The Prince’s Contract Fiancee

Oseka Dimenti

Ana is prime minister and Nicholas is prince of Astridia. Both have grown up with each other and work together as adults. Nicholas has always carried a torch for Ana but has never been able to make his move. Now he's ready to pounce, especially after years of standing on the sideline seeing Ana date other men. Nicholas pushes Ana to new sexual depths, introducing her to the world of BDSM. Ana fears this world and what it means, but she hesitantly pushes forward to explore it with Nicholas. Nicholas, however, is carrying a secret involving the death of Ana's ex and the role Nicholas played in it. He's unsure if Ana will forgive him, but he hopes she will so that they can move from friendship to happily ever after.

Age Rating: 18+ (BDSM)

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The Prince’s Contract Fiancee

Oseka Dimenti

Ana is prime minister and Nicholas is prince of Astridia. Both have grown up with each other and work together as adults. Nicholas has always carried a torch for Ana but has never been able to make his move. Now he's ready to pounce, especially after years of standing on the sideline seeing Ana date other men. Nicholas pushes Ana to new sexual depths, introducing her to the world of BDSM. Ana fears this world and what it means, but she hesitantly pushes forward to explore it with Nicholas. Nicholas, however, is carrying a secret involving the death of Ana's ex and the role Nicholas played in it. He's unsure if Ana will forgive him, but he hopes she will so that they can move from friendship to happily ever after.

Age Rating: 18+ (BDSM)

1: Chapter 1

ANA

I wake up before my alarm. My pussy is dripping wet, and the day hasn’t even started yet.

I groan. This is happening more often these days, and my frustration is rising along with the frequency of my sexy dreams.

In this particular dream, I walk into his secret room by accident, and instead of walking right out and minding my business, I stay and start exploring all the chains, whips, and contraptions.

I am so caught up with my naughty exploration that I don’t realize I have been caught.

“Hi, beautiful. Looking for something?” he says.

I jump about ten feet in the air with a yelp and turn around to see his smoldering green eyes looking at me speculatively. Hungry eyes.

“I…uh…I was looking for you and walked in here by mistake—”

He cuts me off with a laugh. It was more of a bark, really.

“Walked in by accident, I accept. But why did you stay?” He stalks up to me slowly, like a predator approaching its prey.

I start to shiver. I look at his shirtless frame walking toward me. My eyes drift down his deliciously gorgeous body, starting from his wide shoulders and gliding down his defined pecs and abs—how many packs can a person have?—to the waistband of his black pajama bottoms lying low on his hips, and then I glance down even further—oh my!

He gets close to me, and before I can react, he grabs my dress and rips it down the front! I should be scared. Instead, I am shaking with need and desire.

He takes my mouth in a fierce, brutal kiss that gets my head spinning as he takes off my bra and kneads my heavy breasts in his large, calloused hands, pinching my sensitive nipples between his fingers.

I throw my head back and disconnect our kiss as I cry out at the sharp bite of pain and pleasure radiating from my nipples. How is it possible for him to do so much at the same time?

His left hand leaves my breast and grabs the back of my head, bringing my soft lips—already plump and pink from his first kiss—back to his lips. I moan into his mouth as he continues his rough kisses.

My breath catches in my throat when his right hand leaves my breast and trails downward. He pauses at the juncture of my thighs, teasing.

“Please!” I cry out. “Please touch me!” I squirm to get closer to his hand.

My hand leaves his shoulder, where I had perched both hands to keep myself upright from the bone-melting effect of his kisses, to grab his hand and lead him to my wet heat. He grabs my hand instead, breaking our kiss to bring my arm up to nibble the sensitive inside of my wrist.

Is he trying to kill me? I mewl like an animal, all pride gone.

“Nicholas, please!” I cry out again, knowing he knows what I’m begging for.

With a speed that catches me off guard, his hand, which was holding onto mine earlier, goes down, and he sinks his fingers into me.

My knees buckle with the shock and the sharp pleasure, and he holds me up with his other arm and his hand at my head, continuing his sensual exploration of my folds. He sinks his middle finger inside me, his thumb teasing my clit. I cry out again, panting like I’ve run a hundred miles.

This is what the other women feel when they are with him, I think, the thought screaming in my head.

Now it’s my voice ringing out, bouncing off the walls. I don’t recognize my own voice. It’s like a wild animal is trapped in my body and has finally had a chance to break free and howl at this sexy torture.

Another finger joins the first one inside my folds. His thumb speeds up on my little nub, and I arch my back in response, losing my voice for several seconds. The pleasure is blinding!

My orgasm comes like a storm out to obliterate everything in its path. I am on the brink as the darkness of my climax builds around my pussy, radiating to the rest of my body. I start to shake like crazy.

Anytime now… So close…

My phone rings and startles me!

Shit! I was so close!

I keep my right hand at my pussy while I try to grab my pesky phone with my left hand to stop the annoying ring. Who the fuck is calling me at such an ungodly hour?

My left hand can’t reach the phone, causing me to pull my right hand away from my pussy. I curse at the caller with every word in the book.

I pick up my phone. Oh, the subject of my fantasies is calling.

Nicholas never calls this early. At least, not without good reason.

I sigh. I’ll have to answer.

“Hello?”

“Good morning, Ana.” His sexy baritone vibrates through the phone. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“It’s fine. I was awake anyway,” I say.

“We’ve got an emergency. Trade talks with Tirzad took a turn. We need to be on a plane and on our way there within the hour.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

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