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  I pull on casual clothes and meet Bruno in one of the palace’s wide hallways, and we go downstairs, away from the guest quarters. It’s nearly two in the morning, and besides a few security guards here and there, no one else is around.

  “Why can’t you sleep?” he finally says as the two of us wander through the grand dining room, the table already impeccably set for breakfast.

  “I think it’s the same reason you can’t sleep,” I say.

  He stops. I stop. We’re standing in front of a massive fireplace, and we just look at each other for a long, long time.

  “The princess?” he finally says.

  “Katarina,” I confirm.

  Suddenly the air feels lighter and clearer, and we both exhale at once.

  “It’s not the first time we’ve been interested in the same woman,” he murmurs. “And that’s always worked out well in the past.”

  I stare into the empty fireplace, remembering. I’ve been with dozens and dozens of women, but the ones I shared with Bruno really do stand out in my memory.

  There’s just something about completely overloading a woman’s senses until she can’t take any more. The way a woman simply submits to pleasure squared, putting us completely in control as she comes again and again.

  I don’t have a particularly strong memory of any of the women we’ve fucked together — just of the sex itself. I think one was named Maria, but I’m not sure.

  “There’s no way we could share Katarina,” I murmur.

  Bruno just raises one eyebrow.

  “She’d never consent to it,” I say. “Bruno, she’s a virgin. She’s never even had a boyfriend, pure and innocent as the mountain snow. She’s not going to be interested in both of us, at the same time.”

  I can’t help but think about it, though. Katarina on my lap, legs locked around me as she rocks back and forth, the heat of her core pressed against my rock-hard erection, Bruno’s hands pinching both nipples from behind as she moans.

  Katarina riding me, whimpering with pleasure, then slowing, eyes widening as Bruno towers over her from behind and I feel the tip of his cock stretch her asshole, pushing her pussy even tighter...

  “Never say never, Dom,” Bruno says, shrugging. I swallow hard, dragging my brain out of my fantasies about Katarina. “I think the princess might only look innocent. You heard her yesterday, didn’t you?”

  I clear my throat, and we start strolling again. I need to walk so I don’t think about it too much.

  “I did,” I admit. “And I could smell her scent on her fingers afterwards.”

  Bruno shoves his hands into his pockets. I push open another big heavy door, and we make our way down a hall.

  I can’t help but think of yesterday, when she was in her dressing room outside the pool. We could both hear her panting for breath, whimpering and moaning, utterly unmistakable sounds of a woman in the throes of pleasure, so fucking beautiful I could barely control myself.

  And then, at the very height of her sounds, she gasped both of our names, one after the other. Loud enough that there was no mistaking it.

  I think Bruno might be right about our princess.

  We go through another big, heavy door and then we’re in the library. We’re just wandering the palace, no real idea where we’re going, so we wander past books and tables, illuminated manuscripts under thick glass.

  As we get closer to the end, the light begins to flicker. After a moment, I realize that there’s a fireplace, the fire lit, and I draw closer, frowning.

  In front of the fireplace is a couch, and as we approach, the girl on the couch looks up at us, surprised.

  It’s the princess, wearing a silk robe over a long, flowing silk nightgown.

  “Dom, Bruno,” she says, sounding surprised. “Couldn’t sleep?”

  I grin, shaking my head. Her lips part slightly, perfect and pink and full, and I’m already imagining them wrapped around my cock, her big eyes staring up at me.

  Then I’m imagining my cock in her mouth as she’s on her hands and knees, Bruno behind her, fucking her until she moans into me.

  Just like that, I’m rock-hard again.

  “Nope, couldn’t sleep,” Bruno says, and walks around to the front of the couch, then sits next to Katarina. The bulge in his pants belies that he’s thinking the same thing I am.

  I see the princess stare at it, then swallow. Yesterday I’d have been jealous, but now the thought of her with both of us just makes my dick even harder.

