Seducing My Fiance's Uncle

Eric POV

Tears blurred my eyes as I stared at my brother's photo. His memory still fresh in my brain like it was yesterday. We were so happy; he was getting his dream and finally becoming the king of Elorida, and I was happy for him.

Until he was shot, minutes before his crown was placed on his head. His blood stained my shirt, gushing through him as his hand held on to me tightly like he was fighting for his life until he closed his eyes and died.

Today makes it a week.

And all of a sudden I became seen. I became the next heir. I was usually referred to as the spare son, and now everyone is waiting for me to take over my brother's place and become king.

A situation I cannot allow to happen.

One, I don't like the role.

Two, I am gay, and gays can't be king. It has been a long-time tradition.

My phone's ringing tone echoed around my room, drawing my eyes from my brother's photo. I reached out for my phone, which was by my bedside.

A smile graced my lips as I stared at the person calling. It was Mike, my boyfriend.

"Hello, babe, how...

"Don't call me babe!" He shouted across the phone. His voice was filled with anger.

I furrowed my eyebrows. Mike has never shouted at me. Never, not even when we had an issue. So what the hell is going on?

"What happened? Did I do something wrong?" I asked quietly.

"Did you do something wrong?" He asked, his voice laced with a heavy sarcasm. "You visited my house yesterday, fucked me, and today you announce to the whole country that you are getting married to some stupid girl, and you ask me if you did anything wrong?" He asked, his voice trembling, shaking with pain as he sniffed.

Marriage? I don't remember discussing marriage with anyone. For someone to get married, the person has to have a girlfriend, and I don't have anyone.

Or maybe it was some false news.

I heaved a sigh. All these bloggers! Taking in a deep breath, I tried to assure Mike that I was his and would always be.

"I don't know who told you, but that news is fake. Okay? I am not getting married to anyone. I can't get married without a fiancé,and besides, I have made it clear to my mum that I don't want the crown," I explained.

"Really? Then how come your mother took it upon herself to go live on TV and announce your marriage with her own mouth, and it is happening in three days time! Eric, three fucking days. I told you not to break my heart, and you go and shatter it in the worst way ever! I hate you. I hate you so, so much, and we are done! Screw you! The queen and whoever you are getting married to!" He shouted and cut the call before I could say a word.

I rushed towards the TV in my room and turned it on. Colour drained from my face as I watched my mum standing before the crowd with a beautiful smile as she announced the wedding ceremony in three days.

A petite, slender girl stood beside her with a smile as she introduced her as the future queen of Elorida, and I can swear on my life that I have never seen her before. Not even in my dreams.

I curled my hands into a fist, grabbing the duvet that was covering me. The realisation dawned on me that my mum was the one behind all this.

She did this, and she knew fully well that I would not accept it; that was why she announced it without me knowing.

Gosh! I hate this woman.

As if on cue, Amelia, my maid, a middle-aged woman in her late forties, walked in with a smile. "The Queen asked me to call you for breakfast."

I rolled my eyes as I watched her leave. A heavy feeling settled in my heart, making it hard for me to breathe; tears rolled down my eyes.

Mike had been the only one who loved me and cared about my decision, about how I felt, not what my mum wanted. He saw beneath the spare prince that everyone saw me as, and he loved me, and now he has broken up with me for something I know nothing about.

Something I did not even do.

I dragged my broken self out of the bed with a heavy heart. Took my bath, got dressed and walked downstairs to the dining room.

Immediately I laid my eyes on my mum, my anger increased. Adrenaline rushed within me as I watched her discuss with the girl.

A dark hunger that I had been suppressing a long time ago crawled within me. To walk towards her and snap her neck, kill her, make her cry, and get on her knees and beg for my mercy.

To make her see me not as the weak son but the strong one. Someone she should fear.

I swallowed hard, repeating the same words my brother had told me to say in my head. "It's okay. It's okay. You are okay. You are enough."

