Sun shattered the darkness in his bedroom, and Kingston groaned as he rolled over, diving back under the covers for another few hours’ sleep. A squeal greeted him, and he shot up in bed, glancing around, his hand slipping beneath his pillow until the other head popped up.
“Oh, King! You’ve been so wicked… I will not walk straight for a week after last night.”
The black-haired beauty grinned beside him, the sheet pooled around her waist. His hand relaxed, and Kingston left the handgun tucked under his pillow. He forced a grin, even though smiling was the last thing he felt like doing.
“That is the idea, darling,” he pointed out. “But unfortunately, my precious, you need to go and I have to get ready. My new job starts today.”
“Wow… Isn’t this wonderful… And where is this new job? You aren’t working at the nightclubs anymore?”
“Sadly, no, but this one will pay the bills even better,” Kingston replied, knowing the new income would take care of him for quite some time if he could keep the job.
The nightclubs were easy, being a bouncer on the outside and security on the inside. The deafening music drove other, darker thoughts from his mind, and he could disappear into the massive crowds and forget a past he failed to hide from every damn day.
“Well… I guess I’ll see you around… handsome!”
The woman whose name he didn’t remember, scooped up her mini dress, threw it on, and, after blowing him a kiss, darted out of his small bedroom. A moment later, the front door opened and closed.
Last night was his final in this tiny hole-in-the-wall with so many memories of hazy nights and women crying out his name as he gave them all mind-blowing orgasms to make himself feel alive again.
Too bad it never worked.
Kingston ‘King’ Rossdale stood and stretched, messing up his jet-black hair, his six-foot-three frame making a shadow on the far wall. As he strode from his room to the bathroom, every muscle in his body rippled, highlighting the tattoos covering his back, stretched around his sides and down his shoulders.
A skull was situated between his shoulder blades, and from it sprouted trails of raging flames, consuming all in its path. The flames reached around his shoulders, licking at his pecs.
The point they reached his sides, they changed color, the flames dying down to ashes. Each ash mark was a count and only Kingston knew what the count stood for. He needed that reminder…
Kingston glared at them in the mirror, his fingers running over each one as he remembered their faces. So many faces that kept torturing him, awake or asleep, if he was lucky enough to catch a few hours of sleep.
When he wiped a hand down his face, he frowned at the bags under his eyes and the scruff on his cheeks. Every night, he went to bed praying the nightmares wouldn’t come, and every night, when the sleep came, they greeted him in vivid detail.
His fingers fidgeted against the sink until Kingston gripped it tightly, his knuckles turning white. The meds his doctor had given him were supposed to help, but after two months with no changes, he’d stopped taking them.
Now, he was trying to deal with it on his own and avoid a mental breakdown every time he dreamed of those darker days. Or swore he saw one of those dead faces watching him in the crowd beneath the strobe lights.
His new job would be in a quieter atmosphere, more controlled, and he wouldn’t be alone. When he was first approached about the job two weeks ago, Kingston had hesitated in taking it.
Though he was a highly decorated officer, he wasn’t necessarily the right personality for bodyguarding a shut-in princess. He wasn’t the most social person nor the best to be around a member of the Deltoran Royal family, no matter what was said about her.
But the head of security for the Royal family, Raoul, had assured Kingston that his position wasn’t for social purposes. They needed a man who understood that danger lurked everywhere and would be able to protect the Her Royal Highness regardless of the cost.
Kingston was that man, and Raoul put all his faith in him and his impressive military background, certain he would do the job as required.
‘Besides,’ Raoul had told him, ‘you’ll live inside the palace, have your own quarters. It will be quiet and you don’t have to speak unless absolutely necessary. I doubt you will even have to pull your gun.’
He closed his eyes tightly. Never having to touch his gun again would be the ideal situation. Breaking up a fist fight or two at the nightclub had suited him well. However, the time for a change was now, and he was going to take it.
When his icy blue eyes opened again, Kingston grimaced at the darkness in them as memories threatened to consume him. But not today. He couldn’t deal with that today.
“Keep it together, Rossdale…” he muttered. “New job, new surroundings. Keep your mouth shut, do your job, take the paycheck and get on with your life.”
After a few years on the job, he’d be living well enough to quit and leave that damn island.
Maybe forever.
It should’ve been easy, but Kingston had learned long ago that nothing was ever easy. Not for him. Not in this lifetime.
*****
As always, it was too much… As always, no one asked her opinion… Like she was invisible, made of thin air… Like she was a marionette. She hated being there, so exposed, so vulnerable.
