Snow White (Once Upon A Happy Ever After Book 3)

by Jewel Killian

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Snow White

  Copyright © 2017 Jewel Killian

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Rose Red

  Contents

  Title Page

  Snow White

  Copyright © 2017 Jewel Killian

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Rose Red

  Snow White

  Once Upon a Happy Ever After

  Book III

  Jewel Killian

  Snow White

  She was forbidden and pure which of course sweetened the temptation but what really made me notice her was how different she was from anyone I’d met in our social circle. I couldn’t resist her any longer. Seeing her at the office was bad enough, but here, long black hair, and creamy pale skin wrapped in a pale pink ball gown... she’d sealed her fate. I would have her, I’d make her mine and she’d love every minute of it.

  She stared at me, wide-eyed and perfect pink lips slightly parted as I danced her across the ballroom. “This will be a night you’ll never forget, Alicia. I can promise you that.” I slid my hand down the smooth curve of her back, wanting so much to cup her ass but not daring to in front of so many people.

  But if I could get my hand between the ruffles of her gown, I might just...

  Alicia gasped, big eyes staring up at me as I dug my hand into the meat of her ass. There was still fabric between us, but at least this way no one would notice.

  At least I hoped they wouldn’t

  Each book in the Once Upon a Happy Ever After series is a complete standalone, HEA story with NO CLIFFHANGERS and NO CHEATING.

  Who doesn’t want a love/lust-at-first-sight experience? Who doesn’t want to be devoured and possessed by a man who simply can’t control himself around you? Who doesn’t want a man to want them so much it makes him a little crazy? If that sounds good to you then this is especially for you.

  But just so you know what you’re in for:

  The books in this series are quick and dirty twisted fairy tales with dark, dominating alpha males, insta-lust scenarios, and steamy explicit sexiness that’ll melt your panties. If you like extra dirty stories with BDSM overtones, then this one is definitely for you. And as always, HEA with NO CHEATING!

  Copyright © 2017 Jewel Killian

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or used fictitiously.

  This book is intended for adult audiences.

  Chapter One

  Alicia

  “Stop staring and close your mouth, Alicia, you look like a guppy.”

  I poked my sister in the ribs. “I can’t help it, Abby. I’m sure you weren’t any better your first time.”

  “True, but I at least tried to look normal. Quit gawking at everything. People are starting to stare,” she said under her breath.

  I didn’t care. Not one bit. This was supposed to be the best night of my life and I was going to enjoy every bit of it. I took in everything, the beautiful dresses, the string trio playing gently in the background, the decorations in the grand ballroom of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, everything. I wanted this night to last forever. I wanted to remember every detail.

  Abby waved to someone across the room. “I need to make the rounds. Will you be all right alone?”

  I nodded absently, still trying to etch a permanent mental photo into my brain.

  “Geez, Alicia. Just try not to embarrass me, okay? Try not to look like the sheltered debutante whose father wouldn’t let her debut until she turned eighteen, okay?”

  I shrugged. What was I supposed to do? That’s exactly who I was—a sheltered deb with an overprotective father. I’d never had a boyfriend or even a date. Abby, who was two years older and already debuted, wasn’t any different. She was just better at hiding it.

  Abby sighed. “Nevermind,” she said under her breath and floated across the dance floor to whoever had caught her attention. I looked around the room again, wiped my palms in the billowy folds of my dress, and scanned the ballroom for familiar faces.

  I didn’t see anyone I knew. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. I knew everyone and everyone knew me— a side effect of having a very powerful father renowned for not letting his two daughters date and being in a close-knit, everyone-knows-everybody’s-dirty-laundry community. But knowing someone doesn’t mean you necessarily like them. The whole New York elite thing was so tiresome to me. Everyone showing off how much money they had, and by extension, how impressive they were by buying the newest, most expensive whatever— watch, car, vacation, island— when in reality very few actually earned their money. They had it handed to them by their parents who had it handed to them and so on and so on. People here didn’t talk about their hopes or aspirations or what they wanted to accomplish in this life and I was tired of hearing about the latest trip to The Hamptons or Monaco or how fast your Bugatti goes.

  Besides my sister, Belle French was the only other “deb” I actually liked. She was smart and funny but my favorite thing about Belle was she owned her own business which she started without any help from her parents.

  She said she’d be here but I didn’t see her anywhere.

  I decided to ask around if anyone had.

  “Hey, have you seen Belle tonight?” I asked a GIGANTIC guy with a broody face.

  “I have.”

