Filthy Fairy Tales

Ten seconds. That’s how long it took for me to decide that this early morning diner waitress was going to be the next lucky girl to hop onto my princely d*ck. Yeah, I was hungover as f*ck and still wearing last night’s tuxedo, but that’s never exactly been a problem. Most of the time I don’t even have to ask. His Royal Hardness has a reputation that precedes the rest of me, though not by much - and girls from all over the kingdom and just dying for a ride. Not her. This girl runs away, and I’m left standing there like an *sshole.

“I’ve never had an orgasm, okay?” It’s the last thing I thought I’d hear from my best friend’s little sister. Princess Aurora is sweet, innocent, untouched, and totally pure - I never thought I’d hear her say the word orgasm at all. Now that I have, I can’t think about anything else. I’ve had dozens of women, but every time I close my eyes I imagine what Aurora would look like underneath me, biting her lip and gasping for breath. What she’d look like naked, face flushed with pleasure. What she’d look like as she screamed my name, nails dragging down my back.

Someone’s after Bianca. Too bad we’re going to claim her first - together. We served our country in an elite military unit for years, and now nothing is too hard for us - we’re rich, rough, and ripped, and we’re up for anything. So when Bianca is threatened by a mysterious but powerful...

I’m going to break Belle… and she’s going to love every second of it. Years in my country’s most elite military unit left me scarred and damaged. Now I’m more beast than man, and I keep myself locked away - even though I'm the crown prince. That is, until Isabelle Marchand walks into...