Bred for the Prince’s Heir
Brooke Randall was a good girl that did everything she was told to do. But now 22 and still a virgin, she escapes to Greece to find the man of her fantasies. When she finds him, she doesn’t know he’s a Prince. And forced to serve him on his private island, Brooke must learn to submit to his dominating sexual will, or risk a punishment that would change her forever. More
‘BRED FOR THE PRINCE’S HEIR’ is the latest release from international bestselling author Alex Anders and is for those who love short stories where innocent virgins are swept away by powerful alpha males who demand submission and enjoy BDSM.
Brooke Randall was a good girl that did everything her protective mother told her to do. But now 22 and still a virgin, she escapes to Greece to find the man of her fantasies. When she finds him, she doesn’t know he’s a Prince; but he ignites a battle within her that pits her desire to be a ‘good girl’ against her Prince’s dominating sexual will. And forced to serve him on his private island, Brooke must learn to submit to her powerful Prince, or risk a punishment that would change her life forever.
*Please note that this story contains erotic and sexual situations tastefully written for mature readers only.
This time when Brooke looked back, the man wasn't following as casually. It was like he was chasing her. And although there was something arousing mixed in with her avalanche of emotions, she never wanted to get away as much as she did right then.
Brooke didn't need to look back again. She knew that he was there. This time if she wanted to lose him, it would have to be in her hotel. And now even that thought brought her a pang of pleasure that she couldn't explain. 'He would know where to find me,' she thought. And there was something about that idea that gave her a thrill.
Brooke rushed through the hotel lobby trying to seem casual. Entering the hallway, she picked up her pace and dug in her purse for her room key. With it in hand, she positioned herself in front of her door and barreled through.
Once in the safety of her room she felt even more lost. She was paralyzed with indecision about what she should have done automatic. There was a part of her that didn't want to lock the door. There was a part of her that didn't want to be safe. And when finally her mother's voice broke through her deafening indecision, she grabbed the door to throw it shut only to feel a pressure push against it throwing her back.
The stranger, as strong and beautiful as before, entered the room as if he owned the place. The masculine outline of him made her heart race. He seemed animalistic in his desire, and backing up to the edge of the bed, Brooke felt like prey. She felt herself turning red all over and now sure that she could do nothing to stop this man, she was overcome with fear.
He stalked her without a word. Locked in this small space with him, she could smell his scent. He smelt like musk. It was intoxicating. The scent made her want him to do things to her. And when he reached his strong arm forward and clutched his large hand around the back of her neck, she collapsed back. Guided by his strength, he laid her onto the bed and crawled on top of her. With him leaning forward for an inevitable kiss, the last of her resistance kicked in and she jerked back.
"Wait, I am a virgin," she exclaimed.
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