I blushed in my bedroom mirror, shivering and quickly shutting my eyes again as the memory of that day came flooding back with the usual heat it always did. It’d been four weeks ago, and I never should have been there.
My parents had believed I’d been going to southern Spain to do some homeless outreach in some of the poorer areas. After all, helping wherever I could with people that hadn’t had the completely random luck of being born into a kingdom like I had was one of my passion projects. And I had gone to one of the slums outside Valencia to help, but then I’d gone off itinerary.
I’m not entirely sure why I’d lied to my pilot about my father being perfectly aware of me going to Ibiza. I’m not sure why I checked into a hotel under an assumed name, or why I’d bought the biggest pair of movie-star, incognito sunglasses and big brimmed hat I could find. Maybe it was because I’d just turned twenty, and I just wanted something exciting. I wanted to go a little crazy, I guess, for once.
That’d lasted all of one day. I’d sunned by the pool, I’d had exactly two glasses of wine at the hotel bar, I’d gone upstairs to change to go out—
And that’s when I’d been introduced to Prince Magnus.
No, that’s when I’d been introduced to Prince Magnum.
At first, I’d had a horrified thought that I’d somehow walked into the wrong penthouse suite. But there were only three suites like this at the hotel, and I knew I’d made a right off the elevator.
I’d wanted to scream, but it was like I was frozen to the spot just staring at the sight that greeted me when I walked in. Frozen, scandalized, staring, and incredibly and horribly turned on.
Because there, laying spread out and propped up in my bed, without a stitch of clothing on that absolutely gorgeous body, was Prince Magnus.
…With every single inch of his…well, Magnum standing at attention.
I’d felt the heat in my face, not to mention other places as my eyes had just dropped to his absolutely enormous… thing, pulsing rock hard between his legs. Every instinct to scream, or turn and flee, or even look away just vanished as I stared at him, as if I was hypnotized.
There’s no way that’s real.
There just wasn’t, except the proof was sitting there with a cocky grin on his face, his hands behind his head, his rippling abs flexing, a smirk on his face, and the biggest cock I could have ever imaged throbbing between his legs.
The tabloids usually blew stories out of proportion. Not this one. Not the “Prince Magnum” story.
…If anything, they’d under-sold it.
It was him that broke the silence.
“You order some room service, Claire?” He’d said with a smug grin, rocking his hips just enough to make his huge dick wave a little in the air.
I let out a little peeping sound, my hand flying to my mouth as my eyes had somehow gotten even bigger.
Claire.
He’d used my fake name — the one I used when trying to travel under the radar, or when I was in a less than perfectly safe area doing charity work. Or say, checking into party hotels in Ibiza, Spain, without my parent’s knowledge.
“How—”
The words weren’t forming, and my eyes still wouldn’t look away from his crotch.
“How’d I get in here, since you haven’t had the chance to beg me to come up yet?” He chuckled arrogantly, flexing a little and flashing another gorgeous grin at me.
I flushed a deeper red, the ridiculous cockiness of him hitting me like a wicked touch.
“Yes— yes,” I finally got out, finally tearing my eyes away from his erection to stare him in the eye with a flush on my face. “How did you get in here?”
He’d grinned. “You know who I am, beautiful?”
Of course I did, and he saw it on my face before I could even come up with a lie.
“What can I say?” He’d shrugged. “I saw you down by the pool earlier, and I knew I just had to have you. I own this hotel, so…” He’d shrugged again, his eyes dripping over my body and making me shiver with heat.
“You can thank me later, sweetheart, but for now, why don’t you get that hot little ass over here and get a closer look.”
My jaw had dropped.
He’d just grinned, and before I even knew what was happening, he’d reached down and wrapped his hand around his thick cock.
“You know you’re dying to ride the Magnum.”
And that’s when I’d fled. That’s when I’d turned, somehow managed to grab my purse and a sundress from the closet, and run full-tilt out the door, barefoot, down six flights of stairs to the lobby, out to my driver, and immediately gone to the airport, and back to Avlion.
That was four weeks ago, and I hadn’t stopped thinking about that arrogant man or what I’d seen between his legs ever since. And if life was fair, I’d have somehow pushed that memory out of my head and gone on with my life without ever seeing him again — the man who’d talked to me like no man ever had before, since he clearly didn’t know who I was.
But tonight, Prince Magnus and I were going to be face to face again. Only this time, I wasn’t going to be “Claire,” who hung out by the Ibiza hotel pools in giant sunglasses and beach hats.
This time, I was going to be me — Imogen Morningstar, Crown Princess of Avlion, twenty year old virgin, eligible bachelorette, and absolutely hypnotized by the most arrogant, most crude, most panty-meltingly gorgeous man I’d ever met.
Tonight was going to be awful.
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Paid For Three Times
Paid For Three Times
Three times the possession, three times the submission.
The night I was taken changed everything, and shattered who I thought I was.
Stolen away, they put me up on that stage, ready to be sold to whoever could pay.
And there are three who could. Three rich, powerful, dominant, gorgeous men – men with the means to pay for their darkest desires. Three possessive, dangerous men who want me on my knees, ready to submit.
They’ve locked me away in their mansion – at their mercy and at their bidding. They stir something dark in me – desires I’ve never admitted even to myself. And I know its’s wrong to think this way about the men who’ve bound me and made me their possession, but it can’t be controlled.
Maybe there’s something wrong with me – something broken. Maybe it’s always been like that, and maybe only they can fix it.
Submitting, and giving up total control to the three tempting, filthy, dominant men who paid for my obedience might be the key to my salvation.
But only if I dare.
Paid For Three Times is a dark, steamy read involving a mfmm menage romance with three completely obsessed alpha heroes. This is all about her – no m/m. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty romance with plenty of steam, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!
Author’s Note:
Trigger Warning: While mild in nature, there are scenes in this book involving kidnapping and restraint that may be triggering to some readers (though engine-revving to others!). Like all my books though, a very sweet HEA is guaranteed, so I promise, if you stick with it, the ending is worth it!