It was supposed to be her fantasy, not mine. But those words did something to me. I wanted to crush my lips against hers. Slide my hands between her thighs. Make her sweet voice moan in my ear.

I held my composure while Georgan walked to open the door.

“Good girl.” I breathed into her neck before releasing my hand. I felt her body tense.

Tonight, needed to be savored. I had rushed it with other women. Fucked them and sent them home the next morning. But, I wanted to explore every inch of her body. Admire her curves and the pinkness of her skin. Taste her. Drink bourbon off her lips.

My cock was hard, picturing her flush with sweat as I buried myself inside her. Her pillowy lips parted as she whimpered my name over and over.

“Your highness,” Georgan announced as the door opened to the private entrance.

He took Molly’s hand and she stepped from the car before I followed. I need a second to settle my cock. Tonight, was about taking my time. Enjoying her. Pleasing her. Because there wasn’t going to be another night.

The security detail led us inside. Molly glanced at me as we walked through the foyer.

“I have an elevator.”

She nodded.

The first guard pressed the button and the carriage arrived on the first floor. We stepped inside.

“Good night, sir.” They both nodded, folding their hands in front of their waists.

“Good night.”

I pressed the button to take us to the top of the palace.

I turned to Molly. Her eyes look at me with such innocence. “Your fantasy begins now.”

One hand snaked around her waist as the other cupped her chin. My lips crashed against hers with pent-up fury. The car lurched another floor. I held her tightly, slipping my tongue against hers, tasting her lips. Relishing in the heat of her mouth. She purred softly as I nipped at the corners of her mouth. My hand twisted in her hair, tilting her mouth upward, pressing the softness of her into me. As if I can be less cold. Less harsh. As if some of that sweetness I tasted on her tongue could somehow belong to me.

The elevator dinged and the doors retracted. But I couldn’t stop kissing her. I couldn’t take a step away from her. My hands roamed over her body, annoyed there were clothes in the way.

I backed up, dragging her with me into the main living quarters.

Her breathing was erratic. Her lips searched for mine. Eager for the next kiss. Eager for what I wanted to give her.

I kissed her slowly before turning for the light.

“How about a drink?” I asked. “I know the rules at The Titan.”

I reached for a crystal decanter.

She nodded. “Yes. A drink would be good.”

I poured two. “Welcome to one of my palaces.” I handed her the glass.

“How many are there?” She looked around the room. Her cheeks were flushed.

“Three,” I reported. “I don’t count the summer homes.”

“I see. Slumming it in the summer?”

I chuckled. She was sassier than I expected. “I suppose.”

I chugged the bourbon.

My eyes landed on hers. “Tell me, Molly. What shall it be tonight?”

She blinked. “What do you mean?”

“The fantasy. What do you want from it?”

“Oh.” She clutched the bourbon with both hands. I noticed the pale pink on her nails. Everything about this girl was soft and innocent, even her damn nail polish.

“You do have some idea, don’t you?”

I tipped her chin toward me.

She shook her head. “No.”

I pulled Molly close, taking the glass from her. I kissed her, drinking the bourbon from her lips. I groaned, my cock hard and strong. Throbbing for this innocent girl in my hands.

My lips trailed along her neck. I watched the vein pulse with heavy beats as I circled to her throat, my tongue flicking before I nipped with quick bites.

“You had do have a fantasy you wanted to play out tonight. Something dirty? I strip you to your panties and tie you to the king’s bed, perhaps?” Her eyes flickered. There was something there. Something that surprised me. I continued. “Or maybe you’d rather take your clothes off while I watched, spread your legs and let me drink every last drop of you?” She inhaled sharply. I couldn’t help the devilish smile on my face. That was going to happen, I’d taste her. Know what she felt like coming hard in my mouth.

“Or we could go in there in the dark,” I whispered in her ear. “I’d listen for the sound of your breathing. Crawl across the bed until I found you. Pull you under me and fuck this gorgeous mouth of yours before putting you on your knees and take you from behind? All in the dark, my love. Fucked to oblivion. Every fantasy. Every dirty thought. Every filthy desire you were afraid to ask some man for, all on the other side of that door.” I gripped her chin. “Have you ever asked for any of those things?”

She shook her head. Her bright blue eyes wild with desire.

“This can go so many ways,” I growled.

Her arms folded around my neck gently, so softly it was as if she were a dancer, placing her arms in the next position. Still. Graceful.

“You either tell me your fantasy, or you’re going to live in mine,” I promised. “And mine are all in the dark.”

She whimpered as my hand slipped between the fabric of her shirt and the tender silkiness of her waist. I took what I wanted. Her breast filled my hand, plump and heaving as I squeezed. I peeled the lace from her tit, twisting her nipple between my fingers until she cried out.

Her mouth opened in a perfect O. Her breath was rapid as I made her tit pucker under my touch. Just wait, there were so many things I could coax from her body. I had to remind myself to take it slowly.

“Yours,” she whispered. “I want to live in yours.”

I grinned. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

My mouth crashed against hers as I stripped the shirt from her arms. I found the zipper on the back of her skirt and shrugged it over the roundness of her ass.

I was losing control faster than I should. My fingers dug into her thighs, rounding up. I squeezed her ass in my hands roughly, trying to steady myself. Trying to reign in the desire that had gone from a sparkler to a full-blown firework. She stood before me in white lace panties and a cotton bra. The picture of virginity. At least that’s what I told myself. But no virgin would sign a Titan contract. No woman would walk into the society’s club without wanting exactly what I was about to give her.

Tonight, she was mine.