The Princess and Her Prince
By SailorKittyMoon
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.
Summary: Serena's an orphan who was adopted by a kind and generous man. After his untimely death, she was left in the clutches of her deadly adoptive mother. Living life as a servant, she tries to escape the wrath of her own fear and the sizzling passion she shares with someone forbidden.
Chapter 2
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Smack!
That's the sound Serena wanted to hear, she wanted to see his face turn away with embarrassment as she threw all his pride and self-dignity down the drain. She wanted to see his eyes redden with anger; she wanted his heart to hurt … just like hers had from his bitter rejection earlier on. He wanted her! Well screw him and his 'I can have whatever I want' fantasy. He didn't own her! She wasn't his little bitch to come sniffing up his ass whenever he was in 'the mood'. No, she was Serena Shields, a strong and independent individual. If he thought he could have everything he wanted, then he had another thing coming.
But, of course, she couldn't slap him away the way she so wanted to. She'd no doubt be thrown out of 'house and honey' as the saying went. No, she knew how much respect this creep deserved and he was long overdue for it.
"Will you kindly let go of me, Sir," she mocked with a little scowl on her lips.
Darien remained unfazed but she didn't miss the slight challenging glint in his eyes, before he unceremoniously pushed her away from him.
He stood there; studying her and Serena was beginning to wonder how many people were actually witnessing this heated exchange. She was about to swiftly turn away, when he once again reached for her, this time he placed a light hand on her forearm. She turned towards him as he leaned in closer, yet again.
"You're a feisty one aren't you, well know this sweetheart, like it or not, you're mines for as long as I want you. After that you can go opening your legs for whomever you please, cause after I'm done with you, you won't even be worth the trouble I'm going through this very minute."
Serena gasped, "Why you-"
He cut her off by placing a finger on her lips, "Uh, uh sweetheart, mind your tongue. Believe it or not, you will be mine, whether you like it or not."
With that he turned away from her briskly heading towards the stairs.
Serena could feel heated tears of embarrassment and anger building up in her eyes. She looked up to find a concerned looking Seiya heading towards her.
"What's wrong, babe?" he asked bringing his arms about her.
Serena shook her head even as the tears refused to diminish from within her eyes. Seiya took her by the hand and led her away. Once they were outside, he pulled her in for a hug. "Sweetheart, don't do this to me. It hurts for me to see you like this, tell me what's wrong?"
Serena leant into his warm hug and a bit of the anger she had felt towards Darien dissipated. She could feel her eyes beginning to droop and she felt like she wanted to stay here forever, in his arms.
"Seiya?"
"Hmmm?"
"You love me, no?"
"More than you'll ever know, sweetheart."
She looked up at him then, "Forever?"
"Forever and always."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart."
Serena smiled lightly. "Good, cause you know I love you too, right?"
Seiya smiled sadly as he felt her getting drowsy in his arms, the night's tasks catching up with her. "If only you did. If only you did," he whispered into the night.
The next morning found Serena up bright and early. She washed and dressed quickly and was on her bed trying to put together the fragmented pieces of the night before just as her friend came calling for her.
"Ser-"
She was cut off upon seeing her little angel sitting on the bed in deep concentration.
Serena looked up then, a confused look about her, "How'd I get here, Mol?"
"Seiya brought you!" Molly giggled, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "So, dish out the dirt and don't leave anything out!"
Serena grinned, "You know what, apart from having a little talk with him, I can't remember the rest of the night."
"You're lucky that wicked witch didn't catch you, she was away … shall we say … entertaining the guests."
They both fell about into a fit of giggles as Serena gave out a loud, "Ewww!"
"I know," Molly agreed, "Poor guest, wonder if he's ever coming back. Talking about guests, I'm sorry I couldn't keep an eye on you last night, darling, but I'm pretty sure that Seiya did an excellent job. The guests didn't bother you did they?"
"Not really, but Darien did," Serena muttered gloomily.
Molly's eyes shot with anger, "He didn't try to make you do anything did her, cause if he did that fuckin-"
Serena laughed, "It never got as far as that. He just threatened me a bit, saying he'd have his way with my gorgeous body if it was the last thing he did," Serena sighed dramatically.
Molly threw a pillow at her, "No, really."
"Well he said something along those lines anyway," she laughed, but then as his true words began to ring out again in her head, her head bowed again, "He scares me, Mol."
Molly gathered her up in a big hug, "Well you aren't getting out of my sight for a minute, you hear me? You stay close to me and if he wants anything done, well he'll have the two of us to deal with."
"A threesome?"
"Ewww!" they both cried in unison, before giggling like little girls and heading for the kitchens.
"Darien?"
"Hmmm?"
"What's wrong?" His mother asked him as she looked at him sceptically.
Darien looked up at her with a faraway look in his eyes; he continued to ignore her question.
"Darien!" she said more aggressively.
"Yes, Mother?" he muttered in annoyance.
"What's wrong with you, boy?"
He sighed, "What makes you think there's something even wrong with me?"
"You're here for breakfast, when was the last time that happened? What happened to that gorgeous woman you were with yesterday, the one with the dark hair, what was her name again?"
"Raye Charleston."
"That's the one, doesn't her father own various companies, expanding from Britain all the way to America?"
"Stop beating around the bush, Mother. You very well know that he does so stop pestering me with your childish games."
His mother sniffed snobbishly, "Speaking of childish, where is that girl with the breakfast tray?"
"She's ill milady," the servant girl standing by her side murmured softly.
