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  Brooklyn, on the other hand, had dropped out of the program.

  We sat outside under the shade of a café umbrella and sipped espressos.

  “How’s the job hunt going?” I prodded.

  She shrugged. “I don’t think my skill set is appreciated here.”

  “Oh, really?” I laughed. “Employers aren’t jumping at the opportunity to hire an almost-expert of one specific classical poem that no one has ever heard of? You’re kidding.”

  “I know! I’m just so misunderstood.” She let out a dramatic sigh and rolled her eyes.

  “You could wait tables if you had to. Anyone can do that.”

  Her cup clinked against the saucer. “I’d rather not. I’m looking for something exciting. Something more challenging than taking cappuccino orders.”

  We had discussed this a few times. At some point, she was going to run out of money. “If you take a part-time job you might hear about another job. You could try it.”

  “But this is Galona. I want an adventure. A mindless job to pay the rent is exactly what’s waiting for me back in the States. This is my chance to forget responsibility for a while. To make some real memories.”

  Before I could respond, something blocked the blaring sun and our table darkened with shade. I looked up to see a man in a suit standing inches from my chair.

  “Hi.” Brooklyn and I smiled. I waited for him to continue his walk, but he pulled his sunglasses to the brim of his nose and pushed them firmly in place again.

  He nodded. “Are you two here alone?” he spoke with a clipped French accent.

  “Yes.” Brooklyn grinned.

  I kicked her under the table.

  “I have an invitation for you.”

  “What sort of invitation?” I asked.

  We were alone on the sidewalk. He spoke cautiously.

  “It is an exclusive invitation.”

  Brooklyn looked at me. I had no idea what that look meant. Did she understand his secret code?

  “Please tell me it’s what I think it is.” She looked up at the well-dressed man.

  One corner of his lips turned up. “Mademoiselle, it is a high honor to be invited. However, you and your friend must complete a brief interview.”

  “Interview?” I looked between them. What was this?

  “Yes. Yes, we’ll do it.”

  He retrieved a slip of paper from his jacket and placed it on the table. “The instructions are listed. Good luck.”

  He nodded and strolled toward the flower shop. The florist watered a basket of sunflowers out front.

  “Brooklyn, what in the hell was that about?”

  She flipped the card over. “Holy shit, Molly. We just got two tickets into The Titan.”

  “The what?”

  “I thought it was real, but I never was sure until now. But, of my God. It’s real. It’s real. And we’re going.”

  “You’re going to have to give me some information. Some weird random guy stops by and we’re suddenly going to a club I’ve never heard of?”

  She read the details on the card. “Ok. We have just enough time to get ready before we need to be there. It looks like the interview might take a few hours.”

  “What interview?”

  She finished her espresso. She was practically buzzing from caffeine and excitement. “Haven’t you ever had one of those fantasies where you thought if you could just meet Harry Chadsworth or run into Michael Stone even if it was only one night, you’d do it? You’d hook up? You’d dance? You’d do whatever he wanted, right?”

  I laughed. “They are Hollywood actors and I doubt they are in Freychon right now. Besides isn’t Harry engaged?” I was clueless about pop culture at this point. I only had time for my dissertation.

  “Forget Harry. He’s just an example. But I heard about The Titan. It’s where that can happen.”

  “Where what can happen?” I eyed her.

  “Where you can have your famous fantasy.”

  “That’s absurd. They are fantasies for a reason. They aren’t obtainable.”

  She shook her head. “No. There’s a club. It’s here. It’s in Freychon. And for one night we get one of those fantasies.”

  “What are you saying?”

  She leaned across the table. “I’m saying if you want to fuck the prince or the guy on the cover of GQ, tonight is your chance.”

  “No way.” I continued to shake my head, not believing a word she said.

  “It’s one night. No strings attached. The ultimate fantasy. This is life-changing, Molly.”

  I folded my arms. “It’s insane.”

  She looked over her shoulder, but the suited man was long gone by now. “He chose us. We might not pass the interview. But if we don’t go, we won’t know.”

  “Why would I even consider something like this?”

  “Come on, it’s been on my Galona bucket list ever since I heard about it. I just didn’t know if it was real. You have to do it with me. Think of the memory this night will give you. For the rest of your life you’ll be able to say you slept with a billionaire. And you got every fantasy you ever wanted. They have the money to make it happen. You’ll never see him again. He’ll never see you. Just a night of off the charts sex with an A-list celebrity. Doesn’t that interest you just a little bit?” She pinched her fingers together.

  “No one would ever know?”

  She shook her head. “Nope.”

  I twisted my lips together. “And we might not even make it through the interview process?”

  “Right. I’m sure it’s intense. But we have no way of knowing if we don’t at least try.”

  She held up the card. “Come on. You need a night to let loose. One night to leave the post-its and note cards and have fun with a hot guy.”

  I sighed. It sounded more luxurious than a bubble bath. It also seemed impossible. There was no way I’d make it through the interview.

  “Fine. But I’m just going to check the place out. And make sure you haven’t been duped into some scam.”

  Brooklyn squealed. “Yes! This is going to be amazing.”

  That was this morning.

  It seemed like days had passed since I made the decision to walk to The Titan.

  “I will not ask again.” The king’s voice was clipped.

  His fingers lingered on my skin, exploring with possessive pressure.