I pushed the anger down and walked towards them with a smile. Immediately my mum saw me, she stood up and walked towards me, her eyes glittering with pride.

"Eric, I am sure you saw the news this morning. Meet Katherine, your fiancée," she said with a smile.

Katherine walked up to me and smiled, bowing her head down slightly.

I turned to my mum. "I never knew I was getting married," I said through gritted teeth. Ignoring the girl's presence.

She plastered a fake smile and held my hands. "You know it is required of you to get married so that you can take the throne and become king. The people need you."

I shook my head, utterly disappointed at God for giving me this woman as a mother. All her life, all she ever wanted was power. To retain her position as queen, make everyone smile at her. She never cared about what we, her children, wanted or what our father wanted. It has always been power and nothing else.

"The people don't need me. They need time to mourn their dead prince. It has not even been up to a week since Eric died, and you are already making arrangements for me to get married? What about the one-month mourning period that we all observed when a royal died? What happened to that?"

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Well, we are done mourning. After all, he is dead. We can't bring him back to life. We have to move on. His reign is over; it is your time, and we have enemies who would want to attack us, especially now that we have no leader," she said and smiled at me before turning to Katherine.

"She is lovely and would make a good wife. She would be just like me. Don't worry; you would love her once you get to know her."

I shook my head at them, at everything that has happened within the last two months. Dad died a month ago from food poisoning, and now Eric was shot, and Mother seems not to care.

She is not even bent on finding who killed them. All she wants is for someone to ascend the throne.

The urge to crawl into my skin again, itching me like ants on my skin. To kill her, pull out a gun and shoot her. It would end all your torment, and you would be free to do as you like.

I shook my head, shutting the urge down, and turned to my mum, "I would never ever get married to the woman of your choice. In fact, I would rather die than marry someone who looks like you or behaves like you. A failure to her kids and her people. Tell her to get out of here and never return because I am not getting married anytime soon," I warned and walked away.

"Eric!" My mum shouted at my back as she walked towards me.

I hastened my steps, making me run toward me. As soon as I got to my room, I immediately turned to close the door behind me, but she put her feet in between the door. Stopping me.

I stared at her feet, wondering if I should use all the force I have and slam the door against it. So that she would feel a fraction of the pain I felt. So that her bone would crack like my heart broke.

And once again, I pushed the thought down and allowed her to walk inside. Immediately she entered inside, her hands flew across the air, landing a resounding slap on my cheeks.

This bitch! I would have done what I had in mind some minutes ago.

"How dare you walk out on me? How dare you defy my order? You sit in your room mourning your brother all day, Luke, a weakling that you are, while I do all the jobs. The least you can say is thank you. Thank you! That is all I should get from being the parent to a fool like you.

You think crying over your brother would make you a king? No! It won't. I don't know how long it would take for you to come to your senses, but the wedding is going to happen. Get prepared!" she snapped, panting heavily.

She walked towards the door and turned to me again. "All my life I have always counted you as one of the mistakes I had. Even your dad agreed with me. If you want to probe me wrong. Get married to Katherine. Be the son I have always wanted," she said in a low voice.

I looked at her with a smile as her words pierced through my heart. I should be used to it. To her painful words, yet here I am being weak.

The only person who had made me feel worthless was my mother. My own mother.

I shoved my hands into my pocket and walked towards her with a smile. "For the first time, Mother. I am okay being the weak son, and if you force me to become the king, I don't want to be. Be rest assured that you would pay toe my lifelong pain.

For the emptiness you created in me. Be reassured that you and your bride would not live to see the next day after our wedding," I warned and grabbed her hands as I pushed her outside and banged the door in her face.

A smile crossed my lips at the memory of her eyes when I threatened her. She wasn't worried. She was afraid. Fear passed her eyes like a living thing.

And for some reason, I wanted to continue seeing that feeling in her eyes.

