by Madison Faye
And then finally, he was entirely inside of me. I moaned, my whole body shivering in ecstasy as I felt every damn inch of him pulsing thickly inside of me.
Logan groaned, his hands moving back to grab my hips tightly, his tongue and lips moving to tease my nipples. I panted, feeling so full but aching for more. Slowly, I raised up, whispering at the feel of him sliding out before I sank back down, feeling him sheath inside of me again.
“Fuck, just like that, little princess,” he growled, his lips fastening on my nipple, his tongue swirling over it. His cock pulsed as his hands tightened on me. Slowly, I could feel him take over. Slowly, as we moved, I could feel his own arms moving me up and down his big dick more than I was.
And I let go and let him take over completely.
I cried out as he started to move us faster, bouncing me up and down on his big cock and grinding his hips up to meet me in on every stroke. I was lost in the raw power of him, lost in the feelings trembling through me as this man — this gorgeous beast of a man — claimed me as his own.
Suddenly, with a growl, he grabbed me and spun us around. I gasped as my back hit the bed, my legs tight around his muscled hips, his cock never leaving the tight confines of my pussy. I moaned loudly as he drove deep inside, his masculine groans sizzling through my ears as he started thrusting in and out of me. His hand found my wrists, pinning them above my head. His eyes locked on mine before his lips crashed into mine. I moaned into that kiss, rocking my hips to meet his deep thrusts, my whole world melting around me as the pleasure consumed me.
His huge cock drove into me again and again, his huge hands pinning me to the bed, his mouth moving to my neck and biting and sucking the skin there. I felt completely dominated by him, my legs spread wide and up in the air as this beast of a man claimed me. I could feel his heavy balls slapping my ass, his thick head stretching me wide, the muscles of his chest rubbing over my nipples.
He pulled away from my neck and caught my eyes, both of us inches apart and breathing the same air as he slid in harder and deeper.
I was going to come soon, and I was going to come hard. I was going to shatter for the very first time with a man inside of me — and not just any man, this man. This dark, tortured, dominating, beast of a man. And I knew I’d never want anything else but him.
“This is everything,” he growled, as if reading my thoughts. “You’re my everything, Princess.” He moved to kiss me, his tongue sliding over mine as our bodies rocked together higher and higher.
“They’ll tell us we can’t,” I gaped.
“Fuck them.”
“They’ll say this can’t happen.”
“Let them say it to my face,” he snarled. “Because you’re mine now. You’re all mine, forever.”
“Yours,” I squealed, feeling his thick cock throbbing as he drove deep inside. “I’m all yours!”
“Always,” he groaned.
“Always” I gasped.
“I want you as my queen, Princess,” he growled into my ear, his hips slamming into mine and making me whimper in pleasure and this uncontrollable swelling feeling of love at his words.
“You mean…”
“Of course I mean,” he growled into my lips. “I’m going to make you my wife, and my queen, and then?”
I cried out as every enormous inch of him buried inside me in one body shivering thrust.
“And then, I’m going to make you the mother of my children.”
And that’s when I started to fall.
That’s when I felt myself letting go, and felt everything start to explode.
“Come for me, Princess,” he groaned, biting the skin of my neck and driving in deep. “That tight, perfect, sweet little pussy belongs to me now, and I want to feel it come all over my big cock.”
My back arched off the bed, the scream caught in my throat, and I shattered.
“Come for me, my love.”
The scream tore from my throat as the orgasm ripped through me like a hurricane. His hands let go of my wrists, and my hands flew to his neck, clutching him close and crying out into his chest as I came again and again.
Logan roared as he drove every inch of his monster cock inside of me. I felt it swell up, and suddenly, I could feel it. He bellowed as he came, his cock throbbing and pulsing deep inside as I felt the warm sticky jets of his cum fill me to the brim. His lips found mine, and he kissed me fiercely as he rocked inside, pumping into me until I was sure I would pass out from the pleasure blowing through me.
He didn’t pull out when he was done, he just reached up with one finger and lifted my trembling, gasping face to his.
“Mine,” he growled.
“All yours,” I whispered back.
Epilogue
Logan
I walked into the ball that night at King Lucian’s palace looking for the quickest way out, so I could slink away back to my darkness. I walked in there a man on the brink, about to lose the last of my humanity forever.
Instead? Well, instead, I found the light.
I found her. And through my Princess, I was saved.
The curse lifted that night, up in her room at the top of that tower under the glowing full moon. When I was young, and stupid, I’d been punished for chasing fleeting beauty, for looking for temporary escape in the arms of a stranger. I’d lost myself after that. I’d forgotten who I was, because I was convinced it was the nail in my coffin. I’d considered it the worst thing to ever happen to me
I’m not so sure anymore. Because however dark and bleak those years were, that fucking curse led me to Isla. And for that? Well, for that, it may as well have been the best damn thing to ever happen to me.
