“This isn’t like you,” my advisor, Carter, admonishes me when Cassie can’t hear.

She’s busy admiring the interior of the plane, staring in wonder at the stewardess who is offering her drinks and snacks. Carter and I are standing to the side, and his eyes are thunderous as he tries to catch my attention. But I don’t give a shit. Besides, I can’t take my eyes off the angelic, sweet little princess sitting in my seat. She’s fucking sexy as sin, and I can’t help myself.

But Carter is right - this isn’t like me. I don’t just pick up girls at airports, especially ones I - and especially my father - know nothing about. She’s a stranger. She could be anyone. She could be a damn reporter for all I know. But one look at her tells me I’ve made the right decision. You don’t come across a pretty princess like this every day… legs for days, porcelain skin, a body I want to ravage and a voice I could listen to until the end of my days. Fuck, she’s already affected me in so many ways, and I’ve barely known her for twenty minutes.

Carter must sense how distracted I am, and he nudges me to get my attention. I turn my eyes to him begrudgingly, and he rolls his eyes when he sees how infatuated I am.

“She’s not a blue blood,” he reminds me unnecessarily. “Your father would throw a fucking fit, Ajax.”

My mouth is set in a thin line as I look at him. I’ve had just about enough with people telling me what my father would and wouldn’t like. I only get one life, and I’m going to live it the way I want to.

“Sit down, Carter,” I tell him darkly. “I don’t have time for this. I have someone more important to tend to.”

With a huff, he sits down with the rest of the guards, and I walk through to the luxurious area that’s meant for me. Cassie is glued to the window, watching the piste as the plane starts to move down it. I sit down next to her, and she gives me an intimidated little look, barely able to hide her excitement.

“Have you ever been on a plane before?” I ask her, and she shakes her head. “Are you scared of flying?”

“I guess we’ll see soon enough,” she replies with a smile, but I can see the tension behind those beautiful grey eyes.

She really is a gorgeous little thing. Tall, willowy, with long silky hair that shines blindingly. She’s a brunette with piercing slate gray eyes and pale skin with not a freckle in sight. She’s a fucking princess, alright. Or at least she will be if she sticks with me long enough.

I’ve already fucking decided she was put on my path for a purpose, and that purpose is for me to slide a ring on that long, slender finger of hers and make her mine with a baby in her belly. She doesn’t know it yet, but Cassie was made to be mine. To be put on a pedestal and worshipped for what she truly is… a delicate, sweet little princess that will have all her needs met - from the material to the yearning I see in her eyes now, to be taken, to be fucked, to be made into my property.

Oh, little Cassie and I are going to have some fun alright.

“I’ll hold your hand if you want me to,” I tell her gently, and she turns her pretty eyes to mine, wide with wonder and fear, and just the right amount of curiosity.

“I don’t even know you,” she whispers. “God, this is crazy… I shouldn’t have agreed to come with you. You could be…”

“I could be what?” I ask her with a wolfish grin, my smile taunting her to go on. “Come on, tell me.”

“A dangerous man,” she says, swallowing thickly as her eyes zero in on mine. “You could hurt me.”

“There’s one thing you can always be sure of,” I tell her firmly. “I’m never going to hurt you, Cassie. In fact, I’ll do anything and everything in my power to make sure you don’t get hurt at all. Ever.”

Her trusting eyes stare into mine and I feel something in my stomach, fluttering and twisting and telling me to lean forward and claim her mouth with mine. But I don’t want to scare her. I want to wait until she is ready, so I hold back and just grin at her to reassure her of my words. And then the plane takes off, and she’s suddenly shaking, her bottom lip trembling as she turns to face me.

“Is this normal?” she asks in a terrified voice, and I assure her it is.

I explain how safe the plane is, and somehow, her hand finds its way into mine. She intertwines her fingers with mine and my cock twitches from her sweetness, from the eager way she holds onto me.

“Scared?” I ask her gently, and she nods, those beautiful gray eyes wide. “Don’t be. I’m right here with you.”

She looks up at me, as if she’s contemplating something, but then looks away. We wait in silence until the plane levels out, and her hand slowly loosens up, holding me lightly and not squeezing anymore. She’s about to pull away once we’re up in the air, but I tug on her fingers gently and give her a smile.

“Don’t,” I tell her. “I like holding it.”

She lets out a sound that’s suspiciously similar to a whimper, but I don’t acknowledge it. I can tell there are questions brewing under her surface, and soon enough, the first one comes out of those pretty, pouty lips.

“Why me?” she asks hesitantly. “Why did you ask me to come with you?”