  What an ass. “Well, do you know where I can find her?”

  “No,” he said and walked away from me.

  “Rude brute,” I said under my breath and headed to the champagne bar. I couldn’t drink, not technically, but it was late and I was hoping the waitstaff might be tired enough to actually serve me.

  As much as I disliked the attitudes of the other party-goers, I was still a sucker for a romantic, storybook setting. The ballroom was just perfect, twinkly lights strung across the ceiling, gauzy drapes on all the verandas swaying in the night breeze, and the votive candles grouped at each table made the stuffy ballroom look absolutely enchanting. The people sucked, but the atmosphere was amazing. And the only thing that could make a perfect night of romance, ball gowns, and fairy lights better was a teeny champagne buzz. I snagged a glass of rose colored bubbly off the table, marveling at my luck since the server didn’t seem to care in the least. But just as a brought it to my lips a gloved hand appeared in front of my face and took the glass from me.

  “Hey!” I said as the hand held the champagne out of reach. I spun around to see who’d be so rude and stopped dead in my tracks, angry, accusatory words catching in my throat. “Hey,” I sputtered again, and stumbled backward, tripping on the trailing layers of my gown as I looked into the most beautiful pair of deep blue eyes I’d ever seen.

  I fell in slow motion, completely entranced by this stranger’s face, his presence, the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He caught me, a strong firm palm in the small of my back, and set me upright.

  “Would you care to dance?” he asked with a silky smooth voice that sent ripples of heat down to my thighs.

  “No, I’d like my drink bac
k,” I lied, bringing an even bigger smile to the stranger’s lips.

  He set the drink on the table and crossed his arms. “And what would your father say if he knew you’d been drinking tonight?”

  I crossed my own arms. “Who are you?”

  He bent down, his spicy masculine scent pulling at things low in my body. “Dance with me, Alicia.” His whispered words were velvet in my ear. Then, without waiting for an answer he took my hand and led me to the middle of the ballroom.

  Who was this man? He definitely wasn’t the brute-ish or obnoxious bragging type I was used to dealing with. Why did he make me want to do terrible, naughty things right here in the middle of the ball?

  And why didn’t that bother me?

  Chapter Two

  Liam

  I couldn’t resist any longer.

  I’d seen Alicia Snow around her father’s finance company, making copies and getting coffee like any other intern. No one in the company knew she was actually the CEO, Richard Snow’s daughter or the most talked about socialite on the Upper East Side and I was sure that’s how they both liked it. No one treated her any differently, and no one accused him of nepotism. I respected that.

  As his right hand, I was the only one with the information. I was the CEO’s confidant.

  So I wasn’t surprised when, after a few too many scotches, Richard Snow asked me to keep my eye on his daughter at her debut. He didn’t want any “handsy brutes pawing at his little girl”. I didn’t blame him. The Viennese Opera Ball was the height of social debauchery, masquerading as a debutante ball and charity event. I’d heard there was a threesome in one of the smaller ballrooms last year.

  So I didn’t blame him, and I’d keep her safe from any one who tried to mistreat her.

  But only so I could have a chance with her.

  She was forbidden and pure which of course sweetened the temptation but what really made me notice her was how different she was from anyone I’d met in our social circle. I couldn’t resist her any longer. Seeing her at the office was bad enough, but here, long black hair, and creamy pale skin wrapped in a pale pink ball gown... she’d sealed her fate. I would have her, I’d make her mine and she’d love every minute of it.

  I snatched the champagne glass from her tiny hand. She spun around, got caught in the layers of her own dress and started falling backward.

  But not before I saw it on her face, clear as day. Her pupils dilated and the slightest flush spread across her cheeks.

  She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

  I caught her, paused as I hovered over her and asked her to dance.

  “Give me back my drink,” she said.

  I smiled, said something innocuous about her father not approving and led her to the dance floor.

  She stared at me, wide-eyed and perfect pink lips slightly parted as I danced her across the ballroom. “This will be a night you’ll never forget, Alicia. I can promise you that.” I slid my hand down the smooth curve of her back, wanting so much to cup her ass but not daring to in front of so many people.

  But if I could get my hand between the ruffles of her gown, I might just...

  Alicia gasped, big eyes staring up at me as I cupped the meat of her ass. There was still a thin layer of fabric between us, but this way no one would notice.

  At least I hoped they wouldn’t. The last thing I needed was someone blabbing to Richard Snow that I’d defiled his daughter in public.

  Which was exactly what I intended on doing.

