Dark Prince: An Age Gap, Forced Marriage Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)

After a long day of fruitless inquiries and dead ends, I find myself back at the mansion. The sun has set, leaving the house bathed in the soft, silvery glow of moonlight that pours in through the tall windows. The vastness of the mansion feels more pronounced at this hour, with the staff gone for the day and the quiet enveloping every corner like a thick blanket.

I’ve always appreciated the tranquility that comes with this time of night. The house takes on a different character; it’s almost castle-like. And in such moments, I can’t help but feel like the lord of the castle, overseeing my domain in solitude.

The attempt on Maura’s life still weighs heavily on my mind, a constant reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows, threatening my new bride.

The stress clawing at my insides pushes me toward the bar. I pour myself a drink that matches the day’s weight—something strong enough to dull the edge.

Leaning against the bar, I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror. I look worn down, tension etched in deep lines on my face. My thoughts, relentless as ever, circle back to Maura. The realization of how close I came to losing her reignites a fury inside me, a raw, burning rage that’s unexpected in its intensity.

How is it that a woman I barely know has burrowed so deep under my skin so quickly? What is it about her that stirs this fierce protectiveness, as if she were my own flesh and blood?

The more I dwell on it, the clearer it becomes: My urge to shield her isn’t just about duty. There’s something in Maura that resonates with me on a level I can’t quite explain, a connection that’s as real as the drink in my hand.

As I stand there, the alcohol barely taking the edge off, I’m forced to admit that Maura has changed the game for me. She’s woven herself into the fabric of my life in an astonishingly short period.

Finishing my drink, I realize what I want, what I need, is unmistakable. I make my way up to the master bedroom. The room looks empty until I see her stretched on the bed, bathed in moonlight. The sight of her looking so serene is breathtaking—unexpected and powerful.

The moonlight casts shadows that play across the curves hidden beneath the covers, curves that stir a deep, primal longing within me. Her red hair is spread out across the pillow, a fiery halo around her delicate features, making her appear almost ethereal.

I stand in the doorway, caught in the moment, just looking at her. Seeing her lying there, so vulnerable yet so captivating, brings back a feeling inside me that I thought was long gone. Her presence softens me.

The pull toward her is too strong, an urge that’s impossible to resist. Quietly, I slip out of my shoes and slide into bed next to her. It’s a bold move, but something deep inside me craves the closeness, the simple comfort of being near her.

To my surprise, she instinctively eases into my embrace in her sleep, as if, even in her dreams, she knows I’m here to protect her. My arms wrap around her, pulling her closer, and I’m immediately struck by the warmth of her body against mine. It’s a sensation that’s new yet feels deeply right, filling me with a sense of peace I hadn’t realized I was missing.

As she smiles in her sleep, my heart tightens at the sight. It’s a simple, unguarded moment that I find utterly irresistible. The physical and emotional barriers between us seem to melt away in the quiet of the night.

When she finally opens her eyes, the surprise in them is evident. She gasps softly, the confusion of waking up to find me next to her written across her face. I can see the flicker of fear before she fully recognizes me, and it’s that fear that spurs me to reassure her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I say softly, my voice low and calming. “You never need to be afraid of me. I could never hurt you.”

The words are a vow, a promise laid bare in the moonlit room.

When she finally speaks, her voice is vulnerable. “What happened at the wedding is still weighing on me,” she admits, her words tinged with worry.

I nod, understanding all too well the shadow that incident has cast over us. “I know,” I reply, my voice a soft rumble in the quiet of the room. “But I promise you, I will never let anything happen to you.”

Despite the uncertainty in her eyes, Maura doesn’t shy away. She stays close, her body pressed against mine. As I whisper reassuring promises that she’s safe with me, I catch a slight parting of her lips, an unspoken invitation that hits me deeply.

The air between us crackles with equal parts desire and restraint. I lean in, my lips finding hers in a soft kiss that slowly ignites, passion flaring as we fall into a rhythm. My movements are measured, every caress laden with the raw need that’s been simmering beneath the surface. Her heartbeat thunders against my chest, a mirror to my own racing pulse.

I slip my hand under her nightgown and over the flat plane of her belly, taking hold of her breast. She gasps as I touch her, those gorgeous eyes going wide with surprise. Her breast feels divine, her nipple small and pert, going hard against my touch.

Her initial expression of surprise soon turns to one of lust, her eyes closing as I continue to caress her. Maura’s lips part slightly, her tongue running over them.

She pulls off her nightgown and tosses it aside, exposing her gorgeous breasts, her perfect belly, and her delicious hips. The animal need that I feel whenever I see her boils within, a knot that needs to be undone.

I want to give her more.

My hand drifts down. The coarseness of the hair just above her womanhood greets me, and I move over it to the warmth between her thighs.

She gasps again as I touch her. I love the position I’m in, her pleasure at my total control. It’s impossible to resist leaning down and kissing her again, feeling her tongue flick against mine as she moans.

I spread her lips and tease her clit, her eyes opening and flashing again before wincing shut with pleasure. Maura’s right where I want her, and I decide it’s the perfect time to introduce her to my predilections.

To begin the process, I stop touching her, holding my hand still right over her sensitive nub. When she realizes what’s going on, she opens her eyes slowly. Confusion paints her gorgeous features.

“Something wrong?”

“Not at all.”

“Then why did you stop?” She bucks her hips up a bit as if trying to restart the process.

“Because now’s as good a time as ever to lay down some ground rules.”

“There are rules?”

I grin. “Informal ones, but rules nonetheless.”

She licks her lips, her brow furrowing a bit, a playful gleam in her eyes. “What kind of rules?”