I pulled out my phone immediately after she was gone and texted Mike to meet me at the gay bar, hidden in the outskirts of the town.

It was marked as read, but he didn't reply.

Eric's POV

My eyes stayed glued to the door; it's been two hours. Two fucking hours with a lot of pleading before Mike agreed to meet me here, and still he has not even shown up; neither has he given me a call or a text to let me know that he was not coming. He just left me hanging.

I fetched my phone and typed another text: "Babe, please just give me a chance to explain everything to you. Don't give up on us." It showed two ticks; he had read it, and yet no answer, not even typing.

Thankfully, the club was holding a masked party, so it had my face covered. No one would know that the prince of Elorida was sitting here with a crestfallen face as the love of his life snubbed him.

With every minute that passed, my hope for him showing up reduced drastically.

"One more glass," I said, tossing my glass to the bartender. He looked at me with soft eyes and shook his head. He has seen me ordering countless glasses while waiting for Mike.

Worse still, the alcohol was beginning to have an effect on me. He gave me a sad smile before walking to attend to others. I took the glass in a gulp, the burn settling down in my chest.

"Is this seat taken?" a deep baritone voice asked. I raised my eyes from my half-filled glass and looked at the man who just spoke.

My breath hitched the second our eyes met. His intense blue eyes stared at me, sending shivers down my spine. He should probably be in his late thirties. I sucked in a deep breath trying to gain control of myself.

My eyes subconsciously swept round his whole body. From his long, dark, curly hair that stopped at his neck to his dark, bushy eyebrows, blue yes, chiselled jaw. My eyes moved to his neck, and I swallowed hard.

He had one of my greatest weak points. Adam's apple. He was putting on black trousers paired with a white long-sleeved shirt. His sleeves rolled to his arms, revealing his vein filled arms and hairy skin.

"When you are done drooling. You should answer my question. Is this seat taken?" he asked again. I swallowed hard, my speech coming back to me.

Would Mike come or not? What if he does not come? He could be out there spending the night with someone else. I swallowed hard.

Can't let this one pass me by. Not like I was going to fuck him or anything, but to just enjoy the beautiful sight. I shook my head, feeling my cheek becoming red. "No, you can take it," I said.

He gave me a curt nod as a smirk graced his face. He turned to the bartender and asked for a drink.

The bartender smiled when he saw us. Immediately assumed that he was the one I was waiting for. "He almost had a panic attack thinking you won't come," he whispered as he set the drink on the table.

The stranger's eyes looked at me with a raised eyebrow as he sipped his wine slowly. "So this seat is for someone?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I don't think he would come. I have been waiting for two hours now," I said.

He shook his head. " I see. So what if he walked in as we were talking? What would you do?" He asked, his deep baritone voice sending chills around my whole body. His look was too intense; he was too goddamn attractive.

I could feel every bit of my patience slipping off me. Every integrity I had to not cheat was flying out the window. " I don't know. Depend on how well we had gotten close to at that time," I said.

He smiled, his eyes glittering with nothing but lust and desire. "You are beautiful," he said casually, his eyes not leaving mine as he drank his wine.

. A pink hue covered my cheek. I cleaned my sweaty palms on my jean trousers. "Thank you," I said in a hushed voice.

He nodded with a smile, "And you are blushing. I like it. I like it when my guys blush." Gosh! What the hell has gotten over me?

I have a boyfriend who I am trying to make up with, and here I am, blushing over someone's compliment.

Mike would be so angry at me if he found out. I better leave before I regret my actions. "Erm, I have to go," I said and reached out for my phone, which was lying on the table.

He held my hands. Stopping me on track. My skin burned with his contact. Looked like I was under fire. I could feel my erection gradually growing.

"Stay," he said, his voice laced with a plead. His hands left me, and just when I thought the torture was over, his fingers placed on my skin again, trailing down to my hands gently, sending more shivers down my dick.

