The fabric drapes from my skin like waterfalls and all I can think about is him tearing it off me.

It’s crazy, I know. This dress is probably worth more than what I normally make in a year. The room I’m standing in is lavish, with densely patterned Turkish rugs, oil paintings of long-dead cabinet members, and actual gold accents all over the place. Not fake gold, by the way, but real, actual gold. The freaking light switches are worth more than my car back home.

He steps out from behind the bar with a devilish smirk on his face and I don’t know what to do. My heart leaps wildly into my throat and for the first time in a while, I’m completely at a loss for words. I know what he wants, I’ve known it for a while. At first, I wasn’t sure I could handle it.

But now… I don’t know what to think now. I know he’s gorgeous, that’s for sure. He’s tall, muscular, with a handsome, square jaw and a perpetual five o’clock shadow that makes him look the perfect amount of rugged. His eyes are the sort of green I can get lost in. And to top it all off, he’s a freaking Prince.

A real life Prince. Not the fake kind you see on TV or something stupid, but an actual Prince of a small European country.

He’s also my boss and my fiancé, but who’s counting?

“You look nervous.” He walks toward me and I have the urge to turn and run.

“I’m not nervous. Just… thinking.”

“About what?” He steps behind me and I turn to look over my shoulder.

“Just… you know.”

He laughs softly and puts his hands gently on my shoulders. He runs them down along my arms and toward my elbows. “You don’t have to be nervous.”

“I’m not used to this.” I can feel a shiver of pleasure and desire run down my spine.

“Used to what?” His lips are so close to my ear.

“Being treated like this. Like a Princess.”

“Do you like being a Princess?” he whispers. I feel his body press up against mine.

“Yes,” I gasp, surprising myself.

“Good.” His lips graze my neck and I let out a soft, strangled moan. His hands begin to roam my body and I don’t know what I’m doing.

“I want you to be my Princess,” he says as his hands reach the hem of my dress and slowly start to slide back up it, pressing the fabric up as they go. “I want to keep you here, locked in my castle, dressed in the finest clothes we can find you.”

“Held captive?” I moan.

“If that’s what it takes.” I can feel his smirk as his fingers reach my pussy. I’m dripping wet and I can’t help it. He drives me absolutely insane. “But I don’t think I’ll need to hold you against your will. I think you’re very, very willing, Mila. All you need is a little push, and you’ll happily stay here, letting me have you whenever I want you.”

I bite my lip as he starts to work my pussy. I spread my legs a little wider and I can feel his cock stiffen behind me.

“You’ll be my Princess, my Queen, and my concubine. I’ll come to your bed in the middle of the night and make you feel things, make you sweat, make you moan, make you fucking scream. And when I’m finished, I’ll leave you panting on the floor, begging for more. And I’ll always give you more, Mila. There’s always more for you.”

I don’t know what I’m going to do. Every word drives me closer and closer to the edge, and the way he touches me sends shivers down my spine, drives me wild. I need to resist. I have a life back home. I can’t get sucked into this world. And yet… I’m already here. I’m already panting for him. I’m already imagining what it would be like to be Princess Mila, to be his.

I want to give myself to him so badly. I want him to tear this damn dress off my body. But I can’t lose myself in this world. It’s too dangerous, and he’s too seductive. I know I might completely lose sight of the person I want to become, and he owes that to me. This is supposed to be about business.

But as his fingers keep working their magic, and his words keep coming in my ear, I know this isn’t about business anymore, and hasn’t been for a while.

Tonight, this is all about pleasure, and I think Prince Billionaire is going to be giving me a lot of that.