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by Blue Saffire


  The trips to the States to find them, the whispers at home about my disappearing bride, it all fueled an anger I’ve barely kept under wraps. Now here she is before me.

  My need to punish her for her parents’ transgressions rises. It’s a strange feeling. I want to protect, please, and punish her at the same time. I bite down on her neck and her whimper soothes the rage and turmoil within.

  “You like that, baby? You want more don’t you? All you have to do is ask for more.”

  I lift her arms and pin them to the wall as I grind into her. Damn, I might come right here in this lift. The ding of the arriving floor is the only thing that stops me from lifting her dress and taking her.

  Grasping one of her hands in mine, I tug her from the car and start for our suite. She stumbles a little in her heels, but my impatience has me crazed. I stop to lift her over my shoulder and head for the room with no further disruption.

  Her yelp of surprise is cute. As is the gasp that follows. I get the door open and step inside. I slap her ass as a warning. Her cry mixes with a moan. I’m so turned on I growl.

  Women want to date me until they learn my preferences in the bedroom. Cinder’s moans and submission have all indicated she’s going to make the perfect bedmate. I slap her backside once more as I step into the bedroom.

  Tossing her onto the bed with bounce, I stare down at her as I take my suit jacket off. She goes to kick those sexy heels off, but I pin her with a stern look halting her. I lick my lips.

  “They stay.” She nods. “You still haven’t begged me yet, baby.”

  I see the wheels turning. She still doesn’t get that she’s mine. I’m not concerned with the ball or it’s guests. It’s for show until I have all the information I need and she is settled into her title.

  I haven’t told her this because I don’t want to overwhelm her with the unknown. Finding out that she’s a princess will be shocking enough. Then there’s the matter of her family I believe she knows nothing of and the assets that have been hidden from her.

  Yes, I have my reasons for not making it clear to her why that party will be anything but a wife hunt. However, tonight she will know that she’s mine by the time I’m done with her.

  “Princeton,” she breathes as she squirms on the bed.

  I continue to strip as she calls out to me. It’s on her lips. She going to beg. I grin right as she gets ready to do so.

  “Please.”

  That’s my girl.

  Cinder

  The word slips free before I can stop it. It’s only one night. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex. My vibrator hasn’t satisfied me in far too long.

  I bite my lip as a fire ignites in his gaze. He’s completely naked. The man is glorious.

  “That will do, beautiful,” he says before he pounces.

  He moves to me swiftly. Reaching for my zipper, he finds it and tugs it down. Meanwhile, his lips are on mine. He devours me in a way that has my toes curling in my shoes.

  My body coils in anticipation. I get this feeling that Princeton is amazing in bed. I want him so bad. I claw my nails down his back. He groans and bites down on my lip.

  A tiny voice in the back of my head tells me to stop this. I’m not about to be some royal side chick. He says I’m his, but not once has he said that he’s not still going to look for a wife at his ball.

  Stupidly, I silence the voice and open to him. He gets me naked and steps back to look down at me. I reach for my aching clit and start to rub it. I’ve always been impatient. Guys learn fast that I’m not afraid to help get me there.

  Princeton drops to his knees and pulls me to the edge of the bed. As I massage my nub, he starts his own feast. I rock my hips into his face loving his aggressive attention to my all too willing body.

  “Damn,” I cry out.

  I love that he works with me. Most guys I’ve been with take it as a hit to their ego when I help—not that I’ve had a lot to compare. Instead of growing frustrated with me, he actually covers my fingers and increases the pressure as he guides my pace.

  My eyes cross and I lock my thighs around his head. The stimulation is perfect, exactly what I need. He sticks two long fingers inside me and I come all over the place.

  “Fucking fantastic.” His words come out so huskily, I quake from the sound.

  He lifts and settles between my legs as I come down from the second most powerful orgasm of my life. I get ready to ask him about a condom right as he thrusts into me. I cry out and buck off the bed.

  “Princeton.”

  “Yes,” he grinds out. “Keep coming for me. Say my name again.”

  I can’t believe I’m coming again as he swivels his hips and lunges deep. I dig my heels into his ass as he plows into me. He’s so damn rough, but I’m right there with him.

  He angles his body to hover over me as he thrusts down. Sort of like he’s doing pushups off the side of the bed. The play of his muscles and the feel of him have me suspended in air as if I’ve left my body and have become a spectator.

  I open my mouth to speak but he robs me of speech as he rolls his hips. Okay, this man has some demons he’s chasing down inside my pussy. The look on his face throws me.

  It’s a mix of anger, pleasure, and determination. He clenches his jaw and glares into my eyes. For a moment, I feel as if I’ve wronged him in some way.

  “Princeton?”

  “This is what they took and tried to keep from me? You’re fucking perfect. Was I not good enough?”

  I crease my brows in confusion. Is he talking about my stepmother and stepsisters? Not good enough? He’s a freaking prince.

  “Princeton—”

  “Why?” he demands.

  However, he doesn’t give me a chance to reply to that confusing inquiry. He pulls out and flips my over. My feet land on the floor and he lifts my hips into the air.

