Captured by a Prince E-Book

Emma Castle

• Herausgeber: Lauren Smith
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 110

Beschreibung

A long lost princess…a forbidden love with a royal guard…a prince who will do anything to be with the woman he loves…Royals have the best secrets.

Virginia moved on from her royal life in Caledonia and all its painful memories a long time ago. Or at least she thought she did.

For High Prince Darius, those memories aren’t so far buried. Determined to fulfill his father’s request to marry Virginia, Darius and his best friend and loyal bodyguard, Dorin, track down the long lost princess. But she won’t come willingly, so it's time for a bit of a princely persuasion.

They’ve only got one night to remind her of all she’s left behind. One night to entertain her dark desires and convince her to take her rightful place at their sides. 

Captured by a Prince is a standalone dark, sexy, forbidden MFM royalty romance. If you like alpha males and menage, you’ll love these three.

NOTE: THIS IS A SHORT STORY OF 6,000 WORDS WITH A HAPPY ENDING.

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Captured by a Prince

Emma Castle

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Love in the Wild- Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Other Titles By Emma Castle

About the Author

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright (c) 2020 by Emma Castle

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ISBN: 978-1-952063-33-6 (e-book edition)

1

“Do you see her?” Darius Luca, the high prince of Caledonia, asked his best friend, Dorin, as they hid at the edge of the dance floor. Dorin was head of the Caledonian elite royal guards and Darius’s personal bodyguard. He trusted no one else with his mission to capture a princess.

“She’s there,” Dorin whispered in awe as they watched a particularly beautiful woman dancing.

It had been ten years since he had last seen Virginia Mayer. She’d been fifteen and he seventeen. The last words they said to each other had been thrown in anger after her father’s funeral. They had been contracted to marry—thanks to Darius’s father, Marcus, and Virginia’s father, Florin, the late king of Caledonia. After Virginia’s father died, Darius’s father was next in line to be king. He and Florin were distant cousins, several times removed. Florin’s wife, an American woman, had left the country with their daughter, Virginia, the last of the royal Mayer bloodline, ignoring the marriage contract.

“Your father didn’t mention how pretty she’s grown up to be,” Dorin murmured.

Darius stared. Her green eyes flashed with life, and her light-brown hair held a hint of gold as it tumbled down to her waist, unbound. His body tightened in excitement. He had bedded many women over the years, but now that he’d seen Virginia again, he wanted no other. When they were younger, there had been an explosive charge between them that often resulted in fights, but now . . . Now they could have other, better ways to ease that tension between them.

He was in Chicago, thousands of miles from Caledonia, a small country south of Romania, because it was time to claim his wayward princess and take her home.

“Dorin, you know what to do.” Darius nodded at his friend. Ever since they’d turned eighteen, he and Dorin had seduced women together, the pleasure heightened when they shared someone. Few women could resist Dorin’s fair hair and blue eyes and Darius’s dark hair and sable-brown eyes.

He and Dorin made their way across the dance floor, approaching Virginia. The music boomed overhead, and lights flashed, giving them the advantage of not being recognized. They had grown and changed in the last ten years, but Virginia might still recognize them. They needed to rely on the darkness of the club as long as they could.

Virginia spun, her laughter audible beneath the music. God, she was beautiful when she laughed. Darius continued to move across the floor toward her. Dorin came in first, brushing up against her. She spun to look at him, but he half hid in shadow. Virginia danced with him, her body moving to the beat with his, and as she turned away from him, Darius was there on the other side, dancing close to her. She was separated from her friends now, caught between him and Dorin in a seductive dance. She surrendered, her eyes half-closed as the three of them moved in harmony.

This was what he longed for, this perfect trinity. The princess he had always loved, even when he hadn’t liked her as a child, and the best friend he would die for. But he knew Virginia would not come with him willingly. Her mother had chosen to ignore the marriage contract, and so had Virginia. But the promise of a king was inviolable. His and Virginia’s destinies were written down in Caledonian law, but also in his heart. He just had to make her see, but they didn’t have time for a slow seduction. He needed to marry her soon. His father was dying, and he’d vowed Marcus would see the royal wedding before he lost his battle to cancer.

The music changed, and he moved closer to Virginia, inhaling her light floral perfume. He reached out, his hands catching her hips, guiding her closer just as Dorin moved in from behind. Virginia gave in to him, grinding her body against his in all the right ways. Darius cherished the moment, knowing all too soon it would end when she got a better look at him. As the music changed again, Virginia slowed her dancing, her eyes sliding up his body in sensual appraisal, but when she reached his face, she stiffened.

Her eyes widened, and she gasped, “No, you can’t be here!”

“Dorin, now!” he hissed, and Dorin reacted fast, covering Virginia’s mouth with his hand as they swept her into the darkness at the edge of the dance floor. He hated knowing they were frightening her, but they had no choice. He just needed time alone with her to talk, to convince her to marry him and come home.

2

Virginia was in shock. One minute she was dancing between two gorgeous men who made her feel wildly alive, and the next she was being kidnapped from the nightclub by her old flame—her betrothed. Darius Luca.

Darius is in Chicago. As the reality sank in, Virginia struggled against his hold, but she was escorted down a back hall and into an alley, where a car was waiting. The devilishly handsome blond man led the way and opened the door, and Darius shoved her into the back seat before following her inside. Darius cuffed her hands behind her back.

