I snort, shaking my head, but his compliments make it hard for me to reply without my face turning into a strawberry.
“I’ll have the workshop upgraded, and any materials you need will be provided. We’ll ship them from abroad if we have to, and anything else to make your business flourish.”
“But you’re a prince, and I’m—”
“Perfect for me. In every way,” he interrupts, grabbing both my hands now. “Say you’ll stay. For now. As long as you want.”
I raise a brow. “You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”
“Damn right, I have.” The smug look on his face makes my heart do a little spin even though the people around us all seem shocked he’d go through all this trouble just for me.
But that’s just it … to him, I’m more than just that girl from America. I’m more than just his designer. We had more than just fun. There’s a connection between us, something powerful I can’t explain, but it draws me toward him just as much as he’s clinging onto me.
As I spent all this time at the airport, I was hoping, praying he’d come to get me.
And here he is to fight for me. How can I not say yes?
So I do. “Yes,” I say. “I’ll stay.”
I’m deciding here and now I’m going to give it a shot. I owe it to my heart to stop waiting around for the right guy. This guy … he’s the one I want right now, and I don’t give a damn if that means giving up my life back home because life’s all about risks and taking chances. And I choose this path because it isn’t a coincidence that we met. We aren’t a coincidence.
So I don’t stop nodding until it finally sinks in. He gets up from the floor and wraps me in his arms, twirling me around as he hugs me tight. The people around us erupt into cheers.
And for a minute, I even forget all the stares surrounding us as Amir plants his lips on mine and seals the deal.
Epilogue
Maya
Within a few weeks, I’ve already been relocated into the palace. I fought tooth and nail to have my own place to live, but his father actually wouldn’t have it. Even though he was quite wary of me at first, he seems to have grown fond of me over the weeks. Apparently, I have a calming effect on his son, which has turned him from a playboy into a sophisticated prince. The clothing probably helped that image along too, though I’m not gonna take all the credit. Amir has been such a gentleman that it’s amazing. Not just to me, but to the staff and the people in the country too. He continues to attend charity events, helping as much as he can and giving the people as much as he can give.
His father wasn’t happy with it at first, but when he saw the effect it had on his people, he’s been participating too, which surprised me quite a bit. The man has made a U-turn in terms of engagement with both his subjects and me. And I couldn’t be happier because it’s made the transition to living in Dakai much easier for me when I can actually get along with my potential father-in-law.
Just thinking about it still makes my heart race. As if I could actually become Amir’s wife one day. An actual princess. But I have to rein in those thoughts. I don’t wanna go too fast. I wanna take things slowly and see where they go. My business and getting to really know Amir come first right now.
That, and my family, who are coming over next weekend to see me, along with a couple of my friends. Even my cousin Lesley who couldn’t wait to tell me all about her adventures at her new dream job. I was so jealous when she first brought up the company she worked for, but I won’t say that now.
Still, my family were very supportive of me when I told them I was staying here to pursue my dreams, and I even told them about Amir and how he’s a prince. They were shocked, at first, just as I was, but after talking to them on the phone a few times, they seem to have accepted the idea of me being with him. I mean, he’s still just a man, like anyone else … only royalty.
Still, I’m so excited for them to come over, and it feels like my smile is permanently plastered to my face while I’m sewing together a dress I made that I’ll wear while they’re here.
“What are you grinning at?” Amir asks as he peeks over my shoulder.
“Oh, I’m just excited about my parents visiting,” I answer, and I hold up the dress. “What do you think? Good?”
He smiles broadly. “Beautiful. Just like you.” He places a soft, delicate kiss on the back of my neck, and whispers, “I can’t wait to see you wear it.”
I don’t know why, but everything he says sounds so erotically charged. Or maybe that’s just the sparks flying between us whenever we’re close.
Because I have to admit, I’m having a hard time staying away from the palace or even his room. I can’t help but gravitate toward him constantly. My body and heart have already decided they want to be close to him, and my mind is still trying to adjust.
“Hmm …” Amir groans in my ear as he places another seductive kiss just below. “You smell so good.”
“New perfume,” I say, giggling when he places another kiss and adds a lick too. “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” he muses, still kissing my neck, making goose bumps scatter on my skin. “I always wanna do dirty things to you, Maya.”
“What? You’re thinking about that right now?” I ask, placing down the dress.
“Yes, right now,” he says, sucking on my earlobe. “And pretty much every other minute of the day.”
I’m having a hard time concentrating. “But we have a lot of work to do. Preparations to make.”
“It can wait … I can’t.”
Amir’s hands are on my breasts now, fondling them and pinching my nipples until I let out a slight squeal. “Tell me you don’t like it.”
“Just because I do, doesn’t mean we should—”
He grins against my skin. “When has that ever stopped us? Last I checked, that’s exactly how we found each other.”
“How we got into this mess, you mean?” I say jokingly.
