Coup D'etat (The Alpha Prince) Book 3 (3 page)

“That is not news,” I say bluntly.

“Well, this is,” the gentleman says as he carefully reaches into jacket. He pulls out an envelope and places it on the table. “In this envelope is, well, an enticement for you to break off the relationship with the Prince. It should be sufficient enough to finance a comfortable lifestyle for the rest of your days.”

I look at the white envelope. I don’t even want to touch it. What the hell do they mean by “a comfortable lifestyle?” The gentleman pushes the envelope towards me. I look at it. Then I touch the envelope. My curiosity is killing me. I pick up the envelope and open it. Inside is a cashier’s check in my name. My eye wanders over to the amount - twenty-five million dollars.

All the breath leaves my body. My hands start to shake. This is more money than I would ever see in my lifetime. I would never have to work another day again. I could take this check and go back to America, buy a nice house and relax by the pool. The Prince would naturally find some other girl to fuck. After all, he is a Prince. He would never miss me. I am sure the Prince fucks dozens of girls a year. It would be insane for me to turn down this money. “That is a cashier’s check. You can deposit it into your bank today and start your new life tomorrow,” the well-dressed gentleman tells me as I stare at all of the zeroes in front of me.

My new life. What kind of life would that be? I would have a nice house. I could buy nice cars and not have to worry about any bills. My new life. A world where I can associate with the rich instead of serving them. I can hang out in LA with movie stars and moguls. I can be somebody instead of a nobody.

Every time I look at this check, I try to think of the person or the people who wrote this check. Of course, this check is written by one of the wealthy families who hope to have one of their daughters marry into the Mondorra ruling class. Wealth plus power equals invincibility. All that stands in the way of these wealthy people’s ambitions is my relationship with Prince Julian. And if I take this check, I would live the rest of my life knowing that I put a price on love. It would be the ultimate betrayal, not only against my own heart but against the Prince who called me his confidant.

The more I think about this check, the easier it is to come to my conclusion. I put the check back into the envelope and I hand it back to the well-dressed gentleman. “The heart of Prince Julian is not for sale at any price. If my relationship with the Prince should come to an end, it will be a choice between the two of us. No one else,” I say as I stare into the startled gentleman’s eyes.

“For the sake of yourself, and the Prince, I strongly suggest you reconsider,” he intones.

“There is nothing to reconsider!” I say with a rage in my eyes. “You take that check back to whomever gave it to you and tell them to fuck off!”

I stand up from the table. The Prince’s two bodyguards walk towards us. The well-dressed gentleman seems genuinely upset and even a little bit afraid. He looks at the two bodyguards. Then he nods his head slightly to all three of us while forcing a smile. “I will relay your message to my people,” the gentleman says as he walks off.

The bodyguards look at my reddened face. “Are you alright, Miss Rousseau?” one of the burly men asks me.

“I’m fine. I need to see the Prince right away.”

***

We walk back to the Ritz. Instead of seeing the beauty of Paris, I walk in a straight line, trying my best to keep my emotions in check. The bodyguards have a hard time keeping up with me. I feel agitated, upset and, yes, a little scared. When we get to the hotel, the bodyguards call the Presidential Suite and announce our imminent arrival. They ask if the Prince is done with his meeting. The bodyguards inform me that Prince Julian should be done with the Treasury Minister in about ten minutes. I’m too anxious. I wish I could just speak to him as soon as possible.

We arrive at the Presidential Suite. The security men, at the door, tell me to relax in the main parlor. I walk inside and find a bottle of chilled red wine and a couple of glasses. I think about pouring myself a glass. However, I am sure that the bottle is reserved for the Prince. The last thing I need to do is get a couple of drinks in me. Or perhaps getting a little wine buzz would be the best thing for a moment like this. The doors to the master bedroom open. I see the Prince take a deep exhale. “The Treasury Minister didn’t need to give me every line item of the budget,” Prince Julian says as walks up to me. The Prince gives me a nice, wet kiss on the lips. He immediately notices my agitation. “What happened, Amy? You look distressed?”

“Your Highness, I was approached by a gentleman on the street.”

“He did not try to harm you, did he?”

“No, Prince Julian. He knew me by name. He was from Mondorra,” I say as I take a seat. The Prince sits down next to me, holding me hands. He can tell I am visibly shaking. He tries his best to keep me calm while I tell him the story. “He was sent from someone in Mondorra. Someone very wealthy. He told me that these wealthy people did not approve of our relationship. Then he proceeded to offer me a bribe to leave you,” I say as a tear rolls down from my eye.

The Prince giggles. I look up at him in shock. “Is that all?! Amy!” the Prince says while giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “There will always be people who will not approve of everything I do.”

“I turned down the bribe, Your Highness.”

“How much did they offer you?”

“Twenty-five million dollars.”

“Really? They want to break us up for that much?”


“Yes. I think these people are really serious. I’m worried.”

The Prince stands me up and puts his hands around my waist. “You honor me by turning down that bribe. I know how much money that means to you.”

“Your Highness? Are you not afraid of someone with that much wealth and power who disapproves of your actions?”

“No. Maybe next time they will offer you fifty million. That’s not much money to some people in Mondorra,” the Prince says as he opens his bottle of wine. He offers me a glass. I take it. He pours each of us some white wine that probably cost more than my monthly take home pay. The Prince raises his glass. “A toast. To love over money,” he says as we tap our glasses and drink. As much as I would like to enjoy this moment, a wave of fear hits me in the face. I think about what the Prince said to me in the tub just a few hours ago. He wants me to be his confidant. He wants me to be a voice of reason. At this point, I feel that I have to speak up.

“Your Highness, remember when you told me that I should be your confidant. That I should not be afraid to tell you if you are being arrogant.”

“Of course, Amy.”

“Prince Julian, you are arrogant to think that this problem is to be ignored. These people voiced their displeasure. That was strike one. Then they offered a bribe. Strike two. In my country, there is a saying, ‘three strikes and you’re out.’ You are a student of history. How many times has a government been overthrown in the past one hundred years, in the past decade, in the past year alone? These people will not stop unless you stop them,” I say. All those words just spilled out of my mouth. I didn’t want to stop until I ran out of breath. So here I am, standing there breathless as I openly defy a man who is not used to being openly defied.

The Prince looks at me. And it’s not the kind of look that I am used to seeing from the man who has been my friend and my lover. He looks through me. What is he thinking? For the first time, I am actually scared of being in the same room as him. For the first time, I see the eyes of a Prince in the Medieval. In his eyes, I see the 800 years of royal knowledge, cunning and ruthlessness penetrating deep into my soul.

Prince Julian snaps his fingers. One of his men enters into the room. “Summon my Intelligence Minister and tell him to come to Paris at once.”

The royal master grabs me and runs his strong hands through my hair. “Thank you for telling me what I needed to hear.” The Prince draws me closer until I can feel his heart beating against mine. He lifts me up like some sort of spoil of war. A possession. He kisses me on the neck. My head snaps back. The Prince carries me into his bedroom and kicks the door closed behind him.

My royal lover throws me onto the bed. This is a different kind of Prince Julian. I am seeing his animalistic side. He tears open my clothes and ties me to the bed with my own blouse and bra. I feel him pull down my skirt and my underwear. I spread my legs apart as wide as they will go. The Prince runs his hands up my inner thigh. My lips quiver in anticipation. “When I find out who it is that has turned on me, I will be merciless,” the Prince says as he runs his fingers into my pussy. I arch my back.

“I will show you what a Prince does when he is angry,” my lover whispers into my ear and he fucks me with his fingers. The Prince licks and sucks on my nipples. He runs his tongue all over my chest. Then he turns me over and places himself right behind my ass. The Prince begins to spank me. Hard. I moan out my approval as every slap feels as though it will cut the skin. My hands still bound to the iron bed frame, I feel a helpless and exhilarated as Prince Julian continues to have his way with me.

The Prince bites down on my backside. I moan and cry. I feel his mouth all over my ass. He gives me a rim job that makes me slam my head against the mattress. Then I feel something press against my anus. I feel Prince Julian’s finger. He penetrates my backside. I feel his finger slide into my ass. Oh fuck, this is a whole new sensation for me.

I push my ass way up into the air as the Prince slides his finger in and out of my backside. My backside becomes the Prince’s playtoy for the next fifteen minutes. Every part of my body shakes as I try my best not to lose my composure. When the Prince is done with my ass he turns me back around and shows me his hard cock. The Prince straddles my chest and orders me to “kiss the tip.”

I obey my royal master. I kiss the royal dick. The kissing turns to licking. The licking turns into sucking. The sucking turns to mouth fucking as the Prince grabs the side of my head and thrusts his manhood down my throat. I feel every inch of that dick slide into my mouth. The Prince pushes his dick all the way down my throat and holds it there. “Your fucking mouth feels so good!” the Prince moans as I try my best to draw in oxygen.

When the Prince is satisfied he slowly slides that hard cock out of my mouth and slaps me across the face with it. That only makes me want to suck him off some more. I stick out my tongue begging for the honor to orally pleasure my master. The Prince rewards me with another round of cock sucking. I run my tongue up and down the shaft. Then I feel my mouth work its way to Prince Julian’s balls. I lick up every inch as the Prince moans his approval. By the time I am done, my mouth is tired. But my royal lover is just getting started.

Prince Julian unties me from the bed. My freedom is short-lived when the Prince pushes me up against the wall. I feel him choke me from behind as his hard dick enters my pussy. I feel a violent thrusting that splits me in two. I hang on for dear life as the Prince shows no mercy on my young body.

My knees get weak. I fall to the ground. Prince Julian gets right on top of me, driving my forearm into the back of my head. I have never been fucked this hard in my life. The royal ruler grunts and screams as he brings me closer and closer to climax. I want to scream but I can’t even make a sound. That dick is driving into me so hard that my body is under the Prince’s complete control. Prince Julian drives his cock all the way inside of me. He flattens out my body and proceeds to bring me to an explosive climax that makes me cry tears of joy. The Prince presses his chin against my back. He grinds his cock into my pussy. I feel his hands grab at every part of my body as we relax on our sides.

The Prince is tender but he is still intense. When I look into his eyes, I see the fire still burning in his soul. He gets up and walks into the shower, leaving me on the ground to recover from his spontaneous thrashing of my body. It takes me a few minutes to get onto my feet. I see the young lion of a Prince getting into the shower. As his dutiful young lover, I walk in behind him and grab a bar of soap. Prince Julian allows me to scrub down his strong body. He doesn’t say a word the entire time. He doesn’t need to. I know his mind is preparing for war.

***

Prince Julian orders a T-bone steak from room service. This is the first time I have seen my lover order red meat. He demands wine “as red as blood.” I nervously order a souffle and measure my words as the Prince and I sit on the master suite balcony. The Prince folds his arms and looks up into the clouds. “Your Highness, is there anything I can do for you right now.”