Smart man. Darius must have remembered how good she was at her self-defense lessons, provided to all royal children in Caledonia. If she hadn’t been so surprised to see Darius, she would have fought like hell and likely escaped. She knew she wasn’t in any danger, not from Darius. But she was furious and shot him a venomous look as he settled into the seat beside her and pulled her onto his lap, cradling her.

“Virginia,” he murmured, and she was momentarily lost in memories of the gorgeous seventeen-year-old boy she had adored. Now his voice was deeper, huskier, the hint of his Caledonian accent enough to make her shiver.

Dammit. She did not want to fall in love with him again.

“Where’s your other half?” she challenged.

“Driving the getaway car.” Darius nodded toward the driver’s seat.

“Dorin?” She turned to look at the tall, muscled blond man. Wow, he had grown up too. They were a pair of Greek gods, and they had captured her like it was nothing.

“Why are you here, Darius? My mother told your father we weren’t honoring the marriage contract. That’s one of the reasons we left after Dad . . .” She didn’t finish. Memories of losing her father and mother were too painful. She’d been alone for the last year, after her mother died of cervical cancer.

“I’m here because you’re the last of the Mayer bloodline. And because my father is ill. His final wish is to see us wed, the safety of the throne secured.”

“Marcus is sick?” That softened her anger. She’d loved Darius’s father like a favorite uncle. He and her father had been distant cousins and dear friends. It was one of the reasons she and Darius had grown up together and why the marriage contract had been created. Their fathers had wanted to unite the royal bloodlines and tie the two families together forever.

“Yes, he has colon cancer.” Darius glanced away from her, something he always did when fighting his emotions.

“I’m sorry about your father, but I have a life here, a home.”

Darius faced her, and his arms tightened around her a little.

“That apartment isn’t your home. Caledonia is. It’s in your blood, in your heart. And your job is online, so you can do it anywhere.”

“Wow, stalker much, Darius?” she snapped. “And just because I can work anywhere doesn’t mean you can boss me around.”

“Can’t I?” he challenged. “I am the high prince, after all.”

She scowled. “Only because your father is king now. When Florin was alive, I was the high princess and outranked you. You only became high prince because your father was next in line for the throne.”

“Boy, nothing has changed between you two.” Dorin chuckled from the driver’s seat.

“Shut up, Dorin,” she and Darius said in unison, smirking at each other like old times.

“Where are we going?” Virginia squirmed on Darius’s lap. She halted when she detected a bulge beneath her bottom.

“Stop wriggling like that,” Darius warned. “We’re going to my hotel. We have a flight scheduled tomorrow afternoon for Caledonia.”

“No—hell no. Let me out. I can’t just leave. I have everything back at my apartment, and—”

“It’s being taken care of. Your belongings are being transported to a cargo plane.”

Her entire life was being packed up? Virginia felt like that fifteen-year-old girl again, the one with no control over her life—no control over her heart.

“Is this what you want, Darius? To order me around and wreck my life?”

“No,” he replied. “I want to remind you of the good things about your old life, to remind you about us.”

“Us? Darius, all we did was fight.”

His sensual lips curved into a grin. “Because we were too young to do this instead…”

3

He captured her mouth in a kiss, and the raw passion would’ve buckled her knees if she’d been standing. He licked at her lips, and she opened, unable to resist. She was fascinated. She had never kissed him before. They’d always been too busy arguing. But now she wished her teenage self had tried this. He tasted sweet with a bit of fire, like fine brandy, and he knew how to use his tongue. He sucked on her tongue, played with it, and then released it to nibble her lips. He cupped her face with one hand, and she felt suddenly small and vulnerable in a different way than she did as a child.

This was not a boy—this was a man. A heavily muscled man with a beard shadowing his jaw. Darius had definitely grown up. She wasn’t short at five foot six, but he and Dorin both towered over her. Her mind drifted to Dorin, the quiet, gorgeous, loyal boy whose father had led the elite unit of palace guards when she’d been a child. She’d never been able to choose between Darius and Dorin. Dorin, fair-haired, and Darius, dark. Maybe that’s why she hadn’t wanted to marry Darius, because she would always wonder about Dorin.

Darius broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to hers, their breath mingling in the closeness. He brushed his thumb over her cheek, still holding her face with one hand.

“Why did I wait ten years to do that?” he murmured.

Virginia’s thoughts were the same. “Why did you?”

He chuckled, the rich sound rumbling through her chest, further melting her resistance.

“I don’t know. I think I was attempting to be a gentleman.”

“We’re here.” Dorin parked the car at a nice hotel in a Chicago suburb.

Darius’s smile vanished. “Virginia, please don’t make a scene. There’s much we need to discuss, and I need you to hear me out.”

She hesitated, but then decided to give him a chance to talk. If she played nice, they might let her out of the cuffs, and then she could escape.

“Fine, I’ll hear you out.”

The prince relaxed, and Dorin opened the door and helped her out, but they kept her cuffed. Darius removed his leather motorcycle jacket and draped it around her shoulders. He put an arm around her waist as the three of them entered the hotel. They went straight for the bank of elevators, and once inside, Virginia was able to get a better look at her two childhood companions—now captors. They both wore jeans and black T-shirts that clung to their bodies in a way that made her mouth water.

“Is that a gun?” Virginia nodded at Dorin’s waistband. She’d seen a suspicious lump behind his hip in the reflection of the mirrored elevator walls.

Dorin instinctively touched the gun. “Better safe than sorry, princess.”

“Oh, knock it off, Dorin.” He’d always called her princess, even as children. Sometimes he said it sweetly; other times he practically snarled it at her.