“And how we’re gonna make an even dirtier mess,” he whispers, pulling me up from my seat. “C’mon.”
He tags me along back into the room that has the big tub all while keeping his mouth on mine. I only get a couple of seconds to breathe while his scorching mouth is everywhere. On my neck, my cheeks, and even my collarbones.
He tears off my shirt with no trouble, and my bra follows quickly. I pull off his shirt too, chucking it to the floor. I struggle not to trip over the clothes as he’s kissing me fast and furiously, turning my brain to mush.
“Fuck, I want you so badly,” he murmurs against my swollen lips, his fingers shoving down my skirt along with my panties. “I’ve been dying to get a break from all this work.”
“Work? You?” I snort. “That’s a new one.”
“Hey, don’t pretend you didn’t see me work my ass off at that local soup kitchen,” he says, turning his back toward me to turn the hot water on in the tub.
“I was watching something else,” I say, and I quickly slap his butt when he’s not looking.
He gasps and throws me a wicked glance over his shoulder. “Oh, you’re in trouble now.”
When he picks me up, I try to shriek, but before I know it, I’ve already been thrown into the water. He jumps in right after me even though he still has his pants on. But of course, he doesn’t care. He never does. That’s why I like him so much. He makes life fun and exciting. Like one big roller coaster I don’t wanna get off.
Amir
I pin her to the tub walls and kiss her as hard as I can. I don’t know why, but I have the incredible urge to show her just how much I love her. How badly I want her to be mine. So I do it with my mouth and my tongue in all the right places, making her moan out loud. The sounds she makes get my cock hard, and I can’t stop myself from groping her everywhere.
Still, I don’t want her to be mad at me for interrupting her during work. I know how fussy she gets about it; how important it is to her. And I don’t wanna make her feel like I’m only interested in
her body, so I pull back. I bite my lip, and say, “Damn, I can never get used to how good you taste.”
She giggles and rubs her lips together, trying to hide her grin, but it won’t work on me.
“You said the same thing about something else,” she murmurs.
“And I meant it,” I reply, pulling myself up on the edge of the tub.
“Hey, where are you going?” she says, grabbing my leg.
“Just gonna sit here on the edge,” I explain when she gives me a puzzled look. “I know you didn’t wanna get in the tub with me, so I’m gonna let you go now. I don’t wanna be the bad guy and keep you away from your work.”
“You? The bad guy?” She snorts. “And who says I wanna work?” she muses, positioning herself between my legs. Her hands drift up my thighs, making it even harder for me to will my cock to go down. “Maybe I wanna do something else …”
“Hmm … You’re only saying that because I want to,” I say, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. Because fuck me, I definitely want her right there.
“Maybe … or maybe not,” she taunts, eyeing my cock right through my pants.
Before I know it, she’s already hooked her fingers around the waistband and pulled both my pants and my underwear down. She throws them away and grabs my length with both hands, making it bob up and down.
“Whoa, you’re excited,” I say, leaning back with my hands flat on the floor.
“That’s what you get when you throw yourself at me.” She starts rubbing me, slowly at first, making me painfully aware of how badly I want her. And how bad I am at resisting the urge.
“Hmm … I’ll remember that,” I muse with a smug smile as I close my eyes.
“As if you weren’t doing it to get laid,” she murmurs, and her mouth sinks over my cock.
A gasp leaves my mouth, and I close my eyes. She knows just how to suck, licking my length all the way while applying ample pressure. It makes me want to shove her down all the way, but I have to restrain myself. I don’t wanna scare her.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I groan as she wraps her tongue around my cock and sucks hard.
“I thought it was time to return the favor,” she whispers as her lips circle the tip.
I moan out loud when she dives right back in again, bringing it down all the way.
Damn, this girl knows how to give head. As if it couldn’t get any more perfect.
My fingers instinctively reach for her hair as I’m unable to stop myself from wanting to bury myself deep inside her throat. The noises she makes are such a turn-on, my balls tighten and the veins in my cock bulge with excitement.
Every few licks, she goes so deep, the tip hits the back of her throat. My whole body tenses as she works me from top to bottom. It’s as though she wants me to come. And fuck me, am I ready.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I say.
“Fuck yes,” she moans.
Her filth sets me off, and I shoot my load all the way into the back of her throat, covering her tongue too. The stream feels like it never ends, but she keeps swallowing it all.
By the time I’m fully sated and my dick is flaccid, she lets go with a gleeful smile on her face. She swallowed it all.
Fuck me. What a girl.
I bend over and grasp her face. “God, I fucking love you.” I kiss her full on the lips, not afraid to show her just how good she makes me feel.
“You’re only saying that because I want you to,” she replies, winking. Of course, she’d use my own words against me. Naughty girl.
So I reply, “You wish that was the case. But you’re stuck with me now, Maya. This prince isn’t letting his princess off the hook, no matter what she does.”