God… So many people… There were always so many people at these damn gatherings, and each one had to talk to the Her Royal Highness, Princess Romaine Eloise of Deltora, make sure she knew they were there before tottering off into the crowd at the foot of the raised platform.
Princess Romaine, the only remaining child in the Deltoran Royal family, tapped her fingers impatiently on her thigh while attempting to keep a light and cheery grin on her face.
Today was to celebrate her twenty-fifth birthday, and when you were royal, the celebrations started early. She stifled a yawn behind a delicate hand, turning her head to the side in between greeting more people who wanted to see her in all her beautiful glory.
“Romaine,” the Queen, her mother, whispered, leaning over the side of her wonderful golden throne, “try and behave like you are having the time of your life. Stop yawning, stop fidgeting, and stop tapping your thigh…”
“Yes, Mother, I’ll do my best,” Romaine replied.
“Didn’t you have had enough sleep?”
“I did, Mother, but I didn’t sleep very well.”
Queen Dorothea’s eyebrow furrowed as she laid the back of her hand against Romaine’s cheek. Her eyes, the same light blue as the summer sky, reflected the exact same color in her daughter’s. And just like her daughter, when she grew worried, they darkened.
“I see… Maybe I should call the doctor… This celebration is very important and I don’t want you to come down with something.”
“No need for the doctor. I’m fine, Mother, I promise,” Romaine placated and patted her mother’s hand.
She tucked a stray light caramel curl fallen from her up-do back behind her ear and waited for her mother to settle back into her seat. Though she knew the Queen watched her, Romaine did her best to ignore it and preserve that smile on her face.
That was all anyone wanted from their princess, anyway… A smile. A wave to know she was happy and totally satisfied with her life behind these thick walls.
Now that she was officially of age to succeed her father to the throne of Deltora, Romaine knew what would come next. The years of being groomed for the throne told her life would be different.
She and her mother greeted several more families from the tiny island kingdom of Deltora, an old kingdom situated between Italy, France, and Spain, left over from a very different time.
The small but very fiercely trained army fought alongside the nearby countries when called upon to do so. The military was one of the only things their island was really good for. The countries around them grew and expanded with the times, but their island remained small, and Romaine was confined along with it.
“You’re doing it again, Romaine,” Queen Dorothea whispered.
Romaine frowned and let her hand fall back to her lap.
“I’m sorry, Mother… I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Tugging at one’s ear is not the right behavior for a princess.”
She might look like her mother with her flawless olive complexion and full cheeks, perfectly shaped lips, and even the small mole on her lower right cheek, but when it came to ruling and being proper all the time, Romaine fell short.
Always.
Romaine loved her mother and her father, King Hernando Alixander, but there were times when she simply didn’t want to be there. Especially on a day like today when all she wanted was to be in the water at the beach, soaking up the sun and relaxing in peace, away from the world.
“I think that is enough greeting for now,” Queen Dorothea announced politely with a kind smile and stood.
Smiling slightly, Romaine rose to her feet as well, biting back the sigh of relief. Everyone in the stone throne room bowed as they walked down the main aisle, out the arched doors, and into the heart of the palace.
Two men in suits followed closely, and Romaine knew their eyes constantly wandered around the halls for any threat against the Royal family.
“You may have the afternoon to yourself, before the ball,” the Queen told her daughter as they walked.
Servants bowed and greeted them as they passed, both the queen and the princess nodding and smiling in return.
“Thank you very much, Mother… Still, why do I feel a huge ‘but’ coming on?” Romaine asked.
“Your new security guard will be here today. I would like you to meet him before the festivities. Just to get acquainted.”
Romaine tried hard not to groan like a child, but having someone watch her constantly grew tiresome, and dealing with a new person meant reminding said person again and again that personal space was a must.“Why can’t you just let me have Theodore? Or Brent? They’ve been here long enough. They knew me,” she muttered. “I know Ralph retired, but why do you need to bring in another one?”“Because my daughter needs a personal bodyguard at all times. You know this very well. I have one and so does your father. We are the Royal family and that’s the way it is, Romaine. I don’t know why you don’t see that.” She wanted to say that a bodyguard hadn’t protected her older brother from the terrible boating accident that took his life when Romaine was only six. Instead, she nodded in apology.“Very well, Mother, as you wish. I will meet the new security guard.” Though she didn’t see why she still needed protection… No one had tried to hurt a member of the Royal family
Once the door closed firmly, Romaine let out a sigh and laughed quietly.“I adore her though she’s a bit overzealous some days.”“Is that right…?!” Kingston mused as he walked slowly about her rooms. When he shifted, Romaine noticed the bulge under his side where his jacket pressed against his side in the holster, reminding her he was not here for small talk.“Yes… Well then… These are, of course, my rooms. My bedroom is through that door if there is ever an issue, though I assure you this palace hasn’t been broken into in decades. No one has targeted my family… Not that I’m aware of,” she added with a shrug. He wandered towards her bedroom door and peered inside.“Still,” he said after a long moment of staring into her private chamber, “we can’t be too careful.” The flare of heat in his look had Romaine struggling to breathe, her chest tightening as she turned away from him. How dare he look at her like that? She was the princess.
