Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Fiancé?
It’s like a bomb just went off above me, sending my whole world spinning. That same feeling of betrayal and abandonment I felt back at the shop comes barreling back into me like a truck with the throttle pinned. My fists clench even tighter, causing my knuckles to ache.
Now it all makes sense.
The gorgeous, privileged princess knew she was getting married and just wanted to have one last fling with a working-class roughneck like me before going back to her castle with her Prince Charming.
I knew it.
A girl like her would never settle for a guy like me. But I deluded myself into thinking I had a chance. That I’d show up here and sweep her off her feet like some kind of hero. What the hell was I thinking?
I drag my eyes over her body, drinking in her curves and overwhelming beauty. I must have her. There’s no way I’m letting her walk out of my life without having her one more time. Without experiencing that unclaimed slit. She got what she wanted from me, now I’m going to get what I need from her.
She’s eyeing me nervously, like she’s afraid of what I’m about to do. I want to grab her by the hair and drag her out of here like a caveman, but even I can’t pull something like that off in a bar full of people. So I take a calming breath and ask, “You wanna see my bike?”
Sandy clears her throat, pretty explicitly hinting at me to fuck off. But Mira searches my face for a clue as to my intentions. I give her nothing. If she doesn’t get it by now, she never will.
Of course she’s going to shut me down.
The princess goes home with the prince, not the pauper.
But to my surprise, she shrugs. “Sure. Show me.”
Sandy gives he a look like she’s crazy as she stands. “Are you kidding, Mira?”
“It’s fine,” I tell her. “Order a milkshake or something. We’ll be back soon.”
I can tell she wants to say something, but my eyes keep her in her seat as I take Mira’s hand and lead her out the front door and into the parking lot. I pull her around the side and into the shadows where my bike sits alone, still warm from the ride over.
“You surprise me, princess,” I tell her.
“Why’s that?”
“I didn’t think you’d come out here without your friend with you.” She’s already blushing as she looks back at me, then looks over at my bike.
“Well, I guess I’m not as predictable as you think I am.”
Her words are like a hot dagger, challenging me to act. And this time, I can’t restrain myself. I grab her by the hair and pull her close and force her to look me in the eye. It’s like having a piece of art in my hands.
“So I guess I couldn’t predict that a princess like you would be engaged to—let me guess—a lawyer?”
She shakes her head defiantly, her cheeks growing redder by the second.
“A doctor?”
“Wrong again,” she hisses. What’s this girl thinking? She came out here willingly, but now she’s acting like I’m the bad guy. Like I’m the one who did something wrong. I just saved her from a total creep. She’s the one who hid her engagement from me after entrapping me with her beauty back at the shop.
“Fine, don’t tell me,” I growl, pushing her down onto my bike saddle as I unbuckle my belt. My cock is throbbing as I pull it out. She tries not to look but can’t help herself. She also can’t hide her reaction when she sees it again. Her eyes widen, and her lower lip trembles.
“Another fee for fixing my car?” she quips.
I shake my head. “No, princess. This is much simpler. You owe me.”
“Oh? And what for?” she asks, challenging me with her eyes.
“I got rid of that creep back there, and I deserve compensation. So you’re gonna take my blue-collar cock in that royal mouth of yours and you’re gonna suck me until I pump my hot load down your throat,” I growl. My words are filthy and filled with possessive anger.
“Oh, so not on my face this time?” She’s being sassy, but I see the lust in her eyes.
She wants this.
She loves it.
“Not this time.” I shake my head. “You’re gonna swallow every drop.”
There’s no way I can let Mira go home to another man. Just the thought has me raging. I’m not a jealous guy, but envious thoughts are overtaking me. I’ve never had a woman I’ve given two shits about, but picturing her kissing whatever trust-fund baby she’s going to get hitched to has me seething with fury.
But this time when she goes home tonight and kisses him, her lips and tongue will be marked by my cum.
“How did you even find me?” she asks, my stiff cock just inches from her lips.