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Title: Gilded Princess. Series: Five Families 1. Author: Penelope Black. Genre: Reverse Harem Romantic Suspense. Release Date: July 14, When I was little, I was obsessed with fairytales. My dad told me the stories of the stars and white knights who rescue princesses. Then my dad died, my crown broke, and my mom shipped my sister and I off to boarding school. Bossy, protective, alphaholes.
Free in Kindle Unlimited. One song bleeds into two, and two into three, and before long, I lose track. I never turn around, and he never spins me to face him. We stay locked in this dance, him and I, and somewhere along the way it feels like a whole lot more than just dancing. Our steps never falter, our rhythm never falls out of sync. He pulls my hair to the side and replaces it with his face on my shoulder. His breath warms my neck, and I silently beg him to press his lips against my feverish skin.
To glide them along that sensitive spot behind my ear. Thoughts of him consume my mind. Lust courses through my veins, begging me to take what I need from him. I can feel him against my ass, hard and long and thick. A small kernel of satisfaction warms my blood at the evidence that he wants me too. I bite my lip and tip my head back against his shoulder while I have an internal debate. Part of me wants to go there with himβto fuck him in one of the abandoned rooms that we all know are here just for those types of situations.
His hands slide up my ribs, his touch hot. His fingers flex around my ribcage, his thumb slipping underneath the fabric that just barely touches my back. I roll my hips in a slow, deliberate move and he surprises me by smoothing one hand down to rest on my lower stomach, holding me against him. He grazes his teeth against the bottom of my earlobe and grinds his hips against mine.
Like a match to a flame, that small dominant move lights me up. Faster than he can stop me, I spin in his hold, grab onto the lapels of his suit jacket, and push up onto my toes.