My Royal Temptation. Riley Pine
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Название: My Royal Temptation

Автор: Riley Pine

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Arrogant Heirs

isbn: 9781474071130

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СКАЧАТЬ palace is my personal sanctuary. No one is welcome there save for my brother Benedict. Not my dalliances. And not my father or stepmother. It’s the only place that is just for me. Where I can be—me.

      The world gets my dick. No one has a right to my soul.

      “This was obviously a mistake,” she murmurs to herself before rising unsteadily. “We got off on the wrong foot.”

      “You got off on the wrong foot.” I nod at her bare right foot, the one on which she can barely place any weight, and I offer her my arm. She takes it, but not before rolling her eyes. “We got off on more than that,” I add. My cock jumps like a dog hungry for a treat. “At least you did.”

      She sniffs. Who’d imagine this ice queen could melt into such a passionate, bright, fiery lover?

      Interesting.

      She limps but is able to hold her own now. I like to think it has something to do with my talent between her legs, that my skillful tongue has a healing effect. I guide her out of the maze. Grass stains mar her perfectly tailored ivory skirt, a visible reminder of what we just did, and just like that, I’m hard as a rock again.

      “From the tabloids,” she says, “it sounds like you won’t suffer for long. Tell me, how long has it been since you were inside a woman?”

      I shrug with studied nonchalance. “Mouth or pussy?”

      She gasps as my words sink in.

      I pretend to count my fingers. “Six hours for pussy. Seven for her mouth. Give or take fifteen minutes. And if her brother hadn’t barged in on us this morning, I’m guessing those numbers would be significantly smaller.”

      “You’re a pig.” Her brows slam together. “A rutting, depraved boar.”

      “No. I’m a prince.” I draw myself to full height. “Your prince.”

      “And I’m here in service to my king.” She juts out her jaw, gaze unbowed, refusing to cave at my power play. “Sire, you are my client. It’s been royally commanded by your father and my liege lord, which means we need to get to work. I will return tomorrow to do your personality profile.”

      “My what?”

      “It’s protocol for all our clients.” There is a note of finality in her clipped tone. She means business.

      I click my tongue, half annoyed and half impressed. “You’ll never marry me off, sweetheart.”

      “Tell that to my matchmaking success rate of 100%.” She offers a smug smile. “See you tomorrow, Highness.”

      Once out of the maze, she releases my arm and continues alone. But she’s still injured, so her haughty exit falls flat, even as she takes off her other shoe. I bite back a laugh before realizing the joke is on me. Because guess who still has a hard-on the size of the Matterhorn?

      Still, I should follow her to the castle lest she goes to the tabloids with some trumped-up story about how poorly she was treated on palace property.

      “I am fine to proceed alone,” she says, reading my thoughts. An unsettling experience.

      “I’m afraid I must insist,” I say, taking the few steps needed to catch up to her.

      “Please.” Her composure slips a notch. The mask not fully secure. “I—I need a moment alone.” A sign this unexpected dalliance affected her, as well.

      She turns and makes her way toward the palace gates, clutching her heels, only the slightest limp still evident. Miss Winter has spunk. I’ll give her that.

      A woman like this could bring a less controlled man to his knees. Good thing that I’m no such man. This angel is more dangerous than any devil.

      Kate

      I don’t care if it hurts to walk. Nothing is more important than distance. And by distance I mean space between me and Nikolai Lorentz.

      The only problem? When I slip through the gates onto the main grounds, I can’t get to the front of the castle without swimming the moat.

      Good Lord. He lives in a palace. With a moat. And I almost slept with him in a freaking maze. I begged the prince of our realm to fuck me as I lay in the grass with my skirt hiked up over my hips. What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t fuck anybody. I have lovely, meaningful sex with men who love and care for me—and who put a ring on it. At least, I did have that once.

      As I contemplate my next move, an older man—probably in his late thirties—approaches me from a nearby garden.

      “Pardon me, Miss Winter, but I have been instructed to take you home.”

      I shake my head. “No, thank you. That won’t be necessary. If you could point me toward the most direct route to the main road, I’m sure I can get a taxi.”

      I look behind me, expecting to see Nikolai approaching, but he’s nowhere to be found.

      “Miss, there is no direct route to the main road other than through the palace.” He looks me up and down. “And I am assuming you’d like to make a discreet exit?”

      I sigh and cling to the last shred of my dignity, holding my head high even as my just-been-finger-fucked hair falls into my face.

      “I’m quite content walking through the palace...” But I trail off as I note myself gesturing with my shoes in my hands—as threads from my torn skirt tickle my thigh—and I immediately deflate.

      “So...you were instructed to take me home?”

      The man nods, the hints of silver in his dark hair glinting in the sun, and it’s only now that I realize his impeccably tailored suit, his straightened spine and hands clasped in front of his hips. His jaw is chiseled and his brown eyes are dark and knowing. He is not royalty. I can tell that much. But he exudes an undisputable authority nonetheless.

      “Yes, Miss. His Royal Highness the Prince texted me with the order to see you home safely. I can lead you through the kitchen and out the servants’ exit to avoid any unpleasant encounters upon your departure.”

      I hold out my arms, shoes dangling from my index fingers. “I guess I’m not in any shape to run into the king and queen again, especially if I want to keep this job.”

      The man doesn’t even crack a smile but instead offers me a single nod.

      “This way, Miss.” He motions toward the garden from which he came.

      I limp in his direction, trying not to read into the prince’s gesture of making sure I get home safely. There is no way Nikolai Lorentz cares what happens between us from here on out other than him opposing my very being here.

      “You can call me Kate,” I say, once I reach his side and he holds out an arm. I grab both of my shoes with my right hand and take his arm with my left—not because I need to but because it would seem rude to decline.

      I breathe in sharply as my hand grips muscle so tight and corded that I can feel it through his suit.

      “As you wish, Miss Kate,” he says, and СКАЧАТЬ