Free The Prince's Unwilling Lover (The Royals of Monaco, #1) by Leslie North Page B

much as she thought she wanted to object to him touching her, she didn’t want him to stop. She turned to face him. This time he was not smirking. He had a different look on his face. He pulled her closer to him as he slipped his hand underneath her top to touch her skin.
    “You let me touch you but you won't let me make love to you,” he said. Macee's face immediately turned red. How was she supposed to reply to him? She stared at his chest unable to look him in the eye.
    Prince Louis caressed her face with the back of his hand. He lifted her chin with his index finger and pulled her face toward his. He started kissing her. Macee hated to admit to herself that she was waiting for that kiss. She felt too shy to initiate it and if she kissed him first, she would be betraying herself by doing so. She said too many times that she was not interested in him and she was not going give him a reason to think otherwise. Except that her body was continually betraying her.
    His kiss was as gentle as before. He caressed her neck as he kissed her while his other hand remained under her top stroking her back. Macee was grateful that she was lying down because had she been standing up, then her legs would have given way. Her hands found their way to his chest as she kissed him back.
    He moved closer to her and started kissing her neck. He took his time on each spot as Macee let out a sigh of pleasure. Even though the prince was hopeless at modesty, he was good at this. He knew exactly where to touch and kiss her. His hand came around and cupped her breast as his thumb brushed across her nipple.
    The prince wanted to rip her clothes off and take her right there but he was determined to restrain himself. He had to keep going slow and not rush her into anything she did not want.
    “I have to stop touching you,” Prince Louis said. He kissed her once more before stopping. Macee sat up and adjusted her top. This was the second time he had gotten her all hot and bothered, and then stopped. It was frustrating.
    “Then why start?” Macee mumbled.
    Prince Louis laughed softly. “You are angry, ma cherie.”
    “No, I am not.”
    “I told you, I will not make love to you until you ask me to.”
    Macee got up and rushed back to her quarters. Prince Louis groaned in frustration after Macee left. He was full of mixed emotions. She was not the kind of woman he wanted to marry but he was married to her anyway. He wanted her to want him the way every woman wanted him but she simply did not. He wanted to make love to her for reasons he could not understand but she still did not let him. He wanted her to say it, tell him how much she wanted him.
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    M acee woke up to chaos in the palace. Her maids were panicked and whispering amongst themselves. She asked them what the issue was. They were reluctant to tell her. Macee frowned. “What is it?” she demanded. One of them switched on the television for Macee to see for herself. Her jaw dropped open when she saw what was on the news. It was a story about her. They were saying that she was unsuitable to the crown prince. There were pictures of her from parties. Macee wondered how they had gotten a hold of everything.
    It was even worse that she was on the front page of the newspapers. The article was suggesting that she was promiscuous and she was not meant to be the crown princess. Macee did not want to be the crown princess but she did not want it to end like this. She was not promiscuous; she had never slept with any man. It bothered her that someone would go to great lengths to tar her image. She went to search for the crown prince and found him in his office.
    “It's not true,” she said as soon as she walked