Page 26 of A Curvy Girl for the Prince
I didn’t know what to say at first because my family’s hardly noble. But Haakon stepped in.
“The Seacrests,” he intervened. “Sworn enemies of the Rays.”
Of course, that wasn’t exactly true either, but King Fjall merely nodded as his blue eyes glinted.
“I see. And you’ve put her through her paces?” he asked his son.
Haakon smirked, his handsome features impossibly charismatic.
“Yes indeed, Father,” he drawled in a lazy tone. “And may I say that Matilda is the best I’ve ever had. I’d even let you have a taste, Dad, except that she’s mine.”
Fjall merely chuckled, his white beard shaking with laughter.
“Son, your mother keeps me busy after all these years,” he rasped. “I don’t need to sample what’s on your plate.”
And just like that, it was done. I was installed in Haakon’s quarters, and while we’re not engaged (yet), I can feel it coming down the pike. My handsome prince ravishes me each night, and he studies my curves even when we’re not in bed. Helooks, is the best way to put it. This man is in love with me, and I can feel it every second of every day.
Even better, Haakon’s a good man too. Sure, he has a reputation as a dirty asshole, but that would be a rude simplification. After he rescued me from the Colonies, he also liberated the women working there. As a result, many women in indentured servitude have returned to their homelands to the relief and joy of their families. My new friend Darcy is also making plans to return to America, but I’ve invited her to the castle for a small tour before she takes off.
Darcy looks well-rested now, instead of haggard and dirty. She’s put on some pounds since being released from the penal colony, and her cheeks are round and her brown curls glossy as she pops a bite-sized sandwich into her mouth.
“I’m not sure what’s waiting for me at home,” Darcy muses. “Like I mentioned, people keep trying to take over our family farm.”
“People?” I query. “Like whom? The government?”
She gets a rueful look on her pretty features.
“No, because I actually think the government might be easier to deal with. It’s this other family of ranchers. Our nemeses, the McLaughlins.”
I giggle.
“Kind of like the Hatfield-McCoy feud from days of yore?”
But instead of laughing, Darcy nods and frowns.
“Yeah, basically. The problem is that the McLaughlins want our land, and they’ll stop at nothing to get it. Seriously, they would skin their own sons alive if it meant they could get Pa’s property.”
I wrinkle my nose.
“That’s disgusting. Are you serious?”
Darcy nods, totally serious.
“Yeah, and the worst of them is Rock McLaughlin, the oldest of the bunch. That asshole is a total womanizer, and last I heard, he knocked up three different women all within the same year. Gross, right?”
Actually, my ears perk up.
“Well, at least he’s virile. I always like it when a man is proven when it comes to this kind of thing.”
Darcy glares at me.
“Seriously, Matilda. Rock McLaughlin is a fucking monster, and I want nothing to do with him.”
“Even if he has two cocks?” I ask in an arch tone. After all, I’ve confessed to Darcy that my boyfriend has two huge prongs that he uses to satisfy me each night, and while Darcy didn’t believe it at first, I think she’s come around. After all, we’ve toiled in the Colonies, escaped with our lives, and survived a revolution. It means that anything can happen, including a man with a genetic mutation endowing him with two poles of pleasure.
But Darcy’s hell-bent on hating this Rock guy.
“If Rock McLaughlin has two dicks, then all the better,” she mutters with vengeance in her eyes. “Because I’ll cut them off both and feed them to him.”