me as the photographer takes pictures. The knife slides into the buttercream frosting as he cuts a sizable chunk. He holds a large piece in his fingers.
Oh no. Not this part.
Too late. He presses a morsel to my lips, and I open before he can smear cake over my face. My mouth explodes with the rich vanilla-and-lemon flavor, and he keeps pushing the piece in. Something cold tumbles between my cleavage, and I recoil.
“Oops, sorry. I’ll get it.”
He reaches into my dress, his fingers sliding between my tits to grab the piece of cake. My skin blazes as he lifts it to screams of laughter and then pops it in his mouth. The glasses tinkle with applause again, and I barely swallow the piece of cake before Liam’s sugary lips descend upon mine again. Blood roars in my ears, my heart still pounding from having the whole reception witness Liam’s hand down my dress. He pulls back only slightly. “That’s easily worth at least three.”
“No cheating.”
“Fine. Seven, then. I touched them both.”
I’m starting to regret this stupid game.
We sit back down with plates of cake. I poke the sugared daisies with the dessert fork, and one of the petals slides off. Everything about this wedding is perfect. My eyes glaze over with tears and I furiously blink them away.
“Let’s take a pic for my Instagram.”
Liam’s phone swings in front of me, and I grab a random glass on the table to lift to my head as he takes a picture. He types in several hundred hashtags: #wifey, #romeoandjuliet, #loveknowsnobounds, #iloveher, #noonecanbreakus, and #newprincess.
Alcohol slips down my throat like oil as I drain the glass. I can’t believe I’m actually married. This is actually happening.
The dance floor seems like a perfect opportunity for Liam to win points, but it’s harder than you’d expect with the classical music. He waves over an aide after we open the floor and whispers something in his ear.
“Is Your Highness serious?”
“Of course! It’s my wedding.”
Looking pale, the aide dashes to the DJ in the corner. Oh God.
I glance at the head table, where the king is still tucking in his slice of cake as Rihanna’s thunderous voice crashes from the speakers. The crowd cheers as Liam gyrates against my body, abandoning all princely decorum to shamelessly grind his cock against my ass. Rihanna’s voice pounds in my chest as he plants hot kisses on my neck. I don’t think I can’t take much more of the crowd’s jeers, or my heart pounding for more of him. I can’t stop thinking of his hands on my naked skin and how his massive cock would feel inside me.
“Liam, can we get out of here?”
“I would love to, but I have a game to win.”
“Fuck the game.”
He makes a sound of surprise. “Oh Daisy, are you eager to leave?”
Damn him. “Yes. Let’s go.”
“It’s been torture all these weeks, hasn’t it? And now that we’re married, it’s finally okay for us to fuck.”
“It’s more like I’m tired and I want to go.”
Yeah right.
“Just admit you want me, and I will forget you’re forfeiting the game.”
Suddenly I forget why I wanted to win the stupid game.
“Fine, I’ll say it.”
“I’m listening.”
I’ve never seen anyone so pleased with himself.
“Take me to our room, Dirty Prince. I want every inch of you buried inside me.”
“That’s a tall request. You think you can handle that much cock?”
“I know I can.”
He touches my lips. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”
Then I know he’s remembering my lips crushed against his groin as I swallowed him.
“Take me to our room.”
He takes me to our room after a half hour of shaking hands and passing out wedding favors (espresso cups with an elaborate L & D in black lettering).
The doors slam shut, and Liam’s face transforms. His demeanor shifts as he grabs his shirt collar, ripping open his military jacket and setting his heavy crown aside on the mantelpiece as if it’s a nuisance. He looks darker somehow. Prince Charming, or whatever’s left of him, is gone.
My heart swells as he takes a couple swift steps forward. I’m ready for this. I want this. I run my fingers on the sharp edges of the crown.
“No,” he says in a hoarse voice. “Leave it. I’m going to fuck you while you’re wearing it.”
The jacket falls from his arms. Then his hands are in my hair. I suck in breath as his teeth graze my neck. My skin breaks out into a sweat. We’re going to do this. Oh my God, I’m