I found redemption in her arms that night, because there was nothing fleeting about my beautiful Princess. That was for always — hell, I knew that the second I saw her. But making her mine that night, and claiming her as my own, and promising her everything? Well, that was the key to it all. That was how I broke free of the curse that’d dogged me for years.
I can’t say “the beast” disappeared that night, because that’s not true. A monster did, that’s for sure. The anger and the blinding rage and the hate that’d filled me for years did go away that night. But the beast? Well, the beast I kept.
For her.
Because my princess loves bringing him out in me, and damn does she love when he breaks free and comes after her.
The morning after that night was interesting, I’ll say that. I’d wanted to walk down hand-in-hand with her and face her father like a man. Isla had assured me that was the noblest thing she’d ever heard, she just wasn’t quite on board with the “hi mom and dad I just lost my virginity last night. Good morning!” aspect of it.
Fair enough.
And besides, I looked like a fucking wreck, since I’d been up the entire night putting my hands and tongue on every fucking inch of her, and fucking her until neither of us could move.
Instead, stealing kisses on my way and even bending her over and making her come once more on my tongue, I slunk away out the secret passage and made myself scarce by the side entrance to the castle grounds.
…Which is where I caught Magnus, Cade, and fucking Caspian, looking as sleepless as me.
But, those are stories for another day.
The second I got home, changes were made. I called together the entire household staff, apologized for my bullshit over the last few years, and doubled all their pay. I tore the dark curtains off my chamber windows, and finally allowed my poor housekeeper to have at my dump of a room.
I showered. I shaved. I dressed like the damn king I was.
And then I went right back to Avlion. I went right back to Lucian’s palace, sent word that I needed an audience, and marched right into his offices upon admittance.
I told him everything. I told him his daughter was the light I’d been waiting for. I promised him the curse had been real, but that it was gone now. I swore on everything in this world and the next to do whatever it took to prov
e to him that I was the man for his daughter, and that I’d give her the world on a platter for the rest of her life.
Well, okay, I didn’t tell him everything. I figured it was prudent to leave out the part about taking her virginity the night before.
There was doubt, and I accepted that. After all, I’d spent years digging this reputation for myself as a total monster. And hell, it’s not like I had such a noble reputation before the curse either.
But through Isla, I’d seen the man I needed to be. For myself. For my kingdom.
For her.
In the end, I think that’s what got through to him. That and Queen Jessica, at his side as always, elbowing him sharply in the ribs and hissing at him to quit scowling at me.
We were married a week later. Fuck waiting. I’d been waiting for her my whole damn life.
She came back to Torsund with me a queen, and the whole damn kingdom seemed to light up the second she stepped foot into it. The people were crazy about her, the palace staff adored her, and I loved her as hard as I could.
And I always let the beast out of it’s cage behind our chamber doors whenever she asked for it, which was often.
So if you’re looking for a happy ever after, this is what I can give you: a curse lifted, a heart mended, and queen to complete me, along with the son she ended up bearing me forty weeks to the damn day of the night I took her for the first time.
I’d been an idiot in my youth. Then a monster for longer than I wish to dwell on. But now, I was the man I’d always been meant to be. He just need to find his princess first.
And now? Now we’re getting ready for a ball of our own. You see, there’s another wedding about to happen. I wasn’t the only one who found something he was expecting that night. And tonight, we were going to toast to another happy ending. Tonight we’d toast to—
Well, like I said, maybe that’s a fairy tale for another day.
The End
Sneak Peek - Stealing Beauty
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Stealing Beauty
She’s been mine from the second I saw her. Tonight, I’ll make sure everyone knows that.
The tabloids call me “Prince Magnum,” and it’s not because I’ve got a big kingdom.
A royal “suitor’s ball”, full of single, untouched female royalty, should be a buffet for a man like me. It doesn’t matter what a woman’s bloodline is -- once I’ve set my sights on her, she’ll be on her knees in minutes.
But that’s before I walk in and lock eyes with her. Princess Imogen.
She’s sweet and untouched, with eyes that beg me to take her and innocence that’s just waiting to be claimed. Once I’ve seen her, nothing is going to stop me from taking what’s mine…
And Imogen will be mine.
A “suitor’s ball” to find her a husband, huh?
F*ck that.
She’s been mine and only mine since the minute I laid eyes on her. And tonight, I’m going to make this princess my queen.
*Please note that each of the Possessing Beauty books are completely standalone stories centered around one couple, with no cliffhangers.
Stealing Beauty is a quick and filthy modern fairytale involving an utterly obsessed alpha hero and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to give you the vapors. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!
Chapter 1
Imogen
I took a shaky breath, my green eyes meeting my own gaze in the mirror. My lip quivered, and I could see the nervousness playing out in a pink blush across my cheeks. I took another breath, clenching my fists by my sides and closing my eyes. I’d been dreading that night for weeks, and now it was here.
