Content/Rating: Mature – ‘NSFW’, graphic, smut, bad language, Angst
Setting: TRR Book 2, Chapter 11, in the Kings private box at the Opera House
Important My ‘Liam’ is called Istvan / My MC is called Viktoria Petit
Aw this was my first Choices fic and the first time I’d written anything creative in about 15 years, I was super-nervous putting it out there!!
Disclaimer: All of the characters belong to Pixelberry not to me as do the settings for the below (maze / opera)
No money / gain being made from the below, it’s just fanfic for fun.
Thanks VP 💖
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As she stood before him cloaked by the veil of darkness inside his private box at the Opera, her mind and her pulse raced. She wanted him so badly. And she knew that he yearned for her too. Before the Coronation Ball he’d made it quite clear that he was tired of all the pomp and propriety of Cordonia’s social season, and he wanted her…
She’d kissed him rapturously that night during their stolen moments alone together in the maze. Her mind transported her back to the heady scent of the palace gardens, the twinkling lights strung among the hedges, the cool night air chilled her skin, Istvan’s dark eyes were filled with passion and desire. She remembered the feeling of his strong muscular arms tight around her waist, his hands grasping her petite frame desperately, hungrily, through her cream and gold brocade dress like he just couldn’t get enough of her.
The Prince told her that he loved her for the first time as his hands ran through her thick dark wavy hair. She had been so caught up in the moment, so caught up in Istvan, that her guard came down; she whispered that she’d been in love with him since the first moment they met. His kisses had became deeper, more passionate, more intense….
Looking at Lady Viktoria standing before him, King Istvan was recalling the same thing… The time they’d spent in the hedge maze before the Coronation Ball had been amazing. There was no denying he’d wanted to bed her since the first night they met in New York, but this had become much more than simple carnal desire. Not only was she quirky and funny, she was thoughtful and had the biggest heart… She was also brave and stood up for what she believed in. She was exquisite. He’d never met anyone like her before. Sure, he’d had his share of covert liaisons with ladies at court, he was Crown Prince after all. And a handsome one at that. He was tall and broad shouldered, his dark skin inherited from his mother, his chiseled features from his fathers lineage; he was never short of women throwing themselves after him, but none of them had ever elicited a fire inside of him in the way that she did. She was simply beautiful; the way her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, those blue eyes so clear and as pale as the Caribbean Sea, her cheeks dimpled every time she flashed that mischievous bright smile at him, and good Lord, that figure… He’d never felt quite like this before, it was love. He’d looked into her sparkling eyes and felt like he could see through to her soul. He laid all his cards laid on the table and was blown away that she shared his feelings.
Secluded deep within the maze, Istvan had pulled her near to him; she could feel his heartbeat quicken. Viktoria had wondered if he felt as lightheaded as she did? She’d only had one glass of champagne but felt completely giddy in his presence. Everything had happened so quickly. Suddenly Prince Istvan’s hands were all over her, moving from the small of her back to caress her tight behind, moving fluidly up her sides, stroking her arms and rounding her breasts, his lips and tongue kissing and teasing her neck and collarbone the whole time. He had groaned and whispered her name over and over telling her how beautiful she was. She could feel him growing against her.
God knows she wanted him in that maze, every part of her had ached for him: for his touch, for his kisses, to be with him. She was so close to letting him throw her down and take her right there on the grassy lawn, but her mind was working overtime: they weren’t officially together and if their relationship was going to be taken seriously at court, it hardly seemed appropriate that the first time they were intimate was a clandestine romp in a few moments snatched away from a function held in his honour… The maze seemed private, but what if someone caught them? She had to work twice as hard as the true Cordonian Ladies to be taken seriously… They had to do things properly so she would be accepted as his Queen. Viktoria wanted him so much, but they shouldn’t take the risk…
‘Istvan…’
she half-whispered.
‘Yes my lady?’
he growled in a low, sensual voice. His hands were furiously undoing the tiny buttons down the back of her fairy-princess gown. She pleaded
‘Istvan. No. Stop. We can’t… This isn’t proper… Not here…’
He had pulled back and eyed her, dragged from his reverie by the urgency in her voice. Her crystal eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed rapidly as he stared at her. He had respectfully, if somewhat grudgingly, slid his hands round to her waist; he groaned in an exaggerated fashion as he leaned his forehead against hers.
‘Viktoria you are killing me…’
He pulled her into a tight embrace,
‘…but I’ll wait..’
She swallowed the lump in her throat and came back to the present… She’d played it so safe, wanting everything to go perfectly and they were almost there, but now it was all destroyed; left in tatters. She was supposed to be his. Istvan said he loved that night of the Ball. He was going to propose to her. And she was willing to trade her whole life from before Cordonia and dedicate her entire future to him and royal obligations. And then everything changed; it was a mess. She was stitched up, painted as a harlot unworthy of him. Shamed. Scandalised. She’d did nothing wrong, in fact she’d done everything right! It wasn’t fair. His hand was forced and now he was engaged to Madeleine.