Thank fuck. I was putting on tight trousers; I bet my dick was fully out already.

"Damien, you came," a woman said as she walked towards him. He smiled, his eyes still on me. "Get down on your knees," he told the woman.

she immediately went on her knees as he smiled at her. He mouthed to me, "Watch."

The woman slowly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his abs. I swallowed hard. The urge to be the woman and not her came running down my spine. He took the half-filled glass and brought the glass to his lips and slowly poured the drink down his skin.

I watched with hungry eyes as the drink travelled down his throat to his six-packed chest. What the hell. She immediately placed her tongue on his throat, licking the drink down, one of her hands between his nipples.

The urge to be the woman doing this overshadowed me. I wanted to be anything but the watcher. Wanted to be the drink or the woman. Let my tongue be on his skin. Tasting the alcohol, his wear and the sin.

Pain settled on my groin; I could feel my painful erection. This was pure seduction. "Get out," he ordered. She stopped and walked away.

He stood up, exposing his chest, and walked around to my side. "You could be the one doing that. Taking my cock," he whispered as his hot breath burnt my skin.

" I have a boyfriend," I whispered.

His hands moved to my chest, stopping at my nipple. "I don't care," he said as he pinched my nipple.

"I don't want you," I lied with ease.

He chuckled, his deep chuckle vibrating against my skin. "Your dick says otherwise," he said as his hands trailed down to my erection.

His hands traced it, making my erection harden till it cost me pain.

"Fuck me," I moaned subconsciously. As his hands grabbed my dick. He turned my face around and slammed his lips into it. He tasted just like I expected. Like sin, lust, desire and anger, and the worst thing was that I had willingly given myself up to be used as he willed.

Our lips connected with each other as we kissed, desire matching desire. I closed my eyes, pouring everything I had into it. All my emotions, including my pain, heartbreak, and grief. Everything in it.

"Let's get out of here," he whispered as he pulled away. I followed him blindly, not caring where the hell he was going to take me to.

Eric's POV

His house wasn't far from the club, a street away. Sexual tension filled the air as he drove towards his house, his hands still on my dick. My eyes roamed around his body, his abs, his smirk as he glanced at me. His car smelt just like him, danger mixed with sin.

From what I have gathered from the stranger, his name is Damien. That was the only thing I knew. Immediately he drove to his penthouse; he parked his car and stepped out, turning around to open my door.

His rough, masculine hands cupped my cheeks; his eyes met mine, burning with desire and something I can't place my hands on.

The light glowed on his face, revealing his clear olive skin and blue eyes. My eyes landed on his lips. I sucked in a deep breath. A rush of desire filled me as I stared at his full lips.

A smile graced his lips. " I was right. You are actually beautiful." My heart skipped a bit as I stared at him.

A red hue covered my cheeks. Maybe because I wasn't used to compliments. Mike never complimented me. He only showered me with praises when I sent him money and took him on secret vacations.

He denied having a girlfriend in public and would go as far as kissing a girl, and when I asked, he told me it was to cover up. Besides, from time to time, he would love to have varieties to himself. And here was a handsome stranger calling me beautiful.

I opened my mouth to say a word, but he crashed his lips into mine almost immediately, his breath rushing into my mouth as our tongues rolled against each other, screaming out our desire, lust for lust, sin for sin, and danger for danger.

His lips consumed me wholly, making me forget the world I lived in, swallowing the pain with every kiss he placed on my neck. I let out a moan when his lips came in contact with my neck.

He pulled back and stared at me for a while. "Fuck! What the hell are you doing to me?" he asked in a soft voice.

I shrugged and kissed him; I liked it if I was being sincere. The guilt has died at the bar. Mike did not come. He gave up on me.

He wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his erection rub against mine as he carried me to his bedroom, planting soft kisses on the way. Immediately we went there, and he gently laid me on the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt, taking a few breaks to kiss the hell out of me before continuing.

