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  me. "Then I'm going to take you into the palace and spend the rest of the night with my cock buried inside of you."

  His filthy words make me crazy. I'm breathing hard and practically seeing stars. I'm swollen so tightly around him and his cock is so hard that I think he's close to coming, too. "Yes, Yes, Yes," I sigh.

  "You like it like this, don't you? You like that I ripped up your dress and pushed you up against the wall, and that I'm fucking you rough right outside of the palace."

  "Oh, God, yes."

  "Tell me how much you like me pulling your hair and slapping your ass," he growls. He doesn't wait for me to tell him, though, before he smacks my ass cheek. The pain pushes me closer to the edge.

  "I love it," I whimper.

  "Slide your fingers between your legs," he orders. "Play with your clit while I fuck you."

  So I do exactly that, my fingers strumming my clit as he pushes deeper and deeper inside me. I'm so close to coming, I can hardly hang on.

  "You love me telling you just what to do," he notes, yanking my hair hard. "You love me taking control of you and fucking you rough."

  "Yes," I whine.

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "I'm going to cuff you to the bed in your room and take my time with you. Do you want that, princess?"

  Yes.

  Oh, God. The very thought makes me nearly come.

  "I'm going to come, Max," I moan, warning him.

  He slaps my ass cheek hard as he thrusts into me even harder. "You come when I say you come, Alexandra."

  I can't help myself.

  There's no way I can wait, and even if I could wait, I wouldn't. I'd still defy him on principle, just to defy him.

  I let go, crying out his name as I come hard, the orgasm so intense that it's practically blinding. I'm coming for what seems like forever. Time seems to stand still as I crash over the edge.

  My orgasm triggers his, and he comes with a furious groan. He pulls my ponytail so hard as he thrusts inside me once, twice, three times, that I think he's going to pull the hair right out of my head. My muscles squeeze his cock, milking him dry and throbbing around him when my orgasm finally begins to subside.

  Afterward, I'm breathing hard, my chest rising and falling and my cheek pressed against the side of the wall. When Max pulls me close against him, I can feel the pounding of his heart and the rising and falling of his chest as he breathes. "I've never heard anything as hot as when you called me that," he whispers.

  "Daddy, you mean?" I joke.

  He brings his hand to my breast and pinches my nipple with his fingers, causing me to yelp before I giggle. "Max," he corrects.

  "Mmm-hmm," I mumble, as he grazes my ear with his lips. "Max."

  I might be able to get used to saying that.

  That prospect should be fucking terrifying, but it's not. Maybe it's the afterglow of my orgasm clouding my mind right now, but the idea of getting used to saying his name – getting used to him – isn't scaring me.

  Of course, the fact that it's not bothering me is probably the scariest thing of all.

  31

  Max

  My name, coming from Alexandra's lips. It's the simplest thing in the world, the most basic thing to hear from someone you're sleeping with. So it shouldn't make me as turned on as it does to hear my name come out of her mouth.

  But it does. It feels like an accomplishment.

  "Say it again," I demand.

  She whispers my name and laughs, then says it louder. "Max."

  "Good girl," I murmur.

  "I can be a very good girl," she teases.

  "I know you can." My cock twitches at the thought of exactly how good she will be – and of how good I will be to her – once I get her out of the middle of the fucking palace grounds and into her bed.

  What the hell was I thinking, doing this with her up against the damned wall outside like a fucking animal?

  I'm standing here zipping up my pants, and Alexandra – Princess Alexandra – is pulling down the dress that I just destroyed by tearing in half – the expensive designer dress that I just ripped up with my bare hands like some kind of crazy person.

  Outside.

  In the middle of the damned palace grounds.

  Where anyone might find us.

  This entire thing is beyond stupid. It's reckless and crazy, and I don't do either of those things. Alexandra is obviously causing me to lose my mind, and that's a problem not only when it comes to protecting her, but in general. I don't lose my mind over anything, and I sure don't lose it when it comes to spoiled princesses.

  Yet she seems to be the only thing I can think about.

  I tried to keep from fucking her. I really did. I even told myself that if I just gave in to my baser impulses with her, if I just scratched that itch, it would go away.

  Now I'm standing here having just scratched that itch. The only thing I can think about – the only thing in the world I want to do right now – is pick her spoiled little ass up, carry her inside the palace, lock her up in her room, chain her to my bed, and never let her go. So, as it turns out, the itch seems to have just gotten stronger.

  Picking up her shoes where they're scattered in the grass, I kneel on the ground at her feet and slip them on her. She looks down at me and giggles. "I feel like the porn version of Cinderella right now," she whispers.

  My hands slide up her ankle to her calf, then higher to her thighs. My dick twitches the farther I go up her legs. What the hell is wrong with me? I just fucked her and I'm dying to do it again. "You're definitely the naughtiest princess in the kingdom," I tell her.

  "I'll take that as a compliment."

  "I meant it as one." I really do, too; she's the most un-princess-like princess there ever was. Standing up, I pull her hard against me. Damn it, she feels perfect against my body like she's supposed to be here.

  We pause, standing still for a moment before Alexandra clears her throat and puts her hands on my chest, pushing me away playfully. "We can't stand here all night," she says, then turns to walk away.

  She's perpetually skittish, always moving, never letting anyone get close. Even after I've been inside her, she still doesn't let me get too close.

  She walks away swinging her hips, as if she's wearing regular clothes and not a transparent, half-torn dress. She walks as if she has all the confidence in the world, and as if she didn't just push me away because she's scared.

  A few yards ahead, she turns and gives me a playful look. "Are you going to hang out in the lawn, or are you going to take me back to my room and cuff me to the bed already?"

  I can't help the grin that spreads across my face as I catch up to her. "Well, when you put it that way." She squeals as I scoop her up into my arms. "Be careful with your demands, little girl, or I might just take you to your room and chain you to your bed and never let you go."

  Alexandra squirms, protesting: "Bodyguard, I can walk by myself."

  "Don't be so uppity."

  "I'm not uppity!"

  I laugh. "Oh, you're uppity as hell."

  "I'm independent."

  "That's a fucking understatement," I say. "And uppity is far more accurate."

  I don't set her down until we make our way into the range of the security cameras that pan the entrance to one of the old secret passageways. Only then do I let her walk, following her at a respectable, professional, bodyguard-like distance – and not the distance of a man who just fucked the daughter of a king up against a dirty wall.

  Alexandra puts her finger on the electronic pad by the door and unlocks it, but not before she grins up at the security camera and gives it a middle-fingered wave.

  "Classy, princess," I note, shaking my head.

  After the door opens, we slip inside. The tunnel is illuminated by the LED lights that line the ceiling, bathing the entire place in a weird, bluish glow. These tunnels should be the least sexy locations ever, but the only thing I can think about when I'm in them is the night of the engagement party wh