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Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

Until a few weeks ago: ~ The house is empty. Music slips into the silence, low and steady. I sway my hips in rhythm, not bothering with the clothes my mother would approve of. Today, I let myself exist. I’m in just my bra and panties, nothing more. My hair is tied back with a ribbon instead of being hidden beneath fabric. I’ve been keeping a secret collection of romance songs and steamy novels, tucked away under my bed. I lend them out when the pile gets too large, trading them for new ones from old classmates.

Chapter 3 I started to kiss her neck and moved down her body and sucked a long erect nipple into my mouth, she moaned in pleasure and gently stroked the back of my neck as I bathed in nipple with my tongue, I moved to the other one and did the same and moved a hand between us and started to rub her mound, her legs went wider and she pushed me down, I guessed she wanted me to eat her so who am I to disappoint a lady.

“I want you to read the first two pages out loud and then summarize them.” Alex leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. He didn’t even look at the book. His eyes were glued to my chest. “Alex,” I said sharply. “The book. Not me.” He licked his lips slowly, eyes still fixed on my breasts. “Your buttons look tight today. Are they going to pop open if you breathe too hard?” I felt my face heat up. “That’s not appropriate, Alex. Focus on the material.” He smiled, stubborn as ever. “I am focused. Just not on the stupid book. Your tits look really good in that shirt, Miss Shine. Do they feel as soft as they look?”

he said, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the air around me. Did I hear that right? Lorenzo wanted me to draw him a bath. But I didn’t have time to ponder on this thought. Lorenzo was already moving. He edged into my personal space and crowded me further into the wall so that I was completely trapped with no way out. He was too much for me. His strong masculine scent mixed with his manly sweat made me all heady and confused. My belly flipped and my breathing quickened. “Did you hear me, Amelia? Get my bath ready.”

(Lila's pov) The steam filled the bathroom thick and heavy as I stepped under the scorching spray. Mom was supposedly out running errands for most of the day, so I allowed myself to relax completely. I lathered my full breasts slowly, pinching and rolling my sensitive nipples while my mind replayed all the filthy things Daddy had done to me. My hand drifted lower between my thighs when the door suddenly opened. Mark stepped inside, already pulling his shirt off over his head, revealing his powerful chest and arms.

* "Just to feel how wet you are..." *With a sultry smile, Stefanie steps closer to Y/N, allowing their hand to rest against the damp fabric covering her soaked slit.* "Go ahead, darling," *she murmurs, biting her lower lip as she watches Y/N's reaction.* *Feeling your hand on my pussy... it drives me wild... Makes me crave your cock even more...* *As your fingers trace along the edge of her panties, Stefanie gasps softly, her body shivering with anticipation.*

The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

How disgusting. Waiting for Marissa to make dinner, I read a romance novel from my favorite author in my room. Spread across the bed on my stomach, I start to fantasize that the characters in my book are Dean and I and we are in the middle of passionate love making. Overheating and wetting myself, I get off the bed and strip.