Authors: Lyla Payne
Copyright 2016 by Lyla Payne
Cover by Lyla Payne
Copyediting: Shannon Page
Proofreading: Mary Ziegenhorn, Diane Thede
All rights reserved.
This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations or locations are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, and are used factiously. All other characters, and all incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.
Also by LYLA PAYNE
Going for Broke
Fifty First Times: A New Adult Anthology
Not Quite Alive
(October 11, 2016)
THE PIACERE PRINCES
The Dutiful Prince
The Crooked Prince
SECRETS DON’T MAKE FRIENDS
Secrets Don’t Make Lovers (2017)
Young Adult Novels Written as TRISHA LEIGH
THE LAST YEAR
THE CAVY FILES
Exist Once More (November, 2016)
With gratitude to every Cinderella story I’ve ever read or seen - there can truly never be enough. At least, that’s what I’m hoping.
Prince Salvadore Piacere groaned as he pried open an eye. The midmorning sunlight made his head throb, but the bare tits in his face pushed his blood lower, easing the pain.
Thank God for hormones.
“Mmm,” the warm body mumbled as she stirred in her sleep, pushing her nipples farther into his mouth.
She tasted like skin and sweat, like the aftermath of last night’s energetic romps. While he lazily brought her up to his speed, he surveyed the room, which also bore the scars of last night.
The credit card on file could take the strain.
The woman—for the life of him, Salvy couldn’t remember her name—roused herself, kissing and sucking her way down his chest and over his abs until her mouth closed over the throbbing ache at his crotch. A knock on the door came at the exact same moment.
Salvy closed his eyes and leaned back into the pillows. He didn’t care if the King himself was banging on the door, he sure wasn’t pushing away a beautiful blonde with her lips wrapped around his—
“Sir! I’m afraid it’s urgent.” The sound of his handler’s voice made Salvy groan for a reason that was a whole lot less fun than he’d anticipated. “Sire, I’ll give you to the count of ten and then I’m using my key.”
The beauty paused, but as she was hidden by the sheets and blankets, Salvy didn’t see any reason to stop enjoying himself just because Etzio had his panties in a bunch about something. If he did that, he’d never get any.
He touched the top of her head, not with force, but enough to urge her to continue. She didn’t argue, and he gave her breast an appreciative tweak that made her hum around his dick.
The quiet beeps from the electronic lock announced Etzio’s presence, but the woman only stepped up her ministrations. Salvy couldn’t stop the wicked smile that crawled over his face—she liked that they had company. No wonder last night had been so much fun.
While Etzio picked his way through the broken glass and around the overturned coffee table, Salvy tried to piece together the events of the prior evening. He remembered getting dressed for the gala, and getting into the car downstairs….
He probably shouldn’t have mixed that pill he’d found in the bottom of his suitcase with half a bottle of bourbon. Some might say he shouldn’t have taken a mystery pill at all, but what was the fun in that?
“Sir.” Etzio picked up a foot, his lips twisted into a grimace at whatever he found on the bottom of his shoe.
Salvy couldn’t see without shifting, and that could be dangerous. The woman had skills he was quite enjoying.
“I’m afraid I need you to get dressed. The jet is being fueled as we speak and King Alfonso wants you back in Cielo immediately.”
That dragged Salvy’s attention from the pleasant storm swirling in his blood. His agenda in the States contained more items, and he was supposed to be in Las Vegas through the weekend.
His brow furrowed and he slipped a hand under the covers to cup the woman’s jaw. She paused at his touch but kept her tongue going in a lazy circle that sent a shudder up his spine.
“Why the change?”
Etzio’s right eyebrow arched slightly, the biggest reaction he ever gave. “I assume you haven’t had a moment to check your phone, since it
not quite ten.”
His handler’s gaze traveled over the bulge in the blankets and back to Salvy’s face, his expression blank. The man must hate his guts, but he remained professional, but for the occasional snarky comment.
“I’ve been busy.” Salvy smirked.
“I suggest you catch up with the rest of the world before facing your father. Your…performance at the Bellagio has racked up quite the YouTube following.”
“What else is new?”
“Your bare ass in the fountains, for one.”
. That was bad. His father had grown less and less tolerant of his younger son’s partying and womanizing his way across the globe, and had sent him to Vegas in a professional capacity despite his reservations. For his part, Salvy didn’t
any royal responsibilities, but the King hadn’t given him much of a choice this time.
Salvy’s memory spit out bits and pieces of the night before—a dare, the Bellagio’s well-attended fountain show, and the flash of countless cameras. He did hope the water hadn’t been too cold. He’d hate to be shortchanged in the endowment department.
“Thank you, Etzi. I’ll be on the jet inside the hour.” Salvy grinned, not breaking eye contact. “I have a few things I need to finish up first.”
The man, twenty years Salvy’s senior, somehow refrained from rolling his eyes. He’d handled Salvy since his sixteenth birthday, and the younger prince of Cielo often pondered what he’d done to anger the King. The job had to be a punishment; minding Salvy’s mature, responsible, dutiful older brother Niccolo would have been anyone’s first choice.
“Very good, sir. I’ll wait for you outside, as we’ll have to take care to avoid the cameras.”
Fucking America and their goddamn obsession with tabloid news. Salvy frowned, then reminded himself that their celebrity obsession was also one of the reasons a woman was licking his dick right now, and forgave the country as a whole. God bless them.
Etzio made his exit. Salvy relaxed, resting his head on his bicep like a pillow, and closed his eyes. The woman took her cue, and with an expert use of hands, tongue, and teeth, brightened his morning.
“Can I use the shower before you go?” she asked, wiping her lower lip as she looked up into his face.
Her bronze skin shone in the streaks of sunlight, her blue eyes hungry and bright as they raked his face. Her lips were plump and as fake as her tits, but Salvy felt himself stir again all the same. His hardness shifted between her boobs and she gave him a sultry smile.
“Maybe you want to come with me,” she purred.
“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all morning,” he replied, already forgetting his worry over last night and his father’s reaction. The King would be disappointed, but what else was new?
The woman wriggled off him, her hips swaying suggestively as she strutted toward the luxury bathroom. The shower had six heads and two benches, and Salvy’s mind ran loose with all the ways he could take advantage of the setup. He was going to be in trouble no matter what time he arrived at the airport—it would be a damn shame to waste another twenty minutes with that kind of body.