I move my hand over her belly as I begin to speak; her body is irresistible.

“I’m a man used to being in charge. That doesn’t end in the bedroom. Here, between these sheets, you’re mine. And you do as I say, understood?”

She lies still, her eyes wide, as if she doesn’t know quite how to respond to what I’ve just told her.

I realize a little more clarification is in order. I decide to start simply, to ease her into it.

“Firstly, in the bedroom, my name is not Luk. It’s Sir. Do you understand?”

She nods slowly. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

My cock twitches at her words, the small step she’s taken in giving herself over to me.

“Next, you only come when I say you can come. Is that understood?”

Her eyes flash. I can’t quite tell if she’s scared, excited, or a little of both.

“You want me to ask permission?”

I chuckle, reaching forward and taking her face in my hand. I lean in and kiss her hard, her lips parting, her tongue finding mine. I back away slowly, letting the kiss wash over her, allowing it to make the argument for me.

“That’s exactly what I want.”

She shudders, and I can tell that it’s a shudder of delight.

“Take hold of me.” It’s a simple request, one to ease her into the process further. She complies, opening my belt and zipper and pulling down the top few inches of my boxer briefs. I’m as hard as it gets, my cock springing into her hand.

“Stroke me.”

She does as I ask. Maura’s slender fingers wrap around me, moving up and down, up and down. I close my eyes, focusing on her soft touch against my length.

“Good. Now, come here.”

Without waiting for her response, I take Maura by the hips and pull her off the bed. She lets out a surprised squeal, one that I happen to find adorable, as I place her on the floor. I rise, looming over her, gazing down into those gorgeous eyes.

“I’m going to sit down in this chair,” I say, sweeping my hand to the elegant wingback nearby. And I want you to get on your knees in front of me.”

She nods.

“Then what?”

I grin. “No questions. You’ll know what you need to know when you need to know it.” She’s a smart girl so I’m sure she’s got some ideas.

I take my seat in the chair and stretch my arms out. She steps over, her gorgeous body sheened in silver moonlight.

When she’s near, she gets on her knees before me.

“Now, take me into your hand again. Do what you were doing before.”

She does, her eyes on mine as she grasps my cock, slowly working it up and down perfectly. But I want more.

I reach over and place my hand on her chin.

“Have you ever pleasured a man with your mouth?”

Her eyes flash. “No.”

Knowing that I’m going to be yet another first for her sends a tingling thrill up my spine.

“Start by kissing the head.”

Her eyes flick down to my cock, and I can sense she’s already wondering how the hell she’s going to fit all of me in her mouth. But she doesn’t protest as she leans down, puckering her lips and kissing me where I ask.

The sensation of her lips on my end is perfect, sending electricity through my body.

“Now, open your mouth and take it in.”

She gives a quick nod before she parts her lips slowly, wrapping them around my head. She’s wet and warm, and the sight of her with me in her mouth is enough to make me feel like a goddamn beast.

“Keep going. Just like that.”

I watch as she takes more of me into her mouth, moving up and down, her eyes locked onto mine.

“Does that feel good?” she asks, taking a short break, stroking me as she speaks.

“Does that feel good what?”

A whisper of a grin crosses her face. “Does that feel good, Sir?”

“Very. Keep going. You’re a quick learner.”

She returns to the task, wrapping me in her lips and moving up and down my shaft. The pleasure is insistent, starting from the base of my cock and rising slowly. Maura might be new to this, but there’s no doubt that she could easily make me finish. The idea of erupting into her mouth, watching her swallow every last drop, is extremely tempting.

But I want more.

When I’m ready, I place my hand on her cheek and gently guide her off. My cock glistens from her work.

“Go over to the bed.”

She does as I instruct, turning and walking over to the bed, her heart-shaped ass a magnet for my eyes.

“Now, bend over.”

She does as I say, and I can see that she’s already wet, ready for me. I stand, stepping over to her and taking her by the hips, barely able to contain myself. I take my cock by the base and place it at her entrance.

“Ask for it.”

She squirms against me. “Please, Luk. Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, Sir.”

And that’s all I need to hear. I push slowly, my length gliding into her effortlessly. She moans as I enter, her chest expanding and contracting as I push deep inside. She’s so wet, her walls gripping me perfectly, her arousal making it clear how much she wants what I’m giving her.

I press my hips against her hard once I’ve bottomed out, giving her a moment to accommodate my size. Then I place my right hand on her gorgeous, round ass and raise it slightly, bringing it down with a sharp crack.

She gasps. When I take my hand away, there’s a faint, red print.

“How does that feel?” I ask.

“It’s… it’s nice. Surprisingly so.”

I do it again, watching her rear shake with the impact. Each connection pulls another sharp gasp into her mouth, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

“Oh… oh my God.” The words pour out of her when I return to thrusting. I’ve given her enough of a sampling of my tastes, and now all I want is to make her come hard.

I buck into her, feeling her pussy clench around me, listening to the sounds of her moans fill the air. Her breasts sway back and forth, and the orgasm she’d nearly brought me to with her mouth is once more on the verge.

“I want you to come for me, Maura,” I growl. “I can tell you want to. Come for me right now.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir!”

With one final scream, Maura comes. Her pussy grips me even harder, her ass pressed against me as she makes sure every inch of my length is inside as she comes. I join her, grabbing her rear and pushing into her one final time, my cock draining deep within her.

She falls onto the bed, and I join her. Without a word, she curls into my arms. Tenderness afterward is perhaps the most important part, and I make sure to give it to her.

I place a kiss on her forehead and watch as her eyes close.

We might be just getting started, but it was an excellent first lesson.