"Well who's taking care of breakfast then?"
"Shall I go check for you?"
Just then Serena walked out with a tray balanced on her hand while the other held a hot, steaming pot of tea.
"Hurry up, you insolent child," Mrs Shields muttered angrily.
Serena placed the tray expertly on the table before pouring out a hot steaming cup of tea for the mistress of the house. "There ya go, Mam."
"Only speak when your spoken to," the mistress bit out angrily.
Serena winked at the servant girl who was attempting to hide a little giggle, away from the prying eyes of the 'wicked witch', as they lovingly referred to her.
Serena turned towards Darien; she had to steady herself for a while at the uncanny similarities between the two brothers. "And Master Diamond, what would you like?"
Darien, who had been watching the earlier display with wry amusement, lifted up an assessing eyebrow at her comment.
"I'll just have the normal," he didn't add a 'please' after that 'command', after all, he didn't need to, in his eyes, she didn't even deserve as much.
"As you say, Sir."
"Darien, I have some very important matters to discuss with you after, so find some time for your dear old mother later when you can."
Serena grinned at the wicked witch's obvious mistake, so much for motherly love, she rolled her eyes.
When she looked down at Darien, he returned her gaze with a superior half smile, which, much to her chagrin, made her go week at the knees. Oh she could never mistake that smile, well if it wasn't the bastard himself, Diamond wouldn't even spare her another glance.
She had to wait on them while they ate breakfast in case they needed extra provisions, and every moment she spent in his presence sent a jolt of anger … mixed with a little pleasure every time he looked at her with that heated gaze.
After the 'Queen' was done with her breakfast, she snottily left the table; the servant girl gave Serena a little wave before she wandered off following her mistress swiftly.
Serena, assuming her services were no longer required, made to retrieve the dishes from the table but was halted by a hand to her wrist.
Darien, who had hardly touched his breakfast, looked into Serena's eyes. She stared back at him defiantly, not daring to give away how frightened she was really feeling. As she was too busy pondering over the situation, he just as easily, pulled her towards him so she was now straddling his lap.
Serena tried to push him away from her but he gripped her wrists in an iron-tight hold behind her back.
"Why I ought to have you done for sexual harassment," she bit out.
"Here's me trying to look like I care," he muttered sarcastically just as he began to suckle on her neck, "And who would actually believe you, sweetheart. You can try screaming all you want, by the time anyone gets here, you'd be outta this house before I snap my fingers."
He continued to suckle on her throat while he placed his free hand round her nape, beneath her hair, in an attempt to bring her closer. Serena tried hard to pull her head back and just as she was about to give his hard-on a swift knee, she felt his hand release its hold on her hands and slide up her dress to massage her inner thigh.
Consumed by feelings totally unbecoming of her, she moaned loudly. She knew she couldn't fight back now, even if she wanted to. But, she wanted to cause him a little pain; if she couldn't fight back then the least she could do was hurt him a little.
Darien groaned as he felt Serena sliding the fabric off his shoulder and then … he cried out in pain, the little minx had just bit him, hard enough to draw blood. He pulled her back by the hair to look into her eyes and upon seeing the slight hint of blood on her lips, he growled loudly, it was eerily one of the most arousing sites he had witnessed. He pulled her towards him as she continued to aimlessly struggle atop him. Little did she know that her movements were rousing the hidden lion from within him.
"If you don't stop wriggling against me, minx, you'll know what it truly means to be fucked," he muttered darkly in her ear even as his tongue trailed a path to the sensitive bit just beneath her ear … and he kissed her there lightly, before trailing further kisses down her jaw.
"You gave me a sleepless night last night you know, all I could think about was having you over and over again … in my bed … against a tree … on the floor," he managed in-between lust filled kisses, "On this very table!"
This time Serena moaned loudly as she began to rub her arousal against him, her breathing heavy as he continued to voice out his fantasies in her ear. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he continued to murmur his deepest desires against her skin, travelling lower … and lower … and lower until he was kissing her breast through the thin fabric of her dress … his hands travelled inside her dress and through her panties as he smoothed her buttocks while attempting to bring her in more direct contact with his ever-hardening member.
He wanted to scream at the injustice of having her so close but not being able to feel her thoroughly and he wanted to rip her clothes right there and then. She aroused him to an extent that was unbearable! He watched mesmerized as her soft, plump breasts fell up and down before his very eyes … so perfect. He wanted her with a longing that seemed almost insane. He was debating on whether to take her up to his chambers and have his wicked way with her or to have her here and now when they were both suddenly broken out of their reverie by a tentative voice.
"Serena, you in here?"
Serena's eyes suddenly shot open as she looked guiltily up at the highly aroused eyes before her. She quickly gathered herself up, sorting out her dishevelled appearance before she walked towards the door. "I'm coming, Mol," she shouted out before turning towards Darien, who had his eyes closed and was taking in deep breaths. She watched as he swiftly got up from the table, not looking in her direction and headed for the door. She heard him mutter, "Minx," before he left.
A few hours later
Serena was on her way to clean out a room on the upper part of the mansion when she heard deep groaning and thudding coming from Darien's room, the door was surprisingly, slightly ajar. She couldn't help herself, she really knew she shouldn't but she just had to look … as she peeked in, the sight that befell her made her want to throw up as Darien was almost urgently thrusting into a blonde haired girl with legs that went on forever. And just before he came, she was about to move away … when she heard it, it was almost a whisper but somehow her ears picked up on it. "Serena!" and she ran …
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