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PRINCE CHARMING (Cinderella #2) by K. Webster
Release Date: January 26th


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Winston Constantine is no prince charming…
I crave him so badly I think I might be losing my mind. He’s right in front of me, but heโ€™s just as remote as my dreams of getting away from my stepbrothers. I keep playing his twisted games, and I want to stay just as distant as he is. But I canโ€™t. I never could. Iโ€™ve fallen for him. Hopelessly. Irrevocably.
But Winston isnโ€™t a lover, heโ€™s a business venture.
A way for me to pay for college.
A ticket out.
Heโ€™s never pretended to be anything other than that.
I canโ€™t blame him for making me fall in love.
There can be no happily ever after between a maid and a prince, no matter what the stories say.

โ€œLetโ€™s see what the poor maid bought her boss,โ€ he taunts, his fingers digging into my thighs as he roughly holds onto me.

โ€œI didnโ€™t buy it,โ€ I sass back. โ€œI made it.โ€

He rolls his eyes, making him seem much younger like Keaton. It makes me laugh. I reach over to the nightstand and grab the envelope off the top.


โ€œA gift card to Starbucks. How original.โ€

I smack at his bare chest. โ€œItโ€™s not a gift card, asshole.โ€

He smirks as he opens the card. His brow lifts in question as he pulls out a handmade booklet. โ€œCoupons.โ€

I grin at him. โ€œCool, right?โ€

Ignoring me, he flips open the booklet. โ€œA coupon for one free massage from Ash.โ€ His eyes dart to mine, amusement dancing in them. โ€œI could go to the spa and get a massage from someone qualified.โ€

โ€œWould they do it naked?โ€ I taunt.

โ€œHmm,โ€ is all he says as he flips to the next page. โ€œBedtime story by Ash. A bedtime story, huh? A story about the big, bad wolf with his dick up Goldilocksโ€™s ass?โ€

I cackle and smack him again. โ€œYouโ€™re an idiot.โ€

He flips the page and shakes his head. โ€œA free cuddle. I can assure you, Iโ€™m never using this coupon.โ€

I pout, earning a smile from him. โ€œYou never know. They donโ€™t expire so youโ€™re good there.โ€

โ€œYou thought of everything, I see,โ€ he remarks, his eyes back on the booklet. โ€œA trip to the candy store. Hmm.โ€

โ€œThereโ€™s a really neat place where you can mix and matchโ€”โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t eat candy,โ€ he interrupts, flashing me his perfect white teeth.

โ€œFine, weโ€™ll buy some for Perry. Weโ€™re going and soon. Iโ€™m running low on cherry Starburst.โ€

He flips the page. โ€œMovie night in Winstonโ€™s bed.โ€

โ€œSounds fun, right?โ€

โ€œAll of this sounds like torture if weโ€™re being honest.โ€

โ€œBut you love torture,โ€ I argue.

โ€œWhen Iโ€™m the one doing the torturing.โ€ He tosses the coupon book away and grabs onto my neck, pulling me to him. โ€œThat was the most ridiculous gift Iโ€™ve ever received.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re welcome,โ€ I say with a grin.

His lips press to mine, and he kisses me like heโ€™s thankful for the most ridiculous gift. Since I was naked and waiting for him, it doesnโ€™t take long for him to shove his boxers down, freeing his thick, eager cock. Greedily, I slide up and down his length, letting him feel how hot he gets me. His tongue spears into my mouth, and his grip on my ass is nearly painful. I arch my back, lining my opening up with the tip of his dick and then flex my hips so that he slides inside my body. With a hard thrust, he bucks into me. His fingers are going to leave bruises as he forcefully guides me to meet his rhythm. I pant heavily against his mouth, trying to keep up with his maddening pace.

โ€œOh god,โ€ I groan, grinding against him, loving how he hits me in all the right spots. โ€œSo good.โ€

He pinches my nipple and twists it until I whimper. His lips pepper me with hungry, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. When he gets to my throat, he sucks hard enough to make me gasp. With each powerful thrust up into me, I grow more and more dizzy by the need to come. Raking my nails over his chest, I revel in the sharp hiss that escapes him. He nips at my throat hard enough I cry out.


I feel the word whispered over my flesh more than I hear it. Itโ€™s enough to send me over the edge. Stars glitter around me as my orgasm tears through me, obliterating my every nerve ending. He comes with a growl that sets my soul on fire. Heat floods into me, claiming me as his, just like he said.

I collapse onto his sweaty chest, breathing heavily. โ€œHow much to keep you right here for the night just like this?โ€

โ€œEverything you earned tonight.โ€

Itโ€™s then, I realize we can do this. Without the money if we have to. Iโ€™d have to get a real job and an apartment, but we could still have this. We could keep our games and our fantastic sex and our teasing conversations. Heโ€™s protective and caring and in tune with my needs.

Iโ€™m not Meredith.

I would take care of his heart, not break it.

He just has to let me inside.

โ€œDeal.โ€ I stroke my finger over his shoulder. โ€œHappy birthday, Win.โ€

โ€œIndeed it is, Cinderelliott.โ€

I make him happy.

The billionaire who has everything finds enjoyment in the company of me. Some might say itโ€™s a fairy tale ending, but even I know Winstonโ€™s no charming prince.



About K. Webster:
K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in โ€œTornado Alleyโ€ with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When sheโ€™s not writing, sheโ€™s reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.

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