Dirty Crown: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Royal Romance (with BONUS book - Rebel Rockstar!) (5 page)

As the material makes its way over my head, I find him looking at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman on the entire planet.

The hooded desire in his eyes is wonderful to see, and when he growls a guttural sound, I never want that noise to end. I want to hear Edward turned on for the rest of my entire life. I love that it’s me doing that to him. It might not make any sense, but that’s exactly what’s happening here.

His hands snake around my back and he slowly unhooks my bra, not breaking eye contact with me even once.

Once I’m more exposed for him, his mouth moves all over my body, kissing me everywhere, until his mouth finally finds my breasts. As he tugs and teases my nipples, I arch into him, trying to grip onto him for dear life, but his back is too broad, so in the end I’m forced to dig my nails in, just to keep me sane.

I want to scream, to yell out in pleasure, but I’m too busy just trying to calm down.

And then he makes it even worse by moving that amazing mouth of his down my body until he’s between my legs. Once he’s there, he doesn’t move. He stays there for a few seconds, just breathing on me, making me go wild.

“I can’t… I can’t take it anymore…”

He slowly, tantalizingly pulls my panties down my body, and I feel like I’m on fire. I’ve never felt so hot and crazy in my life before and the only thing that I can do is to grip onto his hair tightly.

He slips one finger inside of me, getting a feel of my hot, wet desire, and I buckle against him, trembling violently. How has he made me feel so amazing by just one touch?

And then another finger goes in, and I practically lose myself completely.

“Oh fuck!” I scream – not even caring if the rest of the hotel can hear me.

“Oh my God.”

His fingers slip out of me, but before I can protest too much, they are replaced with his tongue. As he rolls his mouth over me, using the most amazing pattern on my clit, I decide that I must be in heaven. There is no other explanation for this, there’s no other way that I can be feeling so good.

“Stop,” I finally gasp. “Stop, I need you. I want you inside of me.”

Luckily my words are so desperate, so needy, that he moves away from me, quickly yanking his trousers down before giving me exactly what I need. He thrusts into me, filling me in the most amazing way possible, and the hot pool of desire that his mouth has already given me starts to travel all over my body.

At first, he slowly pulls out and moves back in again just as tentatively. I moan loudly and impatiently. I don’t want to be slow and careful, I feel like we’ve been waiting around far too long. I pull at him like a wild animal, wanting him to finally give into the desire that he must be feeling.

He starts to move faster and more powerfully, which feels perfect, and it isn’t long before the intense waves of passion are crashing over me, sending me crazy. I yell, I scream, I growl, and before long Edward is doing the same…

* * *

I
wake
up with Edward’s arm wrapped tightly around me, and I can’t help but smile happily to myself. We’re both still naked, breathing heavily, and my desire for him is still running high.

I expected last night to have satisfied me enough to dim this passion, but it hasn’t. Instead it’s woken up a beast inside of me – one that really needs to be tamed.

I lean up on my elbows, just looking at him. How is it possible for someone to be so gorgeous and so lovely all at once? How is it possible that this perfect man is here with me? How did I get so lucky?

He starts to stir beneath me, and butterflies flap violently around my stomach. It doesn’t matter that we’ve spent the last few weeks only in each other’s company, it doesn’t matter that we’ve finally seen each other naked, it still feels like the first time we laid eyes on one another.

“Good morning,” I purr, smiling at him.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Better than I’ve ever slept before,” he replies, looking just as happy as me.

“I would love to always fall asleep with you.”

“Me too,” I slam my head back down on the pillow, feeling disappointed all over again.

“I don’t ever want to leave.”

“Then let’s not,” he jumps up excitedly.

“What? Leave?” I laugh.

“Neither of us can stay here forever – we both have responsibilities.”

Even as I say these words, I wish that they weren’t true. I wish that we could be together forever, because I love him.

Wait? What? Love?

I glance over to him, wondering if that random thought might actually be true. Sure, I’ve been feeling very deeply for this man, but is it love?

And the it hits me like a bolt of lightning that of
course
it’s love, and before I can stop myself, I hear my mouth speaking out loud.

“I love you.”

My heart stops and I wish desperately that I could get those words back in my mouth. Why did I say that? I should have just thought it, not said it aloud. What an idiot! What if I ruin everything…?

“I love you too,” he shuts me up, just as my mind was about to go into a really negative downwards spiral.

“And I never want to be away from you.”

I watch in wonder as he jumps out of the bed as if some great idea has struck him.

“I want you to be mine forever.”

Then he falls down onto one knee, and I throw my hands over my mouth in shock.

“What are you doing?” I half laugh, half cry with the overwhelming emotions that flood through me.

“Marry me?” He asks, looking deadly serious.

“I have never met anyone like you before in my entire life, and I need you to be my wife.” He sucks in a few breaths of cool air.

“I have had the best few days of my entire life, and I really don’t think that I’ll ever be able to live another day without you.” His expression turns pleading.