She licks her lips as she responds, “Good, because it’s my turn now, and I want that dirty mouth all to myself.”
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Excerpt of Hotel O
Kat
My heart races as I go up the elevator. Soon I’ll meet him for the first time.
Touch him …
Taste him …
My mouth waters at the thought.
God, I’m such a horny bitch, but I don’t wanna stop either. This whole thing is so exciting, I could write a book about it. Or better yet, I could use it as inspiration for that piece I want to do for my boss. But I’ll get to that when I can.
First, I need to fuck D. I just hope he wants to fuck me too. Because knowing him … he wants to play with me just like he does when we’re online.
My face is still flushed from having to tell the hotel staff which name I’d booked under.
D’s Kitten.
I know it’s not some random name just to be able to find each other.
He wants to humiliate me.
To sweat at the thought of people knowing what we’re about to do. And to get giddy from the thought about being his for a night.
God, I wonder what he looks like. If he’s as handsome as I imagined from those pictures.
If I’ll be able to stop after this single night. Because if it’s anything like the chats we’ve had, I’ll have to detox hard. Side effects include overeating ice cream and bingeing on Netflix.
Not that I’ll be able to forget about him, but still … that’s what we do this for, right? An experience we’ll never forget.
That’s what I keep in mind as I unlock the door to the room where it’ll all go down.
I’m the first to get there, so I turn on the lights and check out the furniture, placing my bag next to the chair in the corner.
I take out the mask I brought and put it on in case he comes early. Then I wash up in the bathroom, spritzing on extra perfume and applying body lotion. I want him to remember my scent.
The bed is nice and soft, and from bobbing up and down on it, I can tell it won’t make too much noise. Good. I don’t want the whole hotel to know what played out in here. Hell, I’m not sure I even want to know what’s going to happen, but a small part of me is too curious to run. Oh, who am I kidding … a big part of me is eager to find out.
I don’t have to wait long.
Within seconds, the door handle clicks, and I hold my breath in anticipation.
A man in a black suit and a red tie steps in. The door shuts behind him.
My eyes glide over his body, and his glide over mine. His face is also hidden behind a mask.
He’s tall, and his hair is thick and dark, just like his voice when he says, “Hello, Kitten …”
I’m struck with awe at the sound of his voice. It’s real. It’s him.
That same shiver runs up and down my spine as he approaches me slowly.
In a split second, images of violence flash through my mind. All the possible things that could happen. All the things he could do to me.
We’re alone, in a hotel room, and neither of us know each other by name.
He could do anything he wanted.
Take me. Use me. Lock me up.
Kill me.
And no one would ever know it was him.
The perfect setting for the perfect crime.
Yet I’m not afraid of him.
I’m only afraid of my own reaction to what’s about to go down.
Meeting him was the only thing I wanted, and now that it’s finally happening, I wonder if it’ll be enough. If I can satiate my needs without crossing the line.
He comes even closer, but I don’t move an inch. I don’t know if it’s because I’m scared, or if it’s because my body feels as if it’s made of rocks and ice.
I shudder when he stands across from the bed, leans against the dresser, and casually slides his eyes from the tips of my toes hidden in black heels all the way up to my high ponytail without any shame.
His tongue dips out to wet his lips, and for a second there, I wish he licked mine instead.
; He cocks his head. “So this is what you want?”
I nod and part my lips to say something, but nothing springs to mind. Nothing important … except for the fact I want him to fuck me raw.
Instinctively, my eyes draw to his pants and the package hiding underneath.
I swallow away the lump in my throat at the thought of finally touching him.
“Take off your coat,” he says sternly.
It slides off my shoulders with ease, exposing my black, partially see-through lingerie.
“Now part your legs.”
I await his next command with a buzzing feeling between my legs as they nudge aside, allowing him a full view.
A hint of a smile twitches his lips, but it disappears as quickly as it came.
“Take off your panties.”
My heart beats like a drum as I push down the fabric and let it slip to the floor. He can see every inch of my pussy laid bare for him. And from the slight sparkle in his eyes, I can tell he likes it.
He sits down on the chair in the corner with broad legs and a swagger that tickles all my senses. With his elbow leaning on the armrest, he supports his face with two fingers, gazing at me like a hawk.
“Tell me, are you already wet?” he asks.
God, I could die for that voice.
Kill just to hear it again.
“Yes.” My voice is soft, almost inaudible. As if my throat’s shutting down because I’m nervous.
But the smirk spreading on his face makes me forget all that.
“Make it wetter. Touch yourself,” he says.
I swallow and place my fingers right in the center of my slit, circling slowly, as I anticipate him coming toward me. But the longer I play with myself, the more he sits back and relaxes. He’s watching me intently, checking out how I do it, and I wonder if it’s because he wants to know how I like it so he can do it himself.
However, his hand draws my attention the moment it moves down.
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