The afternoon went by in a flurry of maps and plans Kingston had to learn for his new job, but maps and plans were second-nature for him. In the military, he hadn’t dealt much with protection details. He simply treated this as any other mission, and everything fell into place. When he had first arrived, Raoul went over most of what his job would entail, but little information was given to him concerning Princess Romaine. All he was told to do was to protect Her Royal Highness with his own life. No more, no less. Kingston tried not to judge a person until he met him or her, but when he’d fought overseas, he’d seen firsthand how certain royals acted around those of the lower classes, and he’d waited for the haughty attitude. Add that to the rumors spreading around Cántera, the capital city of Deltora about Princess Romaine being a shut-in, too damaged by her brother’s death to step out into the city and possibly not all there in the head, a forced
For the most part, the night was less stressful than Romaine assumed it would be… up until she heard her aunt Alba’s shrill cackle across the room. Not her… All her positive vibes shattered with the noise.“Romy! Darling! Where is my beautiful, amazing niece?” Cringing as she brushed her hair from her face, Romaine collected herself before answering. When she turned, she grinned and held out her arms to embrace her aunt.“Aunt Alba, I’m so glad you joined the party... We were worried you would be too busy and would not be able to make it.”“Too busy to come to the Royal Ball and celebrate my beloved niece? Never,” Alba crowed, holding Romaine’s face a bit too tightly in her hands. “Darling, you look more like your mother every day.”“Just the other day, Father said the same thing,” Romaine replied, waiting impatiently for her to let go. Since she was a child, romaine always hated the way her aunt would squeeze her face. When Alba did let go, Romaine force
Romaine punched her pillow again, trying to find a comfortable position, when her alarm sounded near her head. With a groan, she reached out to turn it off and burrowed deeper into the blankets. ‘Too early… Way too early, as always…’ Especially after a night when all she could do was toss and turn, those icy-grey eyes watching her every move. The door to her main rooms swung open, and Marisol called out a good morning to her, bright and chipper.“Why are you still in bed, Princess? You have much to do today,” Marisol scolded, bustling into the bedroom. She grabbed the curtains and threw them back, letting in the bright morning sun shining off the water.“A good day to do great things…”“If you say so…” Romaine grumbled.“Come on! You’ll have a chance to take a walk through the courtyard.” Romaine smiled slightly as she got out of bed, stretched, and disappeared into the bathroom for a shower. Usually, she took a hot shower and filled
Kingston took a step towards the door until he realized she hadn’t gotten out of her chair yet. Her head was hanging, she looked defeated, exhausted, and he scowled at her.“Permission to speak, Ma’am?” he asked quietly. She nodded without lifting her head.“By all means, speak.” He ignored that and stepped closer.“You need to eat. Should I call to have something brought to you here?”“No, King, that won’t be necessary,” she said and pushed herself up from her seat. Romaine grinned, looking overly happy, and scooped up the papers.“I’ll be fine, I promise.”“Do you do this often, Ma’am?”“Do what, King?”“Neglect your own needs.” Her smile slipped a little but didn’t fall completely.“I do what I have to do as a future ruler… That is what I’ve been taught to do since I was old enough to understand politics.”“You won’t be able to carry out your duties if you’re performing at half capacity,” Kingston insisted.“I perform just fine, tha
Romaine barely made it through dinner with King Hernando e Queen Dorothea, her parents, struggling to remain happy while Kingston, the man who was torturing her senses, was standing so close behind her chair. She tried to eat, but every single bite was going down pushed by little sips of water. After dinner, she wished them both goodnight and started walking slowly towards her rooms. While Kingston escorted her, his hand brushed casually against hers. Their eyes met, and his flared with a hunger so fierce she’d stumbled over her feet. He caught her in those strong hands… hands Romaine desperately wanted to feel on her body again. Even more than before… At her door, Romaine stood awkwardly, tugging at her earlobe and trying to find something to say to him. She wanted to apologize for pushing, but at the same time, he was still hiding everything from her. And she wanted to know him better. She wanted to know all about him, good or bad.“King, I…” sh
