Page 80 of My Five Daddies

The prince commands me to meet him in his private chambers, and so I go. I have no clue what he’s thinking or what he reallywants.

But he makes it clear when he tells me to getundressed.

That cocky asshole. Just because he’s a royal, doesn’t mean I’m just going to sleep with him. Sure, he’s handsome as hell, with a delicious smirk that drives me crazy and a rock-hard body that he clearly works on. But I don’t just sleep with someone because they order meto.

Still, he’s a real prince. And he’s so handsome, and staring at me, and I know what he’sthinking.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers in my ear. The room is so beautiful, and he’s so handsome, and I don’t know what I’m doing here. “Are youafraid?”

He grins at me and takes me by the hand. He pulls me toward the bed and gestures at a dress he has draped on the luxurious clothcomforter.

“Put that on,” he says to me. “I want you to wear it for me. I want you to watch me tear it off your body, bit by bit, until you’re begging me to take it alloff.”

I take a sharp breath. The dress is gorgeous, a black silky cascade of material. I’ve never seen anything like it. Light seems to get lost in itsshimmer.

But I can’t do this. I don’t even know this man. He’s an arrogant bastard if he thinks I’ll actually givein.

“Go ahead, touch it,” he sayssoftly.

I take a sharp breath. Does he mean what I think hemeans?

He smirks and takes my hand, guiding it downward. My heart beats so fast, I can barelybreathe.

I take the dress in my fingers. It’s silkysmooth.

“Imagine that on your beautiful body,” he says. “Do you want to be myprincess?”

I don’t want it. I need it. I don’t think I’ve ever needed something so badlybefore.

His lips graze my neck. “Go ahead,” he says. “Undress for me. Give in to what you want. I can see it written all over your body. You want this so badly, you can barelybreathe.”

I turn toward him, not sure what todo.

“Give in to me, Princess.” He tips my chin up towardhim.

Arrogant bastard. This prince is a totalplayer.

And I’m falling for hisgame.

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Nolan

“But Nolan,”she says, her voice so whiny that I almost want to throw her out the window, “youpromised!”

I didn’t fucking promise. I never, ever make promises to these girls. It’s always one night and they’re done, and I never say there will be more. And yet so many of them wake up from an evening of pure fucking pleasure and crave more so badly that they try to pretend like I offered themmore.

I never fall for thisshit.

I sigh and toss over her shirt. “Get dressed,” Isay.

She pouts at me. Great lips, decent tits, but nothing I haven’t had before. “Are youserious?”

“Serious,” I say. “It was fun. But you knew what you were gettinginto.”

I can see the expression on her face change in an instant, and I know what’s comingnext.

“You asshole,” she says, tossing the coversaside.

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