“You really need to ask?” I reply with raised brows. “You didn’t feel it?”

I don’t need to go on. She blushes, admitting unbeknownst to her that she did indeed feel it, the connection, the spark between us igniting before we’d even touched one another.

“Cassie,” I say gently, and she raises her eyes to mine almost fearfully, her expression curious and scared at the same time.

“Yes?” she asks in a whisper, and I touch my hand to her cheek, making her gasp out loud.

Right now, there’s nobody in this whole goddamn plane but her and me, and she belongs to me completely. It’s in the slant of her eyes, in the way her lips are parting, quirking up, ready to meet mine.

I lower my face towards her and kiss her, sweet and innocent at first, but deepening the kiss with every inch I move closer to her. She tastes perfect, like peaches and cream and all the sweet, beautiful things in the world. I can’t get enough, can’t get fucking closer. I deepen our kiss and her moan beneath my lips has me twisting my fingers in her mane of brown hair, my other hand landing on her knee, gently pushing the hem of her floral dress up her legs. Her skin is silky to the touch and pale like porcelain, and fuck, if I don’t get to taste her sweet little cunt tonight, I’m going to dream of it for the rest of my life.

I unbuckle her belt and she climbs on my lap easily, as if it’s where she’s belonged this whole time. Her legs wrap around my torso and I grin against her lips as she gives herself to me so freely, openly. I didn’t think she would be this willing, that she would accept me with her legs wide open, but my little princess surprises me by moaning needily against my mouth and pulling me in deeper.

Her fingers tangle in my shirt and she demands closeness, demands my tender touch to move from her thighs to her tight little butt. She’s curvy in all the right places, and my fingers dig into her pale flesh as she grinds on top of me. My cock is getting harder and harder, desperate for the feel of her tight pink pussy on it. Fuck, I want to bend her over and take what’s already mine right now. I don’t give a shit if someone comes in and catches us… She’s too sweet and delicious, too irresistible.

“Wait,” she whispers, pulling back all of a sudden with her eyes bright and wide open. “This… this is crazy. We shouldn’t be doing it. We shouldn’t be touching. I don’t even know you…”

She tries to move off my lap, but I hold her firmly in place. my fingers gently trace the contours of her face and I smile at her affectionately.

“You knew this was going to happen,” I tell her. “Didn’t you, princess? The moment you agreed to come with me, you fucking knew.”

“I…” she squeaks, but doesn’t get much farther than that one word. She blushes instead, a deep red color washing over her cheeks as she turns her gaze away, too embarrassed to look in my eyes.

“It’s okay,” I whisper in her ear, toying with her strands of hair. “We have a lot of hours together, and you get to decide if this is what you want. If not, I’ll leave you alone. We got a deal, princess?”

I’m lying through my teeth of course. Now that I’ve tasted her sweet little mouth there’s no way I’m letting go. Besides, I’ll have her addicted to me by the end of this damn plane ride. When she steps off in Paris, she’s going to be head over heels for me - and I’m going to take advantage of it the way she’ll love it most.

Hard, fast and unprotected.

Dad always wanted me to have an heir. Maybe the time has finally come, because every time I look at her, the only thing I can imagine is burying my cock in the folds of her tight little cunt, feeling her cream on top of my dick while I fill her full of my seed. Oh yes, we’re going to have fun together. And I’m not going to let her meet my father until I’ve put a baby in her belly…

I’m going to make sure she doesn’t find out who I really am. Not just yet… I want her to fall for me.

Ajax.

Not the Prince that comes before my name.

But if she does… she’ll wear a crown one day, and so will our kid.

One thing at a time, though. First, I’m going to make sure she wants this…

Her eyes are hesitant as they meet mine, but I can tell she’s into the challenge. She wants to accept my offer just to prove me wrong. Oh, I can’t wait to see how this is going to turn out.

“I’ll raise you,” she says with a sweet, innocent smile. “If we decide we don’t like each other, we go our separate ways. But if we do…”

Her finger trails down my neck and I inhale her intoxicating, peach cream scent. God, she’s a fucking treat. I want to smear her juice all over my mouth and drink it down until she begs for more. I just know she’s going to beg real pretty. She has the body and the face for it, and her voice is fucking perfect too. I can’t wait to her those soft whispers leave her lips… Begging, asking, doing anything for more.

“If we do, you’ll spend the two weeks of my vacation with me,” she whispers. “We got a deal?”

“We do,” I grin darkly, kissing the corner of her lips and then shaking her little hand.

Oh little princess, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into… Because I’m never letting go, and that little vacation of yours?

Might as well think of it as a honeymoon.