Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
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 onto 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 lovemaking, but not before drooling on myself and him. The man’s sex truly is droolworthy. 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 Event Planning 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 Event Planning 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.”