  “Me either,” she says, putting her book down on the table. “Just... distracted, I guess. Why couldn’t you?”

  I walk around the couch slowly, then stand there. Katarina’s eyes find the bulge in my pants, and I watch as her pupils dilate, her lips part, and she finally looks up at my face.

  I grin.

  “I think you know why, Princess,” I say. “You’re looking at two reasons right now. You could look closer if you wanted.”

  Chapter Nine

  Bruno

  Katarina gasps. She actually puts one hand to her chest, like she’s clutching her pearls or something, but at the same time her eyes widen and I can practically feel her pulse quicken.

  “I don’t know what you—”

  “Yes, you do, Princess,” I murmur, leaning forward until my lips are half an inch from her ear.

  Her lips part wider and her eyes slide closed. She swallows hard.

  “We heard you yesterday morning,” I go on, letting my voice get low and raspy. “You took a very long time getting dressed, and then you started moaning our names for some reason.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I thought you were gone.”

  Now Dom is standing in front of her, grinning, his cock practically bursting from his pants.

  “Don’t apologize,” he says. “It gave us some very good ideas.”

  Her eyes widen nervously.

  “I think you have the wrong idea,” she says, breathlessly. “I wasn’t trying to seduce you or something. I just had some pent up... frustration.”

  She swallows, and I take her earlobe between my teeth. She gasps.

  “I’ve never even been with one man at a time and there’s no way I can be with two!” she squeaks.

  “Just say the word, Princess,” Dom says, leaning over the sofa she’s sitting on, his hand on the back. “Tell us you don’t want us and we’ll leave, no questions asked.”

  She takes a deep breath and bites her lip. I release her earlobe and pull away a few inches as she looks from Dom to me and back again.

  “I can’t,” she whispers. “I have to stay pure for the sake of my country, for my people, for my future husband...”

  “You know why we’re here, right?” I ask her.

  “It’s not because we’re deeply concerned with the Inter-Continental Council,” Dom says.

  “We’re here because you’re in the market to be married, Princess,” I go on, putting one hand on her knee, the silk warm beneath my fingers. “Neither of us came all this way just for a good fuck.”

  “I can’t marry you both,” she points out, very sensibly.

  Dom leans in even closer.

  “You’re going to be Queen someday,” he says. “I think you can do whatever you want.”

  “Come on, Princess,” I whisper. “What do you say?”

  She swallows and closes her eyes, thinking about it, and I close one hand around a fistful of her red hair, turning her to face me, delicate and submissive, fucking perfect in every way.

  I kiss her, slow and hard. I push my tongue into her mouth, my hand still on the back of her head, as I move my fingers up her thigh slowly, feeling her tremble. Katarina moans softly into my mouth and meets my tongue with hers, letting me plunder her.

  Fuck, I already love being inside her.

  I end the kiss, her lips red and swollen from the force, releasing her hair as Dom leans in, his hand on her neck, and he kisses her just as hard and as thoroughly as I did.

  “Well,” he says,
as they come up for air. “What do you say?”

  She blinks quickly, looking from me to him and back.

  “Yes,” she finally whispers. “But — I’ve never done this before. Not even close.”

  Dom chuckles, moving his hand down her neck to her breasts, her nipples hard through the thin silk of her nightgown.

  “Don’t worry, Princess,” he says. “Tonight is all about you.”

  Chapter Ten

  Katarina

  I can hardly breathe. My heart is pounding, and I’m so wet that I’ve probably ruined this nightgown.

  They both want me.

  Not just that. They both just proposed to me, and even though it’s crazy and impossible-sounding, I think they might be right.

  Bruno turns my head again, and he’s not forceful, exactly, but there’s no question who’s in control right now — it’s not me, it’s them. He kisses me again, even harder than the first time, as Dom kisses my neck and trails his hand down my chest, just barely skimming his palm over one hard, pebbled nipple.

  I moan into Bruno’s mouth.

  “You like that?” he whispers.