His tone changed, and her grip on her glass tightened. That same tone had come out of his mother’s mouth the night before.“Thiago, I know you since forever… And I know when you hide stuff from me. Please, tell me what else is on your mind? And stop beating around the bush. I am your cousin, after all. We’re family.”“Are we, Romy? Are we really? Because it doesn’t feel like it these days. I hardly see you outside of formal occasions anymore… You used to be so much fun, darling.”“Of course, we are family… What kind of question is this? The reason of my disappearing is that I’ve been busy with the education reforms, amongst other things. Come on, Thiago… You know this,” Romaine assured him even though it was a lie. She avoided him when she could because she didn’t want to hear any more about Alba or the issues at the docks. He sipped the wine again, and she lifted her eyebrow at his grimace.“Yeah, right… Of course… Those damn reforms of yours. You do realize what i
“This is not true! It’s all lies!” Thiago yelled, but Kingston shook him hard enough for his teeth to rattle. Queen Dorothea’s hand covered her mouth as King Hernando’s opened and closed like a fish out of water.“Romaine… What are you saying? This is madness! This is pure madness! Thiago is your cousin! You’ve been close your entire lives… He cares for you…”“And he wants the throne, Father,” Romaine argued angrily. “But you know this… Both of you do.”“I don’t understand,” Queen Dorothea whispered. “Romy, sweetheart, we would have known if you were kidnapped.”“Obviously not, Mother,” she replied gently, trying to reign in her rage. “You’ve been too busy deciding for me, controlling my life, playing my strings like I was some soulless, stupid marionette to realize the actual danger I was in.” She tossed the phone to Brent.“Can you, please, play the file that’s up, and make sure everyone can hear it.”“Immediately, Your Royal Highness,” Brent said. He b
Two other men charged forward, their guns firing towards Kingston, but one was dropped by Iker and the second went down when Kingston fired.“Four… Romy, what do you hear?”“‘Nothing… It’s quiet… No! Get your filthy hands off me, you bastard!’”“Romy! What’s happening there?”“‘Let me go, you coward! King!!!!! King!!!!!’”“‘Shut up, you little bitch!’” Raoul shouted. Kingston stared through the scope, and when Raoul came back into view with his gun aimed at Romaine’s head, his entire body exploded in fury.“Put down your weapons!” Raoul called out to the dockyard. “Do it or I’ll kill her! I swear to God I will!”“‘King,’” Romaine whispered, and Raoul yanked hard on her hair. She reached back, trying to get free, but Raoul smacked her with the gun, and Romaine staggered.“‘King, can you get a shot?’” Iker asked quietly. “‘I’m blocked. I can’t see shit.’” He scooted forward, his hands the steadiest they’d been in years, and put his eye back to the
Kingston unlocked his old storage shed with all of the things that he hadn’t taken to the palace with him. Iker slipped in behind him, and Kingston went straight to the gun safe in the back. He opened it and said he was going to give Brent an update. He stepped back and texted Brent, asking him to call if he could. A second later, his cell went off.“‘King, I’m here! Tell me everything! What did you find out?’”“I was able to hear Romy and trace her current location… Brent, she’s been kidnapped by Thiago and Raoul,” Kingston said tightly.“‘Are you kidding me?’” Voices echoed behind him, but they died down.“‘Guess who is here telling them all Princess Romaine ran away…?’”“Thiago? How in the hell had he gotten there already?”“‘No, bro… It’s Alba. She showed the King and the Queen a text from Thiago saying Romaine told him early this morning she was taking off. He hasn’t shown up yet.’”“He will… soon enough.” Kingston filled him in briefly on w
Romaine’s mouth was dry and her vision fuzzy. She tried to remember exactly what had happened, but there was a blank in her memories. She moved, trying to stand, but her hands were bound in her lap and she was tied securely to a chair. Panic set in and her eyes widened.“Help!” She yanked hard and yelled as she tried to break free.“Please! Somebody, help me!” Romaine screamed over and over. Steps sounded close by, and when Thiago appeared in the doorway, Romaine tried to lunge toward him, but the ropes cut and burned into her.“Oh, damn it! You son of a bitch! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let me go! Let me go right now!” He pulled a gun from his waistband, and Romaine glared at him.“Is that supposed to scare me? Well, I got news for you, you bastard… I’m not scared of you,” Romaine spat and hoped her voice wasn’t shaking like her hands.“Oh, of course not, little Princess,” Thiago said casually. “Don’t worry, sweetheart… This isn’t f