“Please agree to be my wife?”

I’m gob smacked, absolutely dumbfounded and at a complete loss for words, so I just sit there for a few moments, staring at him in confusion.

Then a bolt of bravery overcomes me and I find the word that I so desperately want to say.

“Yes, of course I will.”

He picks me up and tosses me in the air, while my brain tries to process all of this.

Mrs. Leighton.

I’m about to become Edward Leighton’s wife.

Oh my God, I’m about to become a princess!

I
don’t waste
any time in arranging our marriage.

I know that my mother won’t approve of me marrying someone that she considers a commoner – especially not an American – but I don’t care about that.

I love Faith, so, so much, and nothing will stop me from making her my wife. I deserve that happiness, and I don’t see why I shouldn’t get it just because of my title. Some of my life should be mine to live as I please, surely?

Either that, or the opposite would happen and she would love us getting married, and she would want to arrange a huge over the top wedding.

Even the thought of that makes me shudder with terror. I’m not the ‘grand wedding’ type, and I know for a fact that Faith isn’t either. She’s simple and sweet, the perfect woman for me.

So eloping really is the only option for us, and through all of my research I discovered that the beaches of Greece are the best places for us, and as I showed Faith the pictures she was over the moon too.

This feels great to me; I feel like my entire life has been controlled by other people and that this is the first decision that I’ve ever been able to make myself. And boy is it a great one!

Sure, it’s going to have ramifications, I’m perfectly aware of that. In fact, it’s very likely that there will be a huge family fall out for a while, but that doesn’t matter to me. Faith is worth it, and as soon as everyone realizes just how in love we are, they will be forced to forgive us I’m sure.

Everything will be alright in the end.

“Wake up,” I laugh, shaking her sleeping body.

“We have to go.”

“Blerg,” she replies, swatting me off of her.

“We’re getting married today,” I whisper happily, which causes her to jump up excitedly in the bed.

“Oh my God,” she cries.

“Come on, what are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

And then I watch in amazement as she gets dressed and packed up in record time. Not that she’s normally one to spend hours and hours preening herself, but this is something else. She actually manages to race out of the room even quicker than me.

* * *

G
reece is even better
in person. The pictures did
not
do it justice. My breath has well and truly been taken away, but we don’t have time to sit and drink in the scenery. We have a wedding to get to.

I have it organized quickly because I really want to get this done before anyone interferes. I don’t know why, but I keep feeling like the longer we leave it; the more chance there will be for someone to get in the way and stop it, and I
cannot
allow that to happen.

We quickly check into the hotel – well, I call it a hotel; it’s more of a beautiful shack right on the edge of the beach – and we toss our suitcases in, and get dressed for the most important day of our lives, both looking nervously and excitedly at one another.

Because we aren’t really the most traditional couple, and this isn’t a normal wedding, we decide to wear what we want to feel comfortable. Our witnesses are going to be the photographer and a staff member anyway, so it isn’t like we have hundreds of people to impress.

I throw on my favorite goofy cartoon t-shirt and shorts, and Faith has chosen a flowing pale pink summer dress, and she has tied a flower in her hair. She looks even better than if she was wearing the most expensive designer wedding gown in the world.

“Wow,” I hold her hands lightly in mine.

“You look amazing. You really are the perfect woman for me.”

She blushes brightly, which causes my heart to melt even more.

“You look handsome yourself!” She exclaims.

“I must be the luckiest woman on the planet.”

“Well, come on, we don’t have time for me to stand here and admire you all day,” I joke happily.

“We need to get hitched!”

The hour that follows is the most romantic of my entire life. The beach is wonderful, the ocean looks amazing, the lily flowers that I brought Faith just because I thought they were as beautiful as her have been received really well, and Faith and I have the best wedding ever.

The vows we speak out are wonderful and meaningful, and as I stare into her eyes, I already know that this is the woman for me.

Sure, other people might believe that we have moved fast and that we’ve done the wrong thing, but I already know that isn’t the case. I already know that we’ll be together forever, and it really doesn’t matter to me what others think about us. There’s just something so strong and so unbreakable there, that will hold us together forever.

We pose for a few photographs after the ceremony with only the wonders of Greece behind us, and I quickly find that I cannot keep my hands off her. She’s my wife now and it feels like every second I’m not holding her is wasted. I don’t even feel bad that we’ve done this without telling anyone, it just feels right.

“I love you,” I whisper into her ear, for what feels like the hundredth time.

I cannot stop saying it, and I love hearing it from her too.

“I love you too,” she sends me a heart stopping grin, and I pull her in closer to me.

“Come on,” she continues.

“I think that we’re done here, let’s go for a walk along the beach.”

As we amble aimlessly with the sand between our toes, I have this overwhelming happy feeling that I’m not sure I can ever shake.

My future has always been difficult and muggy to think about, but now it’s crystal clear and absolutely amazing. I can no longer see a grey, dull responsible life. It’s now filled with color and fun, and I absolutely cannot wait for it.