He helped me unbuckle my trousers, pulling them down, leaving me with only my pants and a huge erection. His eyes stared at my whole body, drinking me in with desire.

His eyes landed on my dick, the tension thickened, and desire danced round the air. "Fuck me," he muttered before taking my lips once more, placing kisses on them; his lips found my nipples.

He sucked on them for a while, desire flooding me as a suppressed groan escaped me.

Then, without any warning, my phone's ringing tone filled the air. My heart dropped immediately, knowing fully well that it could be Mike; I stared at his eyes, his cold eyes filled with panic.

He shook his head, whispering "no" to me. I reached for my phone and looked at the caller, "Mike", displayed coldly.

Before I could pick up the call, he dragged the phone from me and threw it.

I glared at him. " I have to go," I whispered as he planted soft kisses on my neck. "Mike is waiting for me," I said.

"No, you won't," he groaned back as he pulled my pants down.

My next word died when his lips came in contact with my tip, licking my pre-cum off me. Guilt died down as desire rushed through my body, breaking every resolution I once had.

"Fuck," I cursed as a groan escaped me. I found myself grabbing his hair, burning my dick inside his warm mouth. He kept on taking in every inch of me, fastening his pace as my dick hardened more. I could feel myself getting close.

I closed my eyes and fell back as the rush of desire flowed towards my dick. He wrapped his arms around my neck, strangling me not too much; his pace fastened the more I was close, too close.

"I'm about to cum," I whispered. He nodded, and in a split second, my seed rushed out, filling his mouth, and to my surprise, he took it and swallowed every drop.

Mike never ever did that; the thought of swallowing someone's cum irritated him, but he begged me to swallow it, and I did because I wanted to satisfy him. I did not want him to leave me. I was so scared of being alone. Without a warning, he turned me to the other side and buried his side dick inside me. "Do well to remember who owns you the next time," he growled.

I closed my eyes as a delicious needle of pain spread through my skin. Settling into me. I could feel his long length as he thrust into me, slowly at first. "Fuck", I groaned, several emotions rushing through me; my heart beat faster as I took in his whole length.

He wrapped his hand around my neck, bending my face to his as he kissed my lips passionately, making the pain so light, replacing the pain with ecstasy. Being with him made me feel light and complete.

forgetting my sorrows in a moment. Made me remember what it felt like to be young without any life scars. "Next time you try leaving me for Mike. Remember that he can never make you feel like that. Do I make myself clear?" he asked, thrusting deeper.

"Yes....Fuck!" I screamed as he hit my G-spot, his pace increasing faster, thrusting deeper than ever, his groans filling the pain mixed with my muffled groans of pleasure. A loud groan escaped his lips as he collapsed on me, his liquid filling me in.

He rolled on to the other side of the bed, gasping lightly before wrapping his arms around mine. I turned around to take in his face , his handsome face.

Then I noticed he still had his clothes on. Cold licked my skin, making me feel strange. There is no way the person who had just given me the best fuck of my life was still in clothes.

I hated this feeling; with what I had felt with him, seeing him in clothes felt like there was a layer separating us.

My hands moved to his belt; he grabbed my hands immediately, stopping me. "Don't," he ordered in a raspy voice. "Why?' I asked in a silent whisper, my hands itching me to go against his will and do it on my own accord.

"I don't want you to," he said and sat up, drawing me closer, wrapping my naked body around his. "

"So you would allow me to touch you next time?" I asked.

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he stared at me. "Depends on how well you please me" he said.

A pink hue covered my cheeks. I wanted to say yes, that I would love to come once more, but deep down I knew it was just a one-night stand and that would be all. I am going to go back to my old life where I am the prince. This can't work; besides, I have a chance of still making it up with Mike. I can't leave him for a stranger.

I swallowed hard and pulled away, the realization of my reality hitting me. I just had a one-night stand with a stranger, someone I did not know. What if he decides to report me to someone or he sees me on any board or television and realizes that he had sex with me?

