, breathing heavily as he broke the kiss.
"You okay?" The tip of his nose touched mine.
"Better than okay."
"We can stop any time you'd like."
"I don't want to stop." I continued working on his pants until they met the same fate as my dress, and then we stood there, chest to chest, in the middle of a darkened room, with only our underwear on. "Do you want to stop?"
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