  I cry out when he drives home once again. He locks one hand under my arm and over my shoulder. With the other hand, he grasps my waist. With this new hold he guides my body back into his forcefully.

  “Oh my God,” I cry out.

  “You feel so fucking good. Open that pussy for me,” he hisses before slapping my ass.

  It stings like hell. I yelp seconds before his heavy hand comes down again. Another slap has me gushing all over him.

  “Ah.” Tears come to my eyes and I’m not sure if they’re from pleasure or pain.

  Princeton begins to knead my stinging cheek. “My little goddess likes that. Look how wet your pussy is for me.”

  My lids grow heavy. I think I’m going to pass out. However, he’s not done.

  He flips me into my back and lifts my legs to his shoulders. My limbs feel like jelly and my belly is sore from his thick dick digging me out. However, I grab the sheet and take all he’s giving in this position.

  Eventually I do black out from his expert love making, but not before drooling on myself and him. The man’s sex truly is drool worthy. This one night was more than worth it.

  Chapter 10

  Beauty for Ashes

  Princeton

  I try not to grin as I watch Cinder sit down gingerly. I was none too gentle with her last night. That sweet pussy drove me to the edge of sanity.

  Once she passed out, I spent a few hours staring at her in her sleep. I have so many questions. Not for her, but about her.

  “Your highness. It’s an honor to have you here.” A short man with a balding head rushes into the conference room and greets me with his hand out.

  I take his offered palm and shake it. His face beams and he puffs his chest out. He turns to Cinder and his face turns white.

  “Oh my, she looks—”

  “This is Cinder Ellis. I brought her in to discuss the ownership of Beauty For Ashes International.”

  He clamps his mouth shut, catching his near blunder. I informed Williams to make sure this office knows not to address Cinder by her title or reveal to her who she is. I’m not ready for that to happen.

 
“Ms. Ellis. It’s so good to finally meet you. Your father spoke so highly of you. I’ve been keeping things in order as he requested. Those Americans have been pushy, but I had my instructions,” he says and tugs at his suit jacket.

  I lift a brow at his words. Interesting. I’d like to hear more about these pushy Americans, but I’ll save that for later.

  “I’m sorry, I’m confused,” Cinder says.

  “Oh, how rude of me. I’m Larry Beasley. I’ve worked for your family for years. Your father hired me some time ago. Right before his nuptials to his second bride.”

  “Oh, nice to meet you,” Cinder says taking his offered hand. “However, I’m still a little confused.”

  “Right, it’s my understanding that you’ve been sorely misinformed and it’s apparent you haven’t been receiving my correspondence. I’ve been sending reports quarterly.”

  “Wait, reports for what?” She turns to me. “What do you mean Beauty For Ashes International? My father sold off the overseas offices.”

  “Oh, dear. Your father did no such thing. He didn’t have the right to. When your mother passed she left you the business. Your father was only authorized to look after the interests of your inheritance, he couldn’t make decisions for them,” Beasley says with a frown on his face.

  “How could that be possible? My father started the International company after my mother died,” Cinder says with wrinkled brows. “You just said my father hired you?”

  “Yes, yes, I am your mother’s family attorney. Your father came to me when he felt your interests needed management. He didn’t want the assets your mother left to you to be associated with his.”

  “It was quite the delicate situation with your mother’s—” He pauses to clear his throat. “He wanted to secure your future. Your mother started Beauty For Ashes Events in London before leaving for the States. After her passing—I’m so sorry for your loss—after, he returned here and picked up where she left off.”

  “My head is spinning. So you’re saying that I have a company here in London?”

  “That I am. I’ve been managing things here for the business and the estate your mother left in your name. Again, I’ve sent word of your inheritance numerous times.”

  “All I’ve ever received were some papers for a Château. I just haven’t had the time to look into it. The papers said it’s being looked after,” Cinder says and rubs her forehead.

  I reach to rub her back. A stress line forms in between her brows. I bite back all the things I want to say. It’s clear someone has been interfering with her getting information.

  “And I must make a correction, my dear. You’re the owner of Beauty For Ashes London and Milan. Your company is quite successful here,” Beasley says proudly.

  Cinder sits quietly as the wheels turn. She frowns and alarm fills her eyes. She wipes her palms on her thighs.

  “So what does this mean? Can my stepmother and her daughters make a claim on the companies here? I don’t know what my father was thinking when he give them shares of the U.S. company,” she says and starts to chew on her bottom lip.

  Beasley’s brows furrow. He looks between Cinder and me. I don’t like the look I’m seeing. I know he’s going to reveal something that will make me furious.

  “This is the second time I’m hearing this. I don’t understand it. Your father asked me to draw up his will. He planned to take it to the States to file it, but I personally drew the documents for him. Unless he changed them once he returned to the States, you were the sole beneficiary,” Beasley says.

  “I was told he changed it sometime before his death,” Cinder murmurs.

  “That’s odd.”

  “How so?” I ask.

  Beasley scratches his bald head. “I remember asking him was he sure he didn’t want add his new bride to the original documents. He was adamant that everything was to go to Cinder and Cinder alone.”

  I begin to grit my teeth. I can make heads of what has happened to Cinder’s inheritance from her father. Or should I say who happened to it.

