Ravished by The Prince – The Forbidden Fun Read Online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
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CHAPTER 2

Eric

“Can I get you anything, Your Majesty?” a slender man wearing a suit and bowtie asks as he bows. I know he’s only showing respect, but sometimes I wish I could just be treated like a regular person.

“Just a cognac -- neat,” I say.

“Right away, Your Majesty,” the waiter says as he scurries off. “Coming right up.”

With a nod, I stroll over to the balcony of Club Luxe and lean over the railing, glancing down at the crowd below. Beneath the night sky, strobe lights flash, illuminating the crowd as their bodies gyrate to the blaring music. Laughter trickles to my ears, interlaced with conversations, chitchat, and the melodious giggles of women. I sigh again.

Usually, the spectacle of Chromian night life excites me with its glitz and glamour. It even attracts a slew of celebrities who use it as their playground because the rich and famous come from all around the world, lured in to our small European country by the bright, glimmering lights of our casinos, not to mention the Formula One Grand Prix we host every year. Chromia is a place many people fall in love with, but sometimes, I wish I could escape.

A group of women see me from below, and they begin to scream and jump, waving their arms while shouting my name. Shit, I’ve been seen. I slink back into the VIP lounge, my shoulders drooping. It sounds like every man’s fantasy to have beautiful women from all around the world lusting after you, but it’s a dream I’m ready to wake up from already because let’s be real: these women only want my crown and the wealth attached to it. They couldn’t care less about who I really am.

“Your cognac, Your Majesty,” the server says as he hands me my drink with another bow.

“Thank you,” I say as I slip him a hefty tip. His eyes grow wide with shock.

“Oh Your Majesty, it’s too much!” he exclaims as he stares at the coin in hand.

“Don’t mention it,” I say in a wry tone. “They need to pay you more around here.” He nods, and scurries away, leaving me to my peace. With another sigh, I sip my cognac as I look down at the crowd from the darkened interior of the club. From down there, it probably looks like I’m the king of the world with my spacious chambers, flashy lifestyle, and fancy cars. Yet they have no idea the weight that comes with the crown.

“Prince Eric,” a soft voice says from behind me. I recognize it far too well. Shit, I was hoping I wasn’t going to run into her tonight. The woman places a small hand on my shoulder as she steps beside me.

“Miranda,” I greet while taking another sip of my cognac. “Funny you should be here.”

The blonde looks at me with innocent blue eyes.

“Is it funny? I’m a member at Club Luxe. I haven’t seen you around in a while,” she says, leaning in closer to me. The truth is, I’ve been avoiding Miranda because the woman just can’t seem to take no for an answer. The tight silver dress she’s wearing hugs her skinny frame, and the slit down the center of it exposes a flat chest. She’s the heiress to the largest luxury hotel franchise in the world, and she’s treated like royalty everywhere she goes. Honestly, Miranda could have any man she wants in the world, but her body only craves one – me.

“I’ve been busy,” I say in a polite but distant tone, hoping to end the conversation.

“Too busy for me?” she asks as she gently caresses my arm. Oh god, no. Miranda’s hot for me, and I can literally feel the sexual heat seeping from her body. She aches for my touch, wishing I would take charge and ravish her, as I’ve done in the past. But the thing is that she doesn’t turn me on anymore. It’s something about her little-girl attitude and spoiled temperament. As a result, I’ve made it abundantly clear that I’m done, but the woman is used to getting everything she wants, and what she wants is Prince Eric served up on a platter.

“My duties as the Prince come first. You know that,” I say in a tight voice while finishing my cognac.

“I know,” Miranda whines as she bats her eyelashes. “But I miss you, Eric. Really, truly.” I swallow my snort because I don’t miss her at all; in fact, I haven’t even thought about Miranda until now. We were never exclusive, and I’d never brought her to any formal functions. She was merely a playmate in my bedroom for a time. But a girl can fantasize, right? Nonetheless, I need to be blunt.

“Miranda, I’ve already told you – it’s over between us,” I say firmly.

“You don’t mean that,” she pouts as she leans in to kiss me. Her breath smells like vodka, and I’m completely repulsed. I push the scrawny woman away from me, trying my best not to make a scene because the last thing I need is to be on the front page of a magazine with an article that goes on and on about how I take advantage of women as the “Playboy Prince.” Ha. Well, I guess I deserve that. After many years as a love ‘em and leave ‘em type, I suppose the moniker is on point. I’ve just changed, that’s all. I no longer bed women just for fun, and I’m not exactly clueless either. The women are getting younger and younger … while I’m not. I don’t want to be some gross old guy with a fifteen-year-old starlet on his elbow.


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