  “You are so beautiful, Alicia,” I whispered and to my surprise, she leaned into me, putting her rounded ass more firmly in my palm. I smirked at her. “You like that, don’t you?”

  She nodded slightly.

  “I wonder where else I can touch you,” I said softly, focusing all my attention on her as we moved around the dance floor.

  Alicia’s chest heaved, tops of her pale breasts trembling almost out of the bodice as I slid my hand down her thigh. And again I saw it on her face, her beautiful, innocent, easy to read face— What are you doing to me?

  Everything I want my Snow Queen. Everything I want.

  Chapter Three

  Alica

  Oh, God. What was I doing?! Letting this stranger touch me and enjoying it so much. We floated across the dance floor, eyes locked, my heartbeat the only thing I could hear and how much I wanted him to keep touching me the only thought in my head. “Who, who are you?” I asked when I finally found my voice.

  “My name is Liam,” he said as his hand somehow found its way under my skirt. I gasped when his skin met mine, shuddering as his fingers grazed up and down the side of my thigh. “Nothing you don’t want, my Snow Queen. Say the word and I’ll stop.”

  I looked into Liam’s eyes, seeing pure desire and need burning within their deep blue depths and things started getting tight and heavy and all I could think was that I never wanted him to stop.

  The music changed. I only know because our steps slowed and he guided my hands from a waltz position to rest around his neck. He stared into my eyes as he let his hand brush the front of my panties. “Oh God,” I whispered, dipping my head to rest against his chest.

  “I’m going to make you come right here in the middle of the ballroom.” His silky smooth voice slid over me, prickling the hairs on my arms and making me wetter than I’d ever been before.

  “Ooooh,” I sighed quietly into his chest as his fingers found their way inside my panties. He wasted no time diving into my wet heat, stroking me so lightly, with such maddening gentleness when all I wanted to do was grind myself against him. But I didn’t dare. I wouldn’t move my hips, not even under the cover of my ball gown. I didn’t want everyone here knowing the most delicious guy I’d ever seen was getting me off.

  Liam kissed the top of my head as I shivered against him. “You’re absolutely drenched,” he whispered.

  I moaned into him, letting his broad chest conceal the sound as he pressed against my clit.

  “So drenched and so tight,” he said as a second finger played with my opening.

  “Oh God,” I whispered between shallow breaths. “I’m going to...”

  “I know,” he said in that easy, velvety voice. “I want you to. Come, Alicia. Right here in front of everyone.”

  And I did. In the middle of the grand ballroom of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, I had my first ever orgasm with a man. Eyes squeezed shut and lips pressed together I buried my face in Liam’s chest and hoped to God I didn’t look like I was coming. I shook against him as the waves of sensation and lusty oblivion crashed over me.

  “Perfect,” he whispered and before I’d recovered even slightly, Liam whisked me off the dance floor.

  “Where are we going,” I mumbled, voice thick and heavy.

  He looked down at me and smiled. “No questions, little Snow Queen.”

  I smiled back at him. Liam could have taken me to Mars and I wouldn’t have cared.

  Chapter Four

  Liam

  I guided Alicia to the side exit, hoping we didn’t draw too many eyes and got on the elevator. I could have locked the elevator doors with a special key card my cousin Kase had given me, just a swipe and I could make sure no one would interrupt what I was about to do to Alicia.

  But that’s not how I play.

  I pressed the button for the private floor I’d reserved and then pressed Alicia against the wall. I looked her up and down, tiny waist in my hands, heaving breasts, smooth porcelain skin— for fuck’s sake she made me harder than steel. “I can’t wait to get you out of that dress but first, I’m going to make you come again.”

  I dropped to my knees.

  “Wha— oooh!” she yelped as I ducked under her enormous skirt and cocked her leg over my shoulder. I tore the underwear off and breathed in her sweet, pheromone laced scent, curbing the overwhelming instinct to pull my cock out and have her right then.

  I started slow, kissing the top of her mound, reveling as she shuddered beneath my slightest touch. I
placed a kiss on each of her lips, pleased to hear a low, sweet groan from her. Then I swooped in, tonguing her delicate, untouched skin, licking and nipping and sucking everything as she rocked back and forth on my face. I circled her slit, not penetrating, just teasing and petting as I sucked on her clit.

  Three things happened.

  Alicia came, screaming and squirting all over my face. The elevator dinged. And the last voice I wanted to hear boomed over Alicia’s cries of pleasure.

  “What is the meaning of this?” Richard Snow bellowed.

  “Dad!” Alicia shrieked and yanked her leg off my shoulder.