  “Yes,” I say.

  Dom does it again, both palms on both nipples, so lightly I can barely feel it, but the sensation sends a jolt up my spine. I gasp, and Bruno bites my bottom lip.

  “I’d say it’s a fucking shame no one’s touched you before now,” he murmurs. “Because you’re so fucking ready, Princess, but I think I’m going to love being the one to ruin that innocence.”

  I moan again as his fingers slide under the hem of my silk nightgown, skimming up my thigh until he finds the crease at my hip.

  Dom takes both my nipples between his fingers, his lips still on my neck, and rolls them gently through the silk, the fabric whispering against the sensitive nubs perfectly. I’ve got one hand on each man, but I’ve got no idea what I’m doing. I’m utterly transported already, and they’ve only just started.

  “Spread your legs for me, Princess,” Bruno orders, his voice rough but soft. “Show me how wet you are.”

  I swallow, closing my eyes. Of course no one has ever talked to me like this, but no one has even dared use that tone.

  I open my knees, letting my nightgown drape between them. Dom pinches both my nipples a little harder as Bruno kisses me fiercely, and it almost hurts but instead it feels so, so good. He tugs on the already-low neckline of my nightgown, and then suddenly my breasts are both free, nipples pink and rosy in the firelight.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Dom growls, taking them in both hands. He squeezes them almost roughly, my nipples between his thumb and first finger, and my back arches.

  “You’re so eager to be touched,” he murmurs, still teasing me. “Do you have a lot of frustrations, Princess?”

  “Don’t stop,” I gasp. “Please.”

  “We wouldn’t dream of it,” Bruno says, his hand moving up my inner thigh. “Not for anything.”

  He swipes one finger along the very edge of my lips, just as Dom pinches my nipples again, and I cry out. I know I’m being loud, but I can’t help it.

  “You’re so fucking wet, Princess,” Bruno says. “Is that for us? Were you sitting in here, thinking about the things that the two of us could do to you, your beautiful pussy gushing like a waterfall?”

  I’m panting for breath, and he slides his fingers up toward my clit, circling it slowly.

  “I was trying not to,” I whisper.

  “Here’s the first thing we’re going to do to you,” Bruno says. He slides to the floor, on his knees between my legs, still circling my clit with one hand. “I’m going to taste your honey and lick your sweet little cunt until you come. And then Dom and I are going to trade places.”

  Without waiting for an answer, he grabs my ass and pulls me to the edge of the couch, pushing my nightgown up over my hips in one motion. Before I know it, my white panties are off, Bruno still rubbing me, slow and deliberate as he runs his lips down the inside of one thigh.

  At the same time, Dom locks his lips around one nipple and sucks on it, flicking his tongue back and forth over the engorged surface. I moan again, just as Bruno puts one hand on the inside of each knee, pushing my legs even wider.

  I gasp. Now I’m helpless, practically naked to the world, spread in front of both these men, but Bruno’s surprisingly gentle as his tongue starts at the bottom of my slit, slides between my lips and then moves in a slow circle around my clit.

  I whimper, my hand locked in Bruno’s hair. Dom chuckles, still licking at one nipple and pinching the other, his hands all over me.

  Bruno licks me harder and harder, my legs still wide, his tongue darting back and forth across my clit masterfully, like he knows exactly how to make me come in record time. I clench my hand in his hair, totally oblivious to anything but the sheer pleasure rocketing through my body.

  “That feels so good,” I whisper.

  Dom chuckles and bites my nipple just hard enough, pulling back as he does, sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure through my body.

  “So you like having your pussy licked,” he murmurs. “He better save some of your sweet, sweet honey for me, Princess, because I’ve got every intention of making you come with my tongue in your cunt as well.”

  Just like that, I fall over the edge, exploding, pleasure rocking through me with a blast, but Bruno doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down, but he teases at my lips with his fingers, gradually sliding a fingertip inside.