Someone pounded on Kingston’s door, and he shot up in bed, ready to hide Romaine, but she wasn’t there… She was gone. The bed was cold on her side, and he frowned, wondering when she’d snuck out last night. What kind of bodyguard was he since he didn’t hear her leaving the room?“King! Wake up, man! We have a situation!” Brent yelled through the door.“I’m up, dude! Just give me a minute,” he called back and grabbed his clothes. Once he was dressed, Kingston unlocked his door, and Brent burst in.“What is this about? What the hell is going on?”“All I can say for now… It’s not good, man! Not good at all! King Hernando and Queen Dorothea want to see you in the surveillance room… NOW!” Brent told him. “I’m sorry, King… I really have no idea how it happened.”“How WHAT happened? You’re not making sense… What are you talking about, man?” Kingston asked in a cold tone.“I think it’s best if you see for yourself, King,” Brent said. His tone told Kingston whateve
Shuddering against her, Kingston released her lips and groaned at the final pulse of release that jerked from the tip of his member. He was breathing hard, heavy. He couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen to his brain… He couldn’t still the thunder of blood enough to make sense of all the emotions, all the sensations, that had crashed inside him in a wave of ecstasy. She lay beneath him, sated, the tension slowly easing from her body, covered by him. The way she responded to him, the position, rocked him to the core. He hadn’t expected it. Kingston had expected her to feel shy about it. He even expected a denial. But he hadn’t expected the trust she had given him.“You’re mine…” he whispered again.“I love you, King...” He barely heard the words. Her face was pressed into the sheets… It was no more than a whisper of sound, but it crashed inside him with a power that rocked him clear to his soul.“Come here, love… I want to feel you against me,” he whispered a
“Romy…” Kingston said knowing what she had in mind… again. “Baby, no…”“Shhh…” she whispered and her lips followed her tongue, covering the member’s head. Moaning, Romaine drew it into her mouth. Her tongue flickered over the underside as she sucked him in, crazy about the feel and the taste of him in her mouth. She had already taken him before, but somehow, she was hungry for him again. It was a hunger she could only associate to Kingston. Not to a drug. Not to anything unnatural. Needing Kingston was as natural as the land needing rain, or flowers needing sunshine. It was imperative. It was the key to survival. Drawing back, Romaine surveyed the slick wetness she had left on the tip, laved over it again with her tongue, and gloried in the hard groan that echoed from his chest.“I’m so wet, King… So, so wet…” She lifted her head and stared up at Kingston, aroused past the point of sanity.“I need you inside me… now…”“Hell!” He laid h
Romaine watched as Kingston walked towards her, his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes transfixed on her hand between her legs. His eyes darkened with each step he took until he stood next to her. The bulge in his jeans made her even wetter than she already was. Dancing with him at that club had made her blood boil, grinding against him as he gripped her ass hard in those hands. It made her almost want to go back to that first club, claim a booth, and let others hear her moans of pleasure as Kingston took her hard and fast. Kingston wanted to conquer her. She saw it in the way his hands twitched at his sides, hungry to touch her. When he knelt beside her, she moved her hand away, hungry to feel his fingers deep inside her or just stroking her clit. But Kingston’s hand took the hand that she used between her legs, brought it to his mouth, and flicked his tongue out to taste. He licked her finger like a lollipop and then placed it on her mound.“No
Kingston leered at her and let his heated gaze roam her body from her head to her toes until Romaine shivered.“Yeah, baby, they do… with good reason. Come on.” There were several men in perfectly tailored suits sitting in a booth towards the end of the balcony. Ladies with long, flowing blonde hair surrounded them, and Kingston and Romaine paused and walked to the railing as if they were watching the crowd. A man passed by and asked for their passes. Romaine showed them while Kingston asked Iker if he had anything yet.“There’s a man up there… It's supposed to be one of the suppliers,” Iker answered. “The bartender said he’s here every Tuesday and Thursday nights, sits at the end booth.”“What’s his description?”“Buzzed head, tattoo on his neck, and has a fetish for… feathers.” Kingston raised an eyebrow, and Romaine laughed.“Feathers? Seriously?” She leaned back with Kingston, and when he saw the man in the center of the booth, two