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Someday, their prince will come...But falling for royalty isn't all lavish balls and luxurious gowns. These heroes rule with an iron fist and deviously creative punishments. In the end, their queens will kneel for them, and only them...And their fairytale will have a happy ending fit for a king.
PRINCE NOT SO CHARMING
SOME GIRLS DON'T NEED RESCUING, AND SOME PRINCES AREN'T SO CHARMING.
Elle has it all together, except when it comes to her love life, so when every Mr. Right turns out to be wrong, she changes tactics, indulging in a night of sizzling sex with an untamed hockey player from abroad.
Danon, the crowned prince of Denmark, wants nothing to do with taking his father’s place as king or the American Senator’s daughter he’s expected to court, so when he meets a confident, sexy AF, American girl, who couldn’t be more wrong for him, he unleashes his carnal urges and beds the fiery blonde.
As they struggle to resist their explosive chemistry, and one scorching night turns into another, the clock ticks closer to the inevitable end.
If only they had a fairy godmother that could make two wrongs into a right.
EXCERPT
The first thing he does when we get to his fancy hotel room is double check the connecting door.
“You should drink some water,” he says, walking to the mini-fridge and pulling out a bottle.
Since it’s more of a demand than a suggestion, I hold out my hand. He cracks the top and pours it into a glass before handing it to me.
I take a sip and set it down. “I’d really like it if you’d kiss me again like you did at the bar.”
“I’m no Prince Charming, Elle, and I don’t take requests. I’m more Prince Not-So-Charming. You good with that?”
His intensity is palpable and my lip quivers. He’s nothing like the men I’ve dated and he certainly isn’t intim- idated by me, and fuck if that isn’t intoxicating. “I am.”
“Good.” He closes the distance between us, and picks up the glass of water again. “Finish it.”
“I’m fine.”
His hand finds my chin, cupping it, and I wonder if he’s going to force feed me. A shiver runs up my spine.
“You’re going to need to hydrate before I fuck you, little girl.” He gives me a crooked smile and I swallow. Holy shit. Sofuckinghot.
I don’t speak, I don’t think I’m even capable. So when he releases my chin, I take the glass and down the liquid as fast as I can without being too unladylike.
“Good girl.” His words, gruff and direct, make my nipples tighten. He notices and I swallow again.
“If you’re expecting me to call you daddy...” I let my words trail off because I think I’d call this man anything he wanted.
The slightest smile turns his lips, and his tongue slides along the bottom one.
“Mm. I’ll be your daddy tonight. Now come here,” he demands with a lift of his chin, and I do, without hesitation. Another thrill spikes through me.
Reaching out, but keeping our eyes locked, he cups my breast. His thumb circles my nipple. It’s ridiculous, but it feels so good I think I might be able to cum just from this. I mean not really... well maybe...
My head falls back and I close my eyes, drinking in his touch, a moan involuntarily spilling from my lips.
“You’re responsive. I like that.”
I nod, only half comprehending his words as his big rough hands shift gears and slide up my waist beneath my sweater. The touch of his fingers on my bare skin ignites flames inside me and I reach for him, wanting to speed things along because, goddammit, I need him inside me.
He tsks. “Hands to yourself, little girl. I’m running this show, remember?” Taking my wrists, he puts them behind my back, clasping them both in one hand.
I nod. “Yes, Daddy .”
A wide grin breaks out on his face and a charge of elec- tric heat blasts through me.
“I like that a lot. Don’t forget again or I’ll spank that gorgeous ass of yours.”
Ohmyfuckingod. He didn’t just say that, did he? But I know he did, because the gush between my thighs tells me it wasn’t my imagination.
I purposely roll my eyes to provoke him. And that wicked smile of his, hinting danger, doesn’t disappoint.
He twirls me, shoving me over his bed, my hands still pinned to my back. I gasp at the swiftness. His palm cracks off my jean clad bottom and I hiss in a breath at the heat and tantalizing sting. Another swat bites my other cheek and a heady moan escapes my lips as I shove back for more.
“You like it rough?”
“Hell yeah.”
Another crisp spank makes me call out.
“What’s that now?”
“Yes, Daddy .”
“Good girl.” He leans against me, reaching around to my front, unbuttoning my jeans with a flick of his adept fingers. His hand so close to where I need it to be makes my clit throb.
“Please,” I gasp as he reaches down my pants to cup me. “Please, what?”
“Touch me.”
“What did I say about requests?” He growls, removing his hand from my jeans. I whimper at the loss.
Gripping my hips, he grinds his hard cock against my ass, making me groan with need and then in one swift move, he shucks my jeans down. This time when his palm cracks off my bottom, his fingers hit the flesh beneath the band of my bikini panties and I squeal at the intensity of the sting.
With three more sharp spanks, I wiggle beneath his grip, my arousal conquering the burn, but I don’t dare beg for his touch.
“That’s for your sass,” he states gruffly. And then his fingers slip beneath the band of my panties and I melt. Sliding the backs of his fingers lightly across the hot fresh of my ass, he sends shivers scattering over my skin.
I bite my lip. His gentle touch is a contradiction of his previous manhandling. I don’t know what to expect next and that’s as thrilling as it gets.
“Open for me.”
I obey and he rewards me by running his knuckles in a feathery touch across my labia. The breath I didn’t know I was holding rushes out and wetness trickles through my folds.
Curling his fingers, he hooks the gusset of my panties and yanks them down my legs roughly.
“Stand up. I want that sweater off, yesterday.”
When I rise from the bed, he releases my wrists and guides my arms up. “Don’t move. Understand?”
“Mhm.”
He stops pulling off my sweater when it’s just over my head, holding my arms together. Spinning me, he pins me in place with a stern look. Shaking his head, he palms my ribs, shoving my bra up, baring my breasts. My nipples tighten instantly as his scrutinizing gaze hones in on them. Pinching one, he covers my yelp with his mouth.