Dashing: A Royal Cinderella Billionaire Story

by Brooks, Sophie

  Nico grinned and shut the door in the security chief’s face.

  Once inside, Nico held out his hands for my coat. Turning, I shrugged my shoulders and let it slide down my arms.

  He politely took it from me, folding it neatly in half lengthwise… and then threw it on the floor and launched himself at me.