  “Do you mind providing those reports for her to have a look at now?”

  “Not at all. You will be very pleased, I’m sure.”

  Beasley hands over a file for Cinder to look through. I rub her back as she begins to shake a little. Her mouth falls open. She looks over to me with tears in her eyes.

  “I can buy them out,” she whispers. “Thank you.”

  “There’s no need to thank me. And we’ll wait on you buying anyone out. First, we need to find out if they have any rights to your company in the first place.”

  “Thank you all the same, Princeton. I never would have known if it weren’t for you,” she chokes out.

  Cinder

  I’m still in awe. I have more than enough money to buy those trolls out. All this time I’ve had a company waiting for me.

  My head is still spinning as we head back to the hotel. I don’t know where to settle my thoughts. I’m so overwhelmed.

  “Are you all right?” Princeton murmurs against my temple.

  I turn to face him as we ride in the back of the car. I wanted to go to the office of Beauty For Ashes, but Princeton said we have time for that tomorrow.

  I agreed as I looked at the time. We spent quite a bit of time in Beasley’s office. I can’t wait to see this Château I’ve inherited. He made it sound so enchanted. Although, I got the feeling there was something he was avoiding.

  “Yes, I’m fine. It’s a lot to process all at once. A whole lot to think about,” I reply.

  “It will be good for you to get this all sorted out so you can move on with your life.”

  I give a short laugh. “Move on with my life. I can move to London or Milan and run my company myself. I have so many options. Do you know, I’ve never been to the London or Milan offices. My father never stayed put. We traveled to the clients to plan their parties.”

  “It’s how he met my stepmother. She was one of my nannies. A few years later, Bianca crossed our path again and out of the blue, my father announced they were getting married,” I say and frown.

  “You weren’t too fond of that idea?”

  “Hell no. My father was trying to out run his memories of my mother. All the traveling… I think he felt guilty. He wanted me to have a mother figure, but I didn’t need her.”

  “This last year, it’s been rough. Bianca and her demon spawns haven’t made it any easier. I’ve felt like the world has been on my shoulders. I’m only twenty-five.”

  “Twenty-four. Your birthday hasn’t come yet,” Princeton corrects.

  I give him a smile and tilt my head as I stare into his deep blues. I study him for a moment. He’s a man of many facets. This is yet another side of him I’m getting to see.

  “You keep surprising me. I truly can’t thank you enough for all of this. I should be upset that you’ve pried into my life, but I can’t say that I am.”

  He brushes his fingers against my cheek. “I care for what’s mine and hold what’s mine close. It comes with once losing what’s promised to you.”

  “That sounds like that entitlement coming through again,” I tease. I reach to mirror his gesture, relishing in the stubble just starting to grow in. “Who hurt you, Princeton? How did they reach a prince?”

  His jaw works as he stares into my eyes. The car comes to a stop before he can answer the question. Disappointment hits as I see him shut down.

  “We’ll continue this talk over dinner,” he says tightly.

  He steps from the car and rounds it. I’m lost in thought as I sit. Princeton opens my door and offers his hand. I take it and step from the car.

  Placing a hand on my waist, he lifts the hand he’s holding and turns our palms toward each other, locking our fingers together. Lifting my chin with our joined hands, he looks down into my eyes. His features have softened again.

  He’s like a swinging pendulum. However, I get the sense that there’s so much more to his mood swings than lies on the surface. I believe I
hit it on the head. He’s been hurt and caution has become his shield.

  Or maybe that’s the Captain Save A Man in me. I want to see the best in everyone and sometimes I’ll project. Although, the look in Princeton’s eyes says I could be right this time.

  He dips his head to press a soft kiss on my lips. It’s tender and sweet. A contradiction to the man before me in so many ways.

  “You have much to celebrate. Perhaps we should go somewhere special to mark the occasion. I’m sure your parents would want that for you,” he says.

  “I’d like that.”

  He goes to peck my lips once more, holding me a little tighter this time. It’s in the middle of the searing but sweet kiss that cameras begin to flash all around us. I’m stunned at first.

  I genuinely think the kiss is the source of the flashes behind my lids, I’m so intoxicated by it. When I open my eyes to the flashing lights and voices calling out to Princeton, I snap out of my daze.

  Princeton turns my body into his as he shields me. He covers my face with his hand as he rushes us into the hotel. We don’t stop moving until we’re on the elevator and his security is crammed inside with us.

  My heart is racing. The reality that I was right outside kissing a prince sets in. My heart sinks a little as I realize he probably didn’t want to be seen with me. Why else would he cover my face?

  “Are you all right?” Princeton asks as we step off the elevator and he looks me over.

  “I’m fine,” I murmur.

  “We’re returning to Verlez, now,” he barks at his staff.

  I stumble to a stop inside the suite. “But I thought… I wanted to go to the office.”

  “Things have changed. For your safety we will return home. I’ll schedule a return trip once things are settled,” he says firmly and taps one of his men to follow him, leaving me to stare after him.

  I guess I have been dismissed.

  Princeton

  “You’re more enchanting than I dreamed,” I murmur and brush a lock of hair behind Cinder’s ear.

 

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