Madeleine. That condescending, smug bitch, parading around, draping herself over Istvan like the cat who got the cream. She didn’t care even about him, only the title. Rubbing Viktoria’s failure in her face at every opportunity… Viktoria knew it wasn’t Istvan’s fault, but every time she saw them together, it wounded her, it stabbed at her heart and it burned inside her core. The truth was, being kept from him was destroying her a little bit more with every passing day. She’d maintained an upbeat appearance, kept her game-face firmly on in front of the entire court, including Hana, the Beaumonts and even Drake, but when she returned to her room at night and let that mask slip away, she’d cried so many times, she’d lost count.
He stared at her in the near-darkness. Her curvy hips and slim waist accentuated by the rose pink dress Maxwell had chosen for her. She looked both innocent and seductive at the same time.
‘I must remember to thank my good friend Lord Beaumont for this later…’
King Istvan wrapped his arms around her and gently nuzzled her neck,
‘Viktoria you’re all I’ve ever wanted’
he murmured leaving a trail of tingling kisses along her jaw, breathing in the scent of her hair. She smelled delicious and tempting; a mix of sweet honey and strawberries. He meant what he said, he was entirely captivated by her. His engagement to Madeleine was one of duty. Her beauty was undeniable, but she was deathly cold. Not like the vibrant goddess he held in his arms right now…
Viktoria turned to catch his lips in a wanton clinch, her heart pounding inside her chest, her mind in turmoil once more.
‘Istvan says he loves me. But he’s marrying Madeleine. That makes me the other woman. I can’t share him. I can’t bear it. I don’t deserve to be some dirty little secret. But I love him. God knows I love him with everything I have. Would it be so bad? It would be better than not having him at all… Wouldn’t it? He says he doesn’t love her. I believe him. He says that it’s me he really wants…’
His hands cupped her face as they kissed, his touch warm against her skin. She was so tired of fighting and feeling like this. All Viktoria wanted right now was for Istvan to make love to her and let her forget about everything else. Tears escaped down her cheeks as she gave into her emotions and pressed her body hard against his, longing for him.
‘Viktoria, you’re crying?’
She blinked back the tears, embarrassed that he had noticed just quite how vulnerable she was standing there in the darkness with him. His eyes were searching hers, full of concern,
‘What is it my love? You’re scaring me.’
He wiped her tears away with the back of his hand, pulling her close and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. She buried her face in his strong chest, whispering
‘I can’t be without you any longer, I love you and I want you, no matter what else is happening around us, no matter how it looks to the rest of the world, Istvan…’
He tilted her chin up to look at him, a broad reassuring smile across his handsome face,
‘No matter what, I love you. You are the one who owns my heart. You belong to me, Viktoria. Always. I am the King. We will find a way.’
Istvan placed his hands on her waist and leaned in to kiss Viktoria tenderly on the lips. She nodded, sighing gently as she responded to him. He’d never seen her cry before; it troubled him. For the first time she looked fragile. Cordonia did this to her… More than anything he wanted to make her happy, to protect her, to soothe her hurt.
His tongue traced her lips, then he kissed her hard and full of passion. Her body trembled, melting into him as he silently moved behind her, kissing her shoulders and neck, sliding down the zip of her dress. He helped it slip gracefully to the floor, leaving her standing there in her lacy blue underwear and silver strappy heels. Viktoria stepped out the dress and turned shyly to face her lover, half smiling at him as she brushed her hair away from her face, one hand covering her bust.
Even in the semi-darkness she was breathtaking; a vision of dark hair and pale silky skin. Perhaps the most remarkable thing of all was that she seemed to be oblivious to how stunning she was. Istvan had seen the way every man in the room looked at her, hell, he’d have to be blind not to notice, but besides, he couldn’t actually blame them… She could take her pick of partner and be swept off her feet, yet here she was giving herself to him. A King… With a Queen-in-waiting… He could feel himself stiffen merely at the sight of her. He grinned wickedly
‘Lady Viktoria you become more beautiful the less you wear… How is that possible?’
She was glad of the dimly lit theatre, he couldn’t see just quite how furiously she was blushing, standing there in her underwear with the King complimenting her; it was ridiculous she thought, and found herself a little lost for words. She simply laughed and coyly smiled,
‘Thank you, your Majesty.’
Istvan was done with talking now, he couldn’t curtail himself any longer, he burned for her. In one smooth movement his suit jacket lay beside her dress on the floor. He stepped forward kissing her neck roughly, grabbing her by the waist and pushing her backwards against the wall of the box, Viktoria inhaled sharply at his impulsiveness. The sound stopped him in his tracks, he looked into her eyes, she stared back at him for what seemed like all eternity before she threw both hands into his hair and kissed him so seductively, so sweetly.
‘Mmm Istvan’
she breathed heavily as he cupped her breasts in his hands, he could feel her nipples harden through the lacy fabric. He dropped his head to liberate her beautiful breasts into his warm mouth, running his tongue over her nipples, sucking one then the other; he could feel her body writhe against him in pleasure, her head tilted back. He ran his tongue between her breasts up her throat, finding her mouth again in another deep and yearning kiss.
