Claimed Princess (Princess Series, #3)

“I’m going to cum,” he grunts, and I sink all the way down on him, feeling my own orgasm as close as his.

I’m getting turned on by the sounds he’s making, and it’s pushing me to the edge. I can tell he’s losing any control he may have had. I swallow when I reach the base of his cock, and salty-sweet warmth hits the back of my throat. I swallow it down and moan out my own climax around him. My orgasm rips through me, and my legs feel weak.

I don’t know how, but when I open my eyes I’m lying on top of Carlos with his arms wrapped around me.

“Heavenly,” he mumbles as he places kisses on my face. I look at him through heavy lids and smile.

“I got into your little secret room,” I tease, and feel his body tense up under me. I narrow my eyes on him. Then suddenly I catch something out of the corner of my eye. “What the heck?”

I sit up, quickly looking around. Then I jump from the bed.

“It’s not what you think.”

There isn’t much in the room. Only a bed with a few chairs, but up against one wall is a table with ten screens over it. I walk over to them, and my eyes go from monitor to monitor.

“Okay, maybe it is what you think,” Carlos says.

I glance over my shoulder to see him getting up from the bed. He runs a hand across his face, then through his dark hair.

“I started sleeping in here after I told you that you couldn’t sleep with me anymore,” he admits.

“Is that when you did this?” I ask, pointing to the images.

He shakes his head, and I swear I see him blush. “I did that years and years ago,” he admits a little sheepishly.

I look back at the monitors that are showing my house. They don’t just cover the outside of my home, but the orchard, too. The place I used to lie for hours and sometimes read. A few more cameras are spread out inside my house, too, it appears. One points down the hall at the door that goes to my bedroom, another in the kitchen, and one even in the little office I often use.

“You watch me.” It isn’t a question. It’s there on the wall to see. “And then when I didn’t come to your bed anymore, you slept in here to try to be close to me.”

I turn around to look at him, and he nods.

“So you’re a bit of a stalker.” I put my hand on my hips, trying to pretend I’m mad.

His eyes narrow on me. “I can’t stalk something that belongs to me.”

He issues his own challenge back at me. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. I don’t care that Carlos watched me. In fact, I like it. I probably like it way more than I should. It feels dirty and sweet, and I know it goes against what he thinks is right, but he couldn’t help himself when it came to me, it seems.

“Well, let’s just see how good you are at it,” I say, and I take off for the door.

I hear him mutter a curse, and he jumps back towards the bed to grab his pants. I slam the door closed behind me, taking off down the hallway.

“Heavenly!” I hear bellowed as the door I shut comes open, but I keep running. I can’t help the burst of laughter that erupts from me as I turn the corner and run right into Romy. I almost fall on my ass, but he catches me before it happens.

“Heavenly!” I hear Carlos shout again, and Romy’s eyebrows rise. A smile spreads on his face, and he knows something is going on.

“Only you can get him worked up like that,” he says, shaking his head.

Before I can retort, I’m being pulling from Romy’s hold, and Carlos punches Romy right in the jaw. I scream as Romy staggers back, grabbing his jaw.

“Jesus, bro. Your right hook has gotten even better since we were kids.”

Carlos lunges for him again, but I jump after him, grabbing his arm and making him stop. I shift my body in front of him, trying to make sure he doesn’t go for his brother again.

“She’s mine,” he snaps at Romy, looking at his brother over the top of my head. I see that my suggestion of marrying Romy is going to have some lingering jealousy issues.

I glance over at Romy, who is smiling but rubbing his jaw.

“Of course she is. Everyone around here has known that for years.”

At Romy’s words, Carlos glances down at me. I’m beaming up at him and can’t stop smiling. Not even when I’m a little annoyed at him. Life is just too wonderful right now not to smile.

“Are you going to stop hitting people?” I ask, rubbing his chest.

“Not if I think they are trying to keep you from me.”

I roll my eyes but keep on smiling. I’m not shocked Carlos punched Romy, and it’s not the first time I’ve seen the brothers come to blows. But it’s been years. Not since Carlos took the crown.

Carlos’s eyes roam over me. “Fucking Christ. You’re naked.”

I glance down at myself, and I’m definitely not naked.

“And I’m out. I don’t need a busted face. I’ve got a date tonight,” I hear Romy say. “See you later, sis.” That makes me smile even more. I really am about to become a member of this family. “Or should I say ‘queen’?”

Romy doesn’t wait for a response as he strolls down the hallway, leaving us alone.

“You don’t have underwear on under there,” Carlos snarls.

“Well that’s your fault. You ruined them,” I say tartly. His only response is to throw me over his shoulder and storm back to his room.





Chapter Eight





Carlos





“Don’t you dare open that door,” Heavenly calls out, and I smile.

“I just want you to come to the door. I swear I’m not going to see you.”

There are people waiting on us, but they can wait. It’s our wedding day, and I need just one more second with my soon-to-be queen.

It’s been two days of planning for the wedding, and we haven’t had much time alone. My mother has been buzzing around the castle and I’ve never seen anyone happier. Well, except for maybe Heavenly.