The ball. Specifically, the ball my father, King Lucian of Avlion was throwing for all “eligible bachelors and bachelorettes” across the kingdoms, now that he’d finally decided that his daughters were ready for marriage.
Heck, or dating even, since neither myself nor my sisters had really done any of that either. And I was twenty.
I knew my father meant the best for us — not letting his eighteen, twenty, and twenty-one year old daughters seek partners until now wasn’t some show of old-fashioned customs like my little sister Isla always said. He was really just protecting us, and giving us the time to have a proper view of the world before we started looking for someone to share our lives with. And besides that, most princes had horrid reputations as foul, filthy-mouthed womanizers.
But that night should have been something I’d looked forward to, not secretly cringed about. After all, my parents had invited all sorts of princes from the neighboring kingdoms, including the absolutely dreamy Prince Chester of Montagne. I’d be an idiot to think I was the only single princess that had eyes on him, but he’d written my father three times over the last few weeks, mentioning how excited he was for the dance and to meet me.
I know, I know. Believe me, I understand how out of touch it seemed in the modern world of cellphones and Facebook and snapchat to be throwing balls for princes and princesses to meet at, but hey, that's the word I was born into, and as much as Isla, and even my older sister, Ilana, poo-poo-ed the royal life we lived, I actually liked it.
Well, except for tonight.
Because, yes, Chester was coming, and yes, the whole palace had been done up beautifully for the ball, and yes, my bright chartreuse green gown, with the exposed shoulders and gold trim looked amazing and made my red hair and green eyes just pop.
But there was a storm cloud hanging over tonight. A dark, filthy-mouthed, crude-talking, perverted, scandalizing, morally repugnant storm cloud. And this storm cloud had a name:
Prince Magnus Jameson.
The absolutely disgusting, tabloid-scandal-ridden prince of the kingdom of Zale.
The absolutely gross, ridiculously cocky, impossibly arrogant, and unfairly gorgeous Prince Magnus.
And I say unfairly, because it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that someone that obnoxious, and with that much of a terrible reputation could also be hands down the most attractive, heart-stoppingly gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. Thick dark brown hair, sharp, piercing blue eyes, and an absolutely melting smile perpetually across that perfect, chiseled, handsome face. Broad shoulders, powerful arms, and since I did unfortunately read the tabloids and see the pictures of him on various beaches and yachts, a body absolutely carved from marble.
Prince Magnus, but then, the tabloids had a new name for him as of late.
Prince Magnum.
Take a guess what that was in reference to.
I blushed in my bedroom mirror, shivering and quickly shutting my eyes again as the memory of that day came flooding back with the usual heat it always did. It’d been four weeks ago, and I never should have been there.
My parents had believed I’d been going to southern Spain to do some homeless outreach in some of the poorer areas. After all, helping wherever I could with people that hadn’t had the completely random luck of being born into a kingdom like I had was one of my passion projects. And I had gone to one of the slums outside Valencia to help, but then I’d gone off itinerary.
I’m not entirely sure why I’d lied to my pilot about my father being perfectly aware of me going to Ibiza. I’m not sure why I checked into a hotel under an assumed name, or why I’d bought the biggest pair of movie-star, incognito sunglasses and big brimmed hat I could find. Maybe it was because I’d just turned twenty, and I just wanted something exciting. I wanted to go a little crazy, I guess, for once.
That’d lasted all of one day. I’d sunned by the pool, I’d had exactly two glasses of wine at the hotel bar, I’d gone upstairs to change to go out—
And that’s when I’d been introduced to Prince Magnus.
No, that’s when I’d been introduced to Prince Magnum.
At first, I’d had a horrified thought that I’d somehow wa
lked into the wrong penthouse suite. But there were only three suites like this at the hotel, and I knew I’d made a right off the elevator.
I’d wanted to scream, but it was like I was frozen to the spot just staring at the sight that greeted me when I walked in. Frozen, scandalized, staring, and incredibly and horribly turned on.
Because there, laying spread out and propped up in my bed, without a stitch of clothing on that absolutely gorgeous body, was Prince Magnus.
…With every single inch of his…well, Magnum standing at attention.
I’d felt the heat in my face, not to mention other places as my eyes had just dropped to his absolutely enormous… thing, pulsing rock hard between his legs. Every instinct to scream, or turn and flee, or even look away just vanished as I stared at him, as if I was hypnotized.
There’s no way that’s real.
There just wasn’t, except the proof was sitting there with a cocky grin on his face, his hands behind his head, his rippling abs flexing, a smirk on his face, and the biggest cock I could have ever imaged throbbing between his legs.
The tabloids usually blew stories out of proportion. Not this one. Not the “Prince Magnum” story.
…If anything, they’d under-sold it.
It was him that broke the silence.
“You order some room service, Claire?” He’d said with a smug grin, rocking his hips just enough to make his huge dick wave a little in the air.
I let out a little peeping sound, my hand flying to my mouth as my eyes had somehow gotten even bigger.