free from my men. That awful green boat-neck t-shirt stretches across her tits, not quite hiding their size. A faded, light green script is stamped across her chest: Toronto. She probably bought it in the airport, along with the rest of her clothes.
I motion to the guards while taking Daisy’s tense shoulder. I pull her back, and her tight little ass bumps right into my cock. Not here. I bite my tongue hard.
“Don’t say another word. Turn around and follow me quietly.”
Ten fucking years.
I half expected for her to scream for a lawyer, or make other ridiculous demands for a phone call or this or that, but then my father steps down from the dais and the fight seems to vanish from her limbs. She nods numbly.
We walk in stunned silence as my troop of loyal guards follow. Her arm is still in my grasp, and suddenly I think of dropping it to take her hand.
You just got her sentenced to ten years of hard labor. Do you think she’ll drop to her knees and offer to suck your cock?
Once we descend to the dungeons, Daisy’s shoulders begin to shake. The door groans as it’s opened, and she takes a trembling step down. The guards’ noise follows us, and I turn around.
“Leave us.”
My tone leaves no room for discussion. I descend the steps and close the cell door behind us.
Daisy whirls around, her eyes stabbing me. “You told me I would be sent home!”
“Yeah, I may have underestimated my father’s thirst for blood.”
“This is all your fault!”
I stagger back as she shoves my chest with all the force in her tiny arms.
“Right. I told you to sneak into my country illegally. I told you to bring your laptop with all that incriminating evidence.”
“Don’t give me that shit! You arrested me for no reason—”
“To save your ass from the mob calling for blood!”
She puts her hands on her hips. “Does my ass look saved to you?”
“I had no idea this would happen.” I rake my hand through my hair, suddenly irritated with her look of disgust. “Honestly, what did you think would happen if you were caught? You are just like those idiots who sneak into North Korea expecting a slap on the wrist.”
She flinches as though I’ve struck her. “I wasn’t planning to sabotage your country.”
“No, you just wanted to write an exposé on how backwards and fucked we are.”
“Actually, I was just going to write about my experience. And my experience so far is that you’re just like twelfth century England!”
Oh my God. “You did not just compare us to the English.”
Daisy’s eyes narrow. “Are you seriously going to deny a strong English influence? Even your accent sounds English.”
“Only to your uncultured American ears.”
“Only to like everyone who has seen Downton Abbey!”
“We are not English!”
The very suggestion makes me want to throw her body over my bended knee, yank her trousers to her knees, and spank her ass until my palm bleeds. Then maybe she’ll learn never to call us English again.
She rolls her eyes at me, and somehow that slight is enough to make me grab her skinny arm and yank her toward her cell.
“Let go of me!”
“Sorry, love. You’re our prisoner now.”
“Liam, this isn’t a joke. I’m not one of the girls from the village you can fuck with and toss aside. You can’t just throw me in there and let me rot!”
“I can’t do this. I can’t do that. You really have no idea how to speak to a royal. Perhaps you should have learned how before sneaking into our country.”
She yanks her arm out of my grip and stalks back into her cell as if she’s glad to be rid of me. The moment I touch the cell door, her eyes widen like saucers. My chest tightens as her face screws up like she’s going to cry.
“Liam—please. I know what I did was wrong, but I don’t deserve ten years.”
“My dad is dying. He’s not going to last much longer.”
Her eyes widen. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. He’s a bastard. My point is that his days are numbered, and once I’m king I will free you from this ridiculous sentence.”
She nods without looking reassured.
Can she even last six months in the quarry?
“I’ll think of something. I will get you out of this.”
Goddamn it, Liam. Do not make promises you can’t keep.
She’s not the first journalist to attempt something like this, but she’s probably the hottest. A smile pricks across my face as I lean into the