I need to leave now and maybe send people to bribe him. In as much as I wanted to stay with him, I knew this was too risky.

My eyes searched for my clothes that were on the floor. I rushed towards them, picking them up. "Can I get your address?" he asked.

I paused midway, my heart sank "why?"

He rolled off to the other side and lit up a cigarette again, took in a deep inhale with his eyes still on my bare body.

"So I can pick you next time. I would have asked you to stay for one more round but since you are living. your address would be fine with me"

I heaved a sigh. "I can't, and we will not be meeting again."

"What do you want? Is it money? I can give you..." he whispered, his voice filled with a plea.

Anger crawled within me; my eyes widen at the realization that he brought me here thinking I am some prostitute he picked up at the club. He sees me as some gay prostitute that he can own and buy off.

I pushed his hands away from my body almost immediately, twirling around to face him. "No, and just so you know, I am not some street boy you can fuck with whenever you want. I am not a prostitute, and you can keep your goddamn money because I assure you, Damien, I am above your little pay grade." I snapped, walking out on him.

He stood behind, watching me pick my remaining properties, excitement in his eyes. "What's your name? He asked.

I stood by the door, taking in his beautiful face that I would likely never see again, the stranger who, although I liked, I had to forfeit for my throne. Should I give him my name? Or maybe it was just an unwise decision. "Eric", I answered crisply before walking away.

The drive towards the house was an ablation once, filled with unshaded tears, my heart heavy with sadness like I was losing something so precious to me. Luckily my mum was not around to ask me questions.

* * * * * *

The next morning came in a rush; my mum barged into my room to wake me up even before seven. "Get dressed; we are going to visit Katherine's family. Her uncle, who is a mafia don, flew into the country just to see you. So you better be of best behaviour. " She said it with so much excitement that it immediately made me hate the man.

"Mafia? Since when did royalties start mixing with mafia business? I asked.

Since now. Get dressed and learn not to ask any questions. I rolled my eye and heaved a sigh as I got into the bathroom and got dressed. I wore a three-piece suit and trousers, making sure I looked like a prince. My mum and I got into the same car without saying a word till we got to the house.

Katherine's family house was at the outskirts of our town. An old tall building built with expensive intricate Italian designs.

Katherine immediately walked up to the side of my car and stood by the side, watching with eagerness as the guards opened the door for me. "welcome to my home, Prince Eric," she said, giving me a sweet, innocent smile, her blue eyes filled with excitement and expectations.

She was really a beautiful, sweet girl and would have made a beautiful wife. I can see it in her eyes, how pure she is, but unfortunately I can't give her what she wants.

I plastered a smile. "Thank you, Katherine. You look beautiful."

A pink hue covered her cheeks. "Thank you. Please come in," she said, ushering me inside. My mum walked up to her and gave her a brief hug as they exchanged pleasantries. I rolled my eyes almost immediately; nothing irritated me like my mum's fake emotions.

Her mum came to meet us halfway, bowing slightly at me. Immediately we stepped into the house, a familiar smell wrapped around my nostrils. Why did the scent smell so much like damn? But it can't be him. Maybe I might have been mistaken; I can't master my one-night stand's scent in a night.

My eyes scanned the whole room and then fell on the man exchanging pleasantness with my mum, his eyes on mine with a wide smirk. Colour drained from my face, adrenaline rushing through me.

My mouth opened slightly as he walked towards me with my mum by his side. She stood beside me, wrapping her arms around me. "This is my son Damien. The future king of Elorida," she announced.

What the hell! I muttered. My eyes moving from my mum to him.

The way he looked at me, the way his eyes wrinkled at the side, and his rough baritone voice made it evident that he knew who I was. He knew he was the boy he fucked yesterday, and he clearly had no remorse whatsoever.

But as for me, it was worse; my secret was out in the open. I had fucked my fiancé's uncle