“So, where shall we live?” I ask Faith, not even caring that I have my duties, and I really need to stick close to home to be able to complete them.

I’m only focusing on what will make my wife happy.

“I honestly don’t know – or care,” she replies, looking as giddy as I feel.

“Wherever is easiest for you – you’re the one who has responsibilities.”

Ugh, that isn’t something I want to discuss, so I quickly change the subject.

“How many children do you want?” I ask bluntly, wanting to see that adorable blush once more, and as expected, her cheeks turn pink.

“Err… I don’t know. I guess it isn’t something that I’ve ever really thought about.” S

he muses thoughtfully for a second.

“Of course I
do
want children… maybe two or three. I’m definitely not one that will be able to handle a horde.”

With that, she bursts into a musical laughter, one that tinkles right through me, and I can’t help but kiss her once more. As we lose ourselves in each other, that familiar desire starts to course through me again and I feel myself becoming increasingly turned on.

“Shall we go back to our room?” I ask breathlessly.

“Spend our first night together as man and wife?”

Luckily, Faith doesn’t need to be asked twice; she grabs hold of my hand and practically drags me back to the bedroom. When we’re there, things quickly heat up as we start to lose control, but before things can get too far, Faith pulls back.

“Do you have any protection?” She asks, looking embarrassed.

“I just… I guess I feel a little weird with our chat about children, and now I’m a little worried.”

She giggles anxiously, and although I’m cursing this moment for ruining what was promising to be an amazing time, I know that she’s right. We really do need to start being more careful if we don’t want to have an accidental pregnancy on our hands – I don’t think that would impress my family in among all of our other revelations.

“I’ll pop out and get some,” I nod enthusiastically.

“You just stay right where you are, don’t move one muscle, and I’ll be right back.”

I have to really tear myself away from her slightly disheveled, post wedding look, which is driving me wild, but I know that it’s for the best.

I tear through the streets, moving quicker than I ever have before, desperate to get this trip over and done with. Faith is the only thing that’s on my mind, and I can barely concentrate on breathing and walking, never mind anything else!

Soon I stumble across a shop that sort of looks like a pharmacy, so I step inside and luckily I quickly find exactly what I need. Normally I would pick up a few other items to try and disguise the sole purpose that I’m in the shop, but today I don’t have the time or the patience.

I don’t even react when the guy gives me a knowing look as he charges me for the condoms, I simply keep my head in the game, focusing on getting back to the woman of my dreams.

But as I step back into our wonderful beach side shack, my heart leaps into my throat.

“What?” I pant to myself as I wander through the place.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Somehow, in that short time I was gone, the apartment has been completely stripped bare of all of Faith’s things.

And she’s gone.

“Faith?” I call out tentatively, praying desperately that I’m seeing things wrong, or that she’s playing some sort of prank on me.

My mind whirs, desperately trying to find a reason for why this would be happening, but each possibility is as terrifying as the last.

Has she been kidnapped?

Has she murdered?

Is someone about to bribe me?

After checking each and every room thoroughly, I find myself left with only one solution. I dread doing it because I know what a media storm it’ll cause, but I have to put my wife’s safety first.

“Hello? Police please…?”

* * *

A
s expected
, the media really jumps on my story. I suppose to the public it’s an interesting one, a mystery that needs solving, but to me it’s my life and my very real shattered heart.

It’s not just the prince who got wed in secret, with the runaway bride. It’s Faith and me, and despite what people seem to think about us, I
know
what we shared is real.

This becomes even worse when someone gets hold of our wedding photos, and the first image that I see of my wife and me are in the newspaper.

I spend that day a total and utter wreck, sobbing and screaming on and off all day long. She’s mine, my wife, and I do not understand why she just wouldn’t be there anymore, and it makes no sense.

That being said, the evidence is stacking up against me, and I’m starting to feel like Faith might have left me by choice, and that I’ll never get to see her again.

I don’t think it’s as simple as that, I really don’t think that she
just
left – especially as there can be no reason for it since she’s got absolutely nothing from me, not even on penny – but I don’t know what it is, and I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever find out.

The police have helped me as much as they can, but there is only so much that they can do with absolutely no evidence of any crime whatsoever, and with the media getting crazier every single day, it feels like my time in Greece might be coming to an end.

I don’t want to leave, I really don’t, because it feels like giving up, like I’m accepting that my wife really is gone forever, but I don’t know what other choice I have.

Mother is getting on my back more and more with each passing day anyway, she wants me back under control where she can keep an eye on me. Even though she found out about the wedding a few days ago, she hasn’t calmed down one bit and I know that she’s hoping I won’t do anything as silly ever again.

“Oh God,” I mutter to myself, staring out of the window of our apartment, just waiting for the car to come along and pick me up to take me to the airport.

“Where are you Faith? What happened to you?”

And the fact that it feels like I’ll never get the answers to these questions is going to be the hardest thing to move on from.