  “Please,” I whisper, back arched, my hand still in his hair.

  Bruno pushes his finger deeper and strokes something inside me that feels like a lightning bolt charging through my body.

  “You want us to fuck you, don’t you?” Dom growls in my ear.

  I can only nod, senses too overwhelmed to even talk.

  “Good,” he says. “I can’t wait until I’ve got my thick cock inside your tight little pussy and you’re moaning and screaming while I fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. But not tonight.”

  I’m back on the edge, my eyes rolling back in my head. Bruno slides a second finger inside me, stroking that spot again, and it’s almost like touching an electric fence.

  “Why?” I manage to whisper.

  “We promised to start you slow, Princess,” he says.

  I come again, my whole body jolting and jerking. I throw my head back and cry out, and Bruno keeps going until I’m completely finished.

  Then he pulls his head back, takes his fingers from my pussy, and stands. He kisses me without saying anything, and he tastes like me and it’s dirty and gross but it’s also hot.

  Dom’s already off the couch, on his knees, Bruno on one side of me. When he stops the kiss, he takes his fingers, covered in my juices, and puts them in his mouth, licking them off slowly.

  Just as he does, Dom strokes my other lips with his fingers. I’m even wetter now, so wet I’m afraid I’m soaking through this couch, but I don’t care. He puts his lips around my clit and sucks on it, making me gasp.

  “You’re fucking delicious,” Bruno murmurs, reaching over and taking a nipple in his fingers. “I’ve wanted to taste you since the second we walked into the throne room.”

  Dom sucks harder, and I can only stare at Bruno, my mind flickering in and out of thought.

  “And you’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he goes on, pinching my nipples harder until I moan. “I love watching you lose control. Especially when I’ve got my tongue in your pussy and you’re moaning for me like the wicked girl I know you really are.”

  “I’m—” I start.

  Dom licks me harder and then I come for the third time in a row, biting my lip and throwing my head back.

  “That’s my princess,” Bruno says, grinning.

  “I can’t come again,” I gasp. Now my whole body is jerking with every stroke of Dom’s tongue, caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. “Dom, I can’t.”

  He stops licking me for a moment as he pushes two of his thick fin
gers into my opening. I gasp as he fills me and curls his fingers inside me.

  “Are you sure?” he murmurs.

  Dom licks and strokes in rhythm, and within seconds I’m scaling new heights, shouting at the top of my lungs. I think I might be babbling, and I don’t know what I’m saying, but I come hard one last time for both my princes.

  Then Dom stops, slowly. He kisses me, just like Bruno did, then licks off his fingers.

  It’s so, so sexy, the way he does it, licking them clean while he stares me in the eyes.

  “I want you both to fuck me,” I whisper. “Please.”

  Together, they pull me back onto the couch so I’m sitting upright. I kiss one, then the other, both tasting like me, and I lose which one I’m kissing. My silk nightgown is around my waist, and their hands are still all over my body, spent as I am.

  “Fuck me,” I beg again. “I need you inside me, please.”

  They exchange a look.

  “Not tonight, Princess,” Bruno says.

  My mouth drops open.

  “Why?”

  “We’re in the library at two in the morning,” Dom says. “When we fuck you, we’re going to fuck you hard and we’re going to fuck you right, Princess.”

  “Plus, we promised you we’d be slow and gentle,” Bruno adds.

  I glance down at the enormous bulges in their pants.

  “I don’t need slow and gentle,” I say. “And I haven’t even touched you.”

  “I told you tonight was all about you,” Dom says, pulling my nightgown up, the silk sliding over my nipple. I shiver.

  “Make no mistake,” Bruno adds, pulling up the other side. “We’re going to take turns burying our cocks in your until you scream our names. Just not tonight.”

  “When?” I whisper.

  They both stand, pulling me to my feet. The rest of my nightgown falls into place, around my feet, and Dom hands me my panties.

  “Soon,” he says with a smile.