Claimed Princess
Page 12“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.”
“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
“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.
The only time I’ve seen her unhappy is at night when I won’t sleep in the bed with her. But I usually eat her sweet little pussy until she passes out, and that seems to stop the complaints.
Thank God today is our wedding day, because I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. Being able to touch her and kiss her when I want is a new experience for the both of us. We can’t seem to stay more than a few inches apart, and I’m okay with that.
A man can only take so much, and I’m doing all I can to restrain myself. When I hear her come closer, I crack the door just a little.
“Carlos!”
“Calm down. Give me your hand.”
I watch, and after a hesitant second, I see her delicate fingers come through the door. Her nails are painted a pale pink, and it’s a beautiful contrast against her soft skin. I take her hand in mine, and for a moment we just stand there, holding hands.
I bring her delicate hand to my mouth and kiss each one of her fingers before turning it over and kissing her palm. I close her hand around the kiss and let go. Once she pulls her hand back inside, I close the door and smile, feeling a million times better having touched her.
“You’re going to make me mess up my makeup!” she sasses from inside the room. I laugh and I hear her sniff. “I love you, too, Carlos.”
“I’ll be waiting for you, my love.”
“You better be there,” she says, and this time I can hear the smile in her words.
“Forever,” I say, and make my way to the aisle.
Chapter Nine
Heavenly
I sit on Carlos’s lap as everyone enjoys the party. I lean back, resting against him in an effort to ease the ache in my feet from dancing. After my last dance - with Romy, and it only lasted thirty seconds - I’ve been in Carlos’s lap and he won’t let me go.
The ceremony went perfectly, and I cried through most of it. I couldn’t help myself. Everything I always wanted was happening, and not only that, when I looked out into the congregation and saw my brother and his wife and Carlos’s family, I knew that we were all a family now. It was perfect. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">