PRINCE CHARMING (Cinderella #2) by K. Webster
Release Date: January 26th
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Winston Constantine is no prince charming...
I crave him so badly I think I might be losing my mind. He's right in front of me, but he’s just as remote as my dreams of getting away from my stepbrothers. I keep playing his twisted games, and I want to stay just as distant as he is. But I can’t. I never could. I’ve fallen for him. Hopelessly. Irrevocably.
But Winston isn’t a lover, he’s a business venture.
A way for me to pay for college.
A ticket out.
He’s never pretended to be anything other than that.
I can’t blame him for making me fall in love.
There can be no happily ever after between a maid and a prince, no matter what the stories say.
“Let’s see what the poor maid bought her boss,” he taunts, his fingers digging into my thighs as he roughly holds onto me.
“I didn’t buy it,” I sass back. “I made it.”
He rolls his eyes, making him seem much younger like Keaton. It makes me laugh. I reach over to the nightstand and grab the envelope off the top.
“A gift card to Starbucks. How original.”
I smack at his bare chest. “It’s not a gift card, asshole.”
He smirks as he opens the card. His brow lifts in question as he pulls out a handmade booklet. “Coupons.”
I grin at him. “Cool, right?”
Ignoring me, he flips open the booklet. “A coupon for one free massage from Ash.” His eyes dart to mine, amusement dancing in them. “I could go to the spa and get a massage from someone qualified.”
“Would they do it naked?” I taunt.
“Hmm,” is all he says as he flips to the next page. “Bedtime story by Ash. A bedtime story, huh? A story about the big, bad wolf with his dick up Goldilocks’s ass?”
I cackle and smack him again. “You’re an idiot.”
He flips the page and shakes his head. “A free cuddle. I can assure you, I’m never using this coupon.”
I pout, earning a smile from him. “You never know. They don’t expire so you’re good there.”
“You thought of everything, I see,” he remarks, his eyes back on the booklet. “A trip to the candy store. Hmm.”
“There’s a really neat place where you can mix and match—”
“I don’t eat candy,” he interrupts, flashing me his perfect white teeth.
“Fine, we’ll buy some for Perry. We’re going and soon. I’m running low on cherry Starburst.”
He flips the page. “Movie night in Winston’s bed.”
“Sounds fun, right?”
“All of this sounds like torture if we’re being honest.”
“But you love torture,” I argue.
“When I’m the one doing the torturing.” He tosses the coupon book away and grabs onto my neck, pulling me to him. “That was the most ridiculous gift I’ve ever received.”
“You’re welcome,” I say with a grin.
His lips press to mine, and he kisses me like he’s thankful for the most ridiculous gift. Since I was naked and waiting for him, it doesn’t take long for him to shove his boxers down, freeing his thick, eager cock. Greedily, I slide up and down his length, letting him feel how hot he gets me. His tongue spears into my mouth, and his grip on my ass is nearly painful. I arch my back, lining my opening up with the tip of his dick and then flex my hips so that he slides inside my body. With a hard thrust, he bucks into me. His fingers are going to leave bruises as he forcefully guides me to meet his rhythm. I pant heavily against his mouth, trying to keep up with his maddening pace.
“Oh god,” I groan, grinding against him, loving how he hits me in all the right spots. “So good.”
He pinches my nipple and twists it until I whimper. His lips pepper me with hungry, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. When he gets to my throat, he sucks hard enough to make me gasp. With each powerful thrust up into me, I grow more and more dizzy by the need to come. Raking my nails over his chest, I revel in the sharp hiss that escapes him. He nips at my throat hard enough I cry out.
I feel the word whispered over my flesh more than I hear it. It’s enough to send me over the edge. Stars glitter around me as my orgasm tears through me, obliterating my every nerve ending. He comes with a growl that sets my soul on fire. Heat floods into me, claiming me as his, just like he said.
I collapse onto his sweaty chest, breathing heavily. “How much to keep you right here for the night just like this?”
“Everything you earned tonight.”
It’s then, I realize we can do this. Without the money if we have to. I’d have to get a real job and an apartment, but we could still have this. We could keep our games and our fantastic sex and our teasing conversations. He’s protective and caring and in tune with my needs.
I’m not Meredith.
I would take care of his heart, not break it.
He just has to let me inside.
“Deal.” I stroke my finger over his shoulder. “Happy birthday, Win.”
“Indeed it is, Cinderelliott.”
I make him happy.
The billionaire who has everything finds enjoyment in the company of me. Some might say it’s a fairy tale ending, but even I know Winston’s no charming prince.
About K. Webster:
K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in “Tornado Alley” with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
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