She raked her hands over his muscular back pulling his shirt from his trousers. She moved her hands underneath the luxurious fabric, he let out a soft moan at the scrape of her nails down his back, it was like electricity was surging from her fingertips, coursing through him. He pushed himself against her, letting her feel how hard she had made him. She responded by reaching down and stroking him ever so lightly through his suit trousers. He almost lost control of himself, he’d craved her touch for so long. He buried his face in her neck, licking, kissing, teasing her as she unbuttoned his shirt. She pulled his tie off and pushed his shirt away from his broad shoulders.
‘Istvan… You’re…’
she faltered, her brain was running too fast, he was magnificent. Strapping. His flawless dark skin glistened in the dim light. Viktoria felt her entire body develop a pulse as she gazed at his torso, a little lost for words and entranced by his defined abs.
‘Yes?’
he grinned at her, he was in great shape and he knew it… She smiled
‘you’re way too hot to be a king!’
He laughed, lifting her up with ease,
‘oh am I?!’
She was so petite in comparison to his stature. He spun her around kissing her, Viktoria wrapped her arms and legs around him, she could stay in this perfect moment forever, just she and Istvan.
He gently laid her down on the thick red carpeted floor, it felt soft and warming against her skin. He stood over her swiftly unfastening his belt and dropping his trousers. Then Istvan was on top of her. Her body arched up under him at the wonderful feeling of his skin against hers, of his weight pinning her to the ground, of his hot breath against her neck… He began to slowly grind his hips against her, his stiffness and the scraping of her lacy underwear in stark contrast to her delicate body beneath. It sent ripples of desire through her, Viktoria felt flushed, consumed by her lust for him. She had never felt so turned on before. She kissed Istvan catching his bottom lip with her teeth, lightly running her hand over his back, then spanking his tight behind playfully, just once.
He grunted and thrust himself forward at her strike, he wanted to be inside her right here and now, it was time to step things up a gear. Everything about her heightened his senses. He delved his hand down into her lacy knickers. Hot and wet, he slipped his fingers inside of her, roughly stimulating her.
‘Istvan!’
she caught her breath as he teased her, alternating his pace. Seconds later her knickers were gone, discarded, somewhere.
Viktoria was lost in him; absorbed in his dark eyes and the sensations he was sending quivering through her. He was everything she wanted and more, the way he touched her, the way he looked at her; she had never felt more alive than she did in this moment. She helped free him of his underwear, for the first time feeling his imposing manhood pressed hard against her small hand as he elicited a soft moan. She stroked him gently, her soft skin threatened to drive him insane,
‘Viktoria your touch is amazing’
he breathed raggedly into her ear as he lowered himself onto her. She let out a faint cry as he pushed himself inside her. Her back arched up pressing her firm breasts against him, her hands clutching at his shoulder blades.
Istvan’s piercing blue eyes were locked on Viktoria watching her expression change as he made her his; her eyes widened and her mouth fell slightly open, a mix of pleasure and pain as he moved deeper inside of her. He paused for a few moments once fully buried between her legs, he kissed her deeply, exhaling
‘God Viktoria, this feels so damn good…’
She was perfect and he’d thought about this since the night he met her, he just never imagined he’d be so in love when he had his way with her.
Viktoria lay beneath him trembling, her senses in overdrive as Istvan slowly started to move his hips, she rocked herself matching his pace, waves of gratifying heat rising through her. Istvan felt her enthusiasm, increasing his intensity, driving deeper inside her. Viktoria gasped and salaciously ran her fingers through his hair, she pulled up her right leg wrapping it around him, her high heel grazing the back of his thigh, the sensation driving him wild, Istvan’s pace quickened, she writhed under him, feeling like she would explode any minute now,
‘harder’
her voice was hoarse,
‘that’s it’
she bit her lip,
‘right there, harder. Don’t stop…’
Istvan obliged gladly feeling her petite frame start to shudder, he thrust into her deep and hard, over and over and over, she exhaled sharply
‘My God Istvan!!’
clinging to him as she came, the intense rush of pleasure surging through her again and again.
‘Mmm Viktoria…’
he watched her eyes squeeze closed, the flush that reached her cheeks and they way she tossed her head back in sweet ecstasy. The sensation of her muscles contracting around him as he made her come was more than he could bear.
‘Ladies first, but fiiiiinally…’
Burying his face in her neck, the scent of her hair intoxicating him, a few more sharp thrusts and he gave into a release so intense and satisfying, like none he’d ever experienced before.
He crumpled on top of her, breathing heavily, she snuggled against his chest, kissing his shoulder. He kissed her forehead and looked down at her. She looked even more beautiful, the afterglow of her orgasm all over her face, smiling up at him. His. They lay there quietly, tenderly caressing each other for a few minutes before Istvan rolled away, starting to gathering their clothing, grinning from ear to ear.
Viktoria lay there curled up, chewing her lip as she quietly watched him dress. He was the best she’d ever had, and she had fallen even more deeply in love with him right there on that thick red carpet. Her smile faded as a dark realisation came washing over her
‘It will never be enough.’
She knew now that she could never settle for being just his mistress.
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