His Captive by Kiley Beckett

Author:Kiley Beckett [Beckett, Kiley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

At the archway that separated the intimate dining room from the hallway, staff congregated, their movements hustling and quick; tense, too, as if in anticipation of an important dignitary’s arrival. All of them wore crisp uniforms; light and white to beat the tropical heat, pressed shorts and black knee socks, epaulets, and gold buttons. They arranged themselves in an ascending file on either side of the stairs, adjusting their jackets and standing straighter, tilting their chins up and averting their eyes to the ceiling so they wouldn’t make accidental eye contact with the amazing person arriving.

But Pearl couldn’t help her own excitement building as well. With such fanfare, a true celebrity must be arriving, and she wondered who it would be. Royalty... What if he meant Hollywood royalty? Fast-flicking images flashed behind her eyes of all her celebrity girl-crushes; from boy bands when she was a teen to that Australian hunk in the superhero movies. The more she straightened her own posture in her chair, the more her butt wiggled on the seat and she felt the squelching of Julian’s semen in her creases. It felt like she sat in a warm, slick puddle.

A man appeared now, one she’d seen watching her from the balcony as Julian had escorted her from the beach after he’d prevented her jet ski escape. The man descended to the bottom step, hard shoe soles clicking on the expensive floor. He stood straight like a military man at attention; with a patient expression, he waited for the room to quiet.

When he was prepared, he drew in a breath, made the announcement: “Gathered guests, we welcome esteemed royalty, His Royal Highness, Prince Nursultan of the Empire Republic, Kunkhodzhastan, and his wife, Her Royal Highness, Princess Stephanie.”

Shackelford and Julian rose, straightened their tuxedo jackets; Julian flashed a look down to her and snapped his fingers. Do girls rise? She didn’t know...

Seat eased back, she stood shakily. There was an audible squishing sound from behind; she felt a cold trickle down the back of one leg.

She supposed she was expected to smile, but the tension inside her turned her face to a grimace. She didn’t want to be here. She was frightened. She wanted to be home. She’d been defiled, fucked in the ass by an arrogant, handsome billionaire, and while it seemed like a wonderful proposition when you said it out loud, there was a tangled anxious bundle in her stomach that made her intimidated by him.

Now there were footsteps from the hall outside the dining room, then two fast-moving soldiers stepped to the top of the stairs and stopped, heels clicking. They stood at attention now.

Oh, brother...

Appearing in the archway was a short but handsome man. Snappily groomed and tanned with sharp, hawk-like eyes. He had a black brush cut and wore a military dress uniform in drab olive, one with stripes and lots of medals. He waited, smiling, held out his hand to someone coming to join him, who she imagined would be the Princess Stephanie.

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