Chapter 9

After dinner later that evening, Bella made her way down to where the actors practiced. She loved watching them and pictured herself being back in medieval times. She climbed up into a window of the archway wall.

Turning on her iPod, she popped in her earbuds, snuggling into her usual spot. As she started drumming on her legs, Bella heard someone step up to the archway opening next to her. Bella leaned to get a better look and saw Jett in band t-shirt, jeans, and backward leather snapback hat. He was leaning on the wall watching the swordsmen, looking as if he was in deep thought.

She leaned back in her spot, listening to music on her headset. "It's amazing isn't it."

Jett nodded, agreeing, "Yeah. It's pretty cool. What's really amazing is how they don't get shanked. It must take a lot of practice not to stab each other."

"I like your t-shirt."

Jett looked down, seeing he was wearing his Metallica shirt. "You like Metallica?" He walked over as she smiled sweetly, shyly shaking her head yes. Pulling out one earphone, handing it to him. Taking it to hold to his ear, listening along. "Black Label album. Nice."

"Yep. Metallica is my favorite band. I saw them in concert back in the US a few years ago. Listen to this when watching the swordsmen fight. It freakin' rocks." Bella pulled out her other headphone pushing the iPod set in her hoodie pocket and jumped down.

"It's so much better in concert." He looked down, noticing she was wearing a Rebels of Destruction t-shirt. He smirked, tilting his head to meet her gaze. "Representing the brand, huh?" He stepped closer looking her over tugging at the hem.

"Well yeah. I don't always have to be a prissy little princess." Jett smiled thinking she had a little bad girl side, tugging lighting at the shirt to make her stumble toward him. "If I get caught out talking to you, I can get in trouble, Mr. Flynn."

"Trouble. I bet you are, trouble. It's Jett by-the-way."

His eyes roamed over her body as he leaned closer, resting his arm on the wall near her head. Bella could feel his breath on her cheek as his lips almost grazed her jawline. A warmth ran straight to her core as his grip on her shirt hem brushed against her underbelly. Bella instinctively stepped closer with a dead moan that escaped as she seductively bit her lower lip flirtatiously.

Suddenly, the sound of an opening door from down the hall creaked. Jett backed away quickly. Bella grabbed his hand when she saw it was the duchess, pulling him to the nearest door and into the castle, straight down the winding stairs.

"Where're we going?"

"Dungeon. No one goes in there. It's just a bunch of useless old stuff. Shh! We have to be quiet." Bella pulled Jett into the dark room and flipped on the very dim light overhead by the chain that dangled from the fixture.

"Should we be in here?" He looked around the room as his eyes tried to adjust.

She smirked, running a slow teasing finger over his chest. "Should you be telling Scarlett you want to make me scream loud enough for people to hear?"

Jett chuckled, "She told you?"

"Yes, and she's pissed. Just so you know, I think you could handle me just fine all on your own. We don't need her spoiling our fun." Bella bit her lip as she rested her palm on his chest. "I rather have you to myself, to be honest."

Jett pulled her in closer, slowly gilding the back of his hand down the side of her cheek. Looking in her eyes, Bella felt the heat of desire shoot straight to her core. His gaze, burning with desire, set her on edge. Ready to beg for anything he offered. It had been so long since a man had touched her, Bella almost yearned for him to take control.

"Let's test that theory."

Jett quickly turned, pressing her firmly against the door. Twisting his hand into her long black hair, Jett pulled her head back to allow him access to her lips fully. As she parted them with just the heat of her glace, Jett claimed her lips like a ravenous beast. Bella wrapped her arms around his neck with a needy plea, intensifying the deep lustful kiss as their tongues fought for control.

Wrapping her leg around his waist, he thrust his hips into her with a bite of her lip. "Princess, you are a naughty girl aren't you."

"Actually, I've never been like this. I know we just met, but... since you have been here, I'm not myself. I don't know why I am doing this. Honestly, I don't think I could tell you no if I tried. And I sure as hell don't want to." Bella grabbed his shirt, pulling him to her with a jerk. "Don't stop."

Jett trailed kisses down her neck with a slight tug of her soft skin with his lips, softly enough to not leave marks, but enough to have her wanting more.

"Oh god. Jett. That feels so good. More."

"That's it'. Go with it. How bad of a girl are you, my princess?" Jett's hand slowly worked its way down to the waistband of her jeans. Unbuttoning them, he slipped his fingers just inside, teasing the hilt of her sex. "No panties? That especially for me?"

Bella desperately needed more. She grabbed his hand, pushing farther to place him where she needed it most. "Here. Please?"

"Mmm. You are my bad girl, aren't you? I like that. Damn... you are so fucking sexy."

As his fingers roamed her most sensitive nub, she moaned into his probing lips that had once again captured hers. "Mmm. Yes..."

"That's right. Moan for me, princess. I will be your king tonight. My naughty little royal."

Bella's head leaned back against the door of the dungeon, moaning as he swirled his fingertips over her, increasing the pressure to bring her to the brink. "Don't stop. Right there. I'm... yes... Fuuu...!"

Bella bit her lip to stifle her screams as Jett watched her erotic expression, pleased he was getting what he wanted. He always did, and takin over this woman's' body was just a hint of who he was.

Jett watched as her body trembled, fighting for pleasure. "Do you want to come for me, baby?"

"Jett! I'm..." The moans increased to an almost scream.

"Shh. The entire castle will hear." He lowered his lips to meet hers once more to stifle out her moans. "That's right. Let go."

In those words, she felt a wave of trembling pleasure take over. Her legs shook uncontrollably as he gripped to bring her over the edge. Jett held her close to his chest, riding out her orgasm. He achieved exactly what he had wanted since he first saw her face. "Come to me tonight, princess. Don't make me wait. I need more of that pretty little body of yours. Can you do that for me?"

Bella couldn't speak. All she managed was a breathy nod of agreement. He kissed her once more and left her standing, legs shaking, while trying to regain control of herself.

Jett left, grinning ear-to-ear as he adjusted his hat with a smug coolness.

Scarlett and his boss, Mason, were trying to keep him away from Bella. It only made him want her more. No one told him what to do. Now he knew for sure Bella wanted him too. Things were going to get very interesting from here on out, and he was loving every moment.