Thomas POV.
At an abandoned building behind the castle.
I glared at a guard. "Get me one of Monica's roommates, now!" I growled, clenching my teeth, I'm still horny and need to release whatever swelling on my shaft.
Five minutes later, the girl walked in alone, looking scared. Mom probably scared them with her usual warning, but, whatever, I didn't care.
I grabbed her neck. "Behave and do this right," I warned, spinning her around. I bent her over, I raised her maid dress, revealing her smooth backside, I've warned the one I've slept with to stop wearing underwear.
I freed my aching length and rubbed it on her entrance. " Ahhh…" I groaned deeply.
Monica, that green snake, had the nerve to mess with me and even planned to carry my kid? Unbelievable, did she think this was a romantic movie where something impossible is possible?
Once she was ready for me, I thrust hard into her. She let out a soft moan.
"Louder!" I hissed, gripping her hips and driving into her, lifting her higher with each move.
"Ahhh… yes… thank you…" she gasped, saying exactly what I thought to say.
I kept going, pulling her hair, loving how tight she is, no matter how many times I had her, unlike Monica whose entrance is very wide.
I pulled out and pointed to a nearby table. "Sit there and remove that cloth."
She climbed up, stripped off her dress, and spread her legs wide, showing off her pink two holes.
I moved toward her in satisfaction and started thrusting inside her.
" Ahh…yeah…" she moaned childishly, childish moans are her style, doing it repeatedly aroused me more. The other maids have their own styles.
Grabbing her chest, I squeezed as I went deeper, faster, harder. She'd already come three times, but I wasn't done.
I switched to her other entrance, my fingers working her main one. She groaned in both pleasure and pain.
I grabbed her leg, thrusting harder and deeper, I gritted my teeth as I felt it building. The table creaked like it might break. I don't care, I just want to release myself!!
"On your knees, now!" I commanded
She quickly knelt before me, looked up at me and opened her mouth, and I slid into her mouth, gripping her hair.
"Goddamn!" I sighed, finally letting it go. Yes! Breathing heavy, I grabbed a tissue, cleaned up, I glanced at her sweat and my release all over her mouth and tossed her a stack of cash. " Clean yourself and get dressed."
She smiled happily as she counted the money, she bowed respectfully, and reached for her dress.
I chuckled and left the building. She really needed that cash for body pain medicine, I was extra rough and impatient.
On my way, I heard Monica's pleading moans. I stopped and glanced in that direction. She was placed on a dirty table, her legs apart, and horny guards surrounded her. One was thrusting in and out inside her.
I laughed. She has already slept with all the guards around her. She didn't look upset, I'm very sure, she's enjoying herself.
Entering my room, I went straight to the shower. I closed my eyes, feeling the cold water on my skin.
"Allison…" I murmured. She's my next target. So innocent and pure… she reminds me of Father's white bunnies in the flower garden.
After wearing my robe, I picked up my phone as a call came through.
"Your Highness, we found her!" one of the guards I sent to look for Taylor my ex-girlfriend said.
"Alive?" I asked nervously.
"Yes, Your Majesty… but…"
She's alive! I sighed in relief and closed my eyes. "But what?"
"She… she's mentally unstable and married with a kid."
I raised a brow. "Mentally unstable?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. Always in a daze and barely talks. Although she's living well with her husband."
"Okay. Come back home," I said and cut the line.
Mom was the one who destroyed that girl. What she went through was more than enough to break her life. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth.
"Living well," huh? Mom must've offered her a lot of money and even picked a man to marry her just to keep an eye on her for the rest of her life.
Mother is the most powerful queen and also the most ruthless. Father always supports her, which makes everything worse. I suddenly felt sorry for my brother.
He won't be allowed to marry the woman he loves. Mom will choose for him, even though he already has his fated woman from heaven, the only one meant to give birth to him. But Mother doesn't care about fate. She once said he should find someone among the high class, and if she's not there, she will raise her middle finger to fate.
She even forbids him from dating any princess from the seven small kingdoms around us. Only from the second or third most powerful ones. She said she might manage the fourth, but not part of her suggestion.
She told me she wouldn't interfere if I married someone from those seven kingdoms, but she prefers other empires. My brother was her golden son she wanted to focus half of her life on.
Mother always does everything to get what she wants. She doesn't take marriage lightly. There are many princesses she has already warned to stay away from my brother.
I wish Ethan could stop her. He's the only one strong enough to do it. He's never been the obedient type, he has refused most of her orders since childhood. That's why he prefers staying with Grandmother instead of living here.
A wealthy family may be a dream for commoners to marry into, but for us, it's nothing but forbidden. Especially rich and powerful royal families like us.
My parents have the power to do anything, without anyone daring to confront or disapprove of them.
My brother and I are fated to marry women we don't love. Because in this family… We don't marry for love. We marry for power.