  There was something predatory in his stare. An iciness in his tone that made me shiver. But I wasn’t afraid. I was drawn to him when I should have been cautious. I was attracted to his high cheek bones and dark eyes when I should have been questioning my judgement. I was falling for the heat in his fingertips when I should have been pushing his hands away.

  My eyes locked on his. “I want my fantasy,” I answered.

  7

  Damon

  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 while she came in my hand. Fuck. I was losing it.

  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 needed a second to settle my trousers. 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 foy
er.

  “We’ll take my elevator.”

  She nodded. “Ok.” Her voice was quiet.

  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 floor 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. She purred softly as I nipped at the corners of her mouth. My hand twisted in her hair, tilting her upward, pressing the softness of her into me. I wanted to possess her warmth. As if I could 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. I reminded myself to savor this girl. We were already moving with our foot pressed full speed on the pedal. I needed air. I was going to have her on her knees in five minutes if I didn’t hit the brakes.

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

  I reached for a crystal decanter. Alcohol would calm my cock for a few minutes.

  She nodded, still trying to catch her breath. “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.”

  She walked around the room, observing the paintings.

  “These are beautiful. Do you collect?” she asked.

  “I do. Mostly abstracts, though you won’t see them in any other part of the palace.”

  “Why not?”

  I chuckled. “If it’s not Renaissance or a family portrait, I’m afraid it won’t meet the royal decorator’s criteria.”

  I walked next to her. Her eyes followed me.

  “You like them?”

  “Yes. Very much. It’s a fascinating collection.”

  I had collected the pieces from galleries around the world. She had excellent taste. I wondered what other things she might like.

  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 her close, taking the glass from her grip. 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 a vein pulse with heavy beats as I circled to her throat, my tongue flicking before I nipped with quick bites.

  “You had to 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 taking 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 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 back the fabric, 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.

  8

  Molly

  My body was raging with fire. A kind of fire I had never felt. Every nerve. Every sense was on overload. His words. Holy shit, his voice and words were so dirty. So dark. But I wanted him to say more. I wanted those promises. They made me shiver and quake. My core quivered with a tingle that warmed everything between my legs. My clit throbbed with an aching pulse every time he looked in my eyes and spoke in his deep cool voice.

  It wasn’t the bourbon. It helped to ease my nerves, but I wasn’t drunk. I’d never felt more alert.

  My nipples were hard and I couldn’t ignore that my panties were increasingly wet every time he touched me.

  Damon Sauvage was about to take me to bed.

  His fingers gripped my bottom and I liked the pressure. I could feel the intensity that was bottled up in this man.

  “Come with me.”

  He pulled my hand, tugging me behind him. I left my clothes on the floor and followed him to his bedroom.

  For a brief second I saw the four-poster bed in the center of the room. There was a flat screen TV on one wall and a huge marble fireplace on the other. I imagined in winter months it lit the room with warm orange glows. But tonight he turned off the lights, throwing us into a cool, impenetrable darkness.

  I felt a sudden freedom in the dark.

  “Strip and get on my bed naked,” he commanded.

  I wondered if I could just take an order like that, but I didn’t hesitate. The dark must have turned on a kinkier side of me. I walked in the direction of the bed, slipping my bra off along the way. I found the mattress, sat on the edge an
d wiggled out of my panties.

  I couldn’t help the way my lungs searched for air. My adrenaline was pumping. I’d never done anything so reckless or erotic.

  I wondered how long it would take the king to find me in the dark, but I could already feel his large hands as he clung to my thighs, pressing them wide.

  “Oh God,” I whispered as he shoved my knees farther apart and I felt his breath blow across my heat.

  “Are you as sweet as I think, Molly?” he asked.

  My hands roamed over my body, coasting over my breasts, trying to find gravity somewhere inside myself.

  “I-I—” He didn’t let me answer before he slid a finger between my folds. I bucked when he flicked my swollen clit.

  “Ohh.” It ached.

  “You’re so wet. So ready to have me fuck you, aren’t you?”

  I nodded, knowing he couldn’t see me. I rubbed my nipples, my juices flowing.

  He spread my entrance, circling my clit with his thumb as his tongue ran a line up and down. The touch sizzled and I automatically tried to press my knees together.

  “No, my dirty girl.” His tongue flicked again, probing my folds. “You’re living my fantasy now. Spread your legs. This pussy is mine.”

  My knees fell to the side in sudden submission as he thrust his tongue inside me.

  “Oh God,” I moaned, gripping his thick black hair.

  He sucked and lapped as my hips began to rock with a natural rhythm. It was incredible. I wanted more. I was greedy for it. I bucked wildly into his face.

  “Oh you’re going to come so hard, my love,” he growled against my clit, sending delicious vibrations to my core.

  My head thrashed as the orgasm started to take shape. I couldn’t hold out as he fucked me with his mouth, tasting and relishing my pussy. I urged him to move faster, grinding my hips shamelessly into his mouth. I fisted my hands at the back of his head as he spread me wider, feasting until the current claimed me.

  “Come. Fucking come for me,” he commanded.

  And I let go. I let the rush of pleasure consume me.

  Damon climbed on to the bed next to me. He lifted me, moving me in the center of the mattress.

  His lips found mine in the dark. I clung to him, tasting my own honey on his lips mixed with traces of bourbon. I didn’t care. It was erotic and sexy. I felt the ripples of his strong muscles as my hands slid over his body.