Prince Charming (Cinderella #2) Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Cinderella Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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“That’s mean.”

“Marrying that wicked witch with her rotten turds and treating you like you weren’t the most important thing in his world was mean,” I snap, a little too testily.

Her brows crash together, all playfulness gone. “Just when I think my boyfriend doesn’t care, he says something super romantic to me.”

“Get your head checked if you found anything about that statement remotely romantic.”

“We’ve ascertained I’m not quite right up here,” she sasses, “but I totally blame you.”

I give her pussy another slap that has her scowling at me. Finally, she dials her father. As soon as she starts to chat it up with him, I run my tongue along her slit, reveling in the sharp hiss of air she sucks in. She groans as I slip a finger inside of her while simultaneously sucking on her small clit. Her body is slick inside, clenching around my finger like she wishes it were my dick. I rub at her g-spot, thrilled when she whimpers.

“Are you okay, honey?” her dad asks, making me smile against her pussy.

“Great. Just sore from my run this morning.”

Big liar. The only thing she runs is her mouth.

They continue to chat, but she doesn’t bring up the tuition. I pull away, giving her a look that demands she moves the conversation along. She grimaces, but then whimpers again when I go back to driving her wild.

“I, uh, wanted to tell you the uh, unhhh . . .”

“The what?” her dad asks. “Honey, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” she cries out. “I’m fabulous. Very happy.” She gasps. “I’m just so thrilled that Winston is paying f-for my first year of school.”

Silence aside from the sloppy sounds of my mouth on her pussy.

“Manda said she would be paying for your tuition.” His voice is strained and a bit angry. “We don’t need Mr. Constantine to step in.”

“I don’t mind it at all,” I say, and then nip at her clit. “It’s my pleasure.”

“I didn’t realize he was listening in,” Baron grumbles. “Maybe we should discuss this later.”

“There’s nothing to discuss, Dad. Win and I made a deal.”

“What sort of deal?” he demands.

“Just work stuff.” She trembles, her ass lifting off the desk, desperately seeking my tongue. “We worked it all out.”

I suck on her clit and then pop off loudly, never losing stride as I finger her g-spot. “The money will be in an account that can’t be touched. By anyone.”

I let those words sink in, pleased that I’ve rendered him speechless. My focus is on Ash’s face that she manages to keep impassive aside from the gnawing of her bottom lip between her teeth. The moment she comes, she whines and clamps her eyes shut, her pussy milking my finger like it’ll come inside her needy little hole.

“Don’t cry, honey,” Baron says. “You know I’m sorry about your college fund.” He curses and sighs. “Look, I have to get back to work. We’ll discuss this later. I love you.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

She hangs up and glowers at me. “Happy?”

I slide my finger out of her and give her pussy another smack. “Unbelievably so.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

We have a stare down as my dick hardens with the need to fuck her sassy mouth. I’m about to suggest it when someone knocks.

“What?” I bark out.

“You have an important visitor,” Deborah calls through the door.

Ash scrambles off the desk and quickly yanks her dress down to cover herself. My fingers are still wet and the office smells like her sweet pussy.

“Send them in,” I say, enjoying Ash’s annoyed growl.

When the door opens, the blood that had been making my dick throb turns ice cold.

Fuck.

16

Ash

Oh my God.

Caroline Constantine. A golden, older replica of the man beside me. His freaking mother. I imagined a million different scenarios of when we’d meet, all including me making a wonderful first impression. Not this. Not walking in after the wicked act that transpired between me and Winston. A mother knows things. This one, I bet, doesn’t miss a thing.

It makes me feel dirty. Less like a girlfriend and more like a prostitute. I just let him eat me out in exchange for my college tuition. I’m ready to run away to my whore apartment and hide forever if we’re being honest.

Winston clears his throat, seemingly rattled by the intrusion. If he’s rattled, I’m completely fucked. It normally takes a lot to rattle him.

Caroline’s icy glare sweeps over me, slowly cataloging every detail from my flushed cheeks to the phone in my hand to the way I shift awkwardly on my heels. The room smells like sex, which makes me cringe in horror.

“Mother,” he grunts out, finding his voice. “This is my assistant, Ash Elliott.”

Right. Assistant.

Not girlfriend.

It’s a painful sting of reality.

“I know who she is.” Caroline waves a dismissive hand at me. “I need a word with my son.” She gives me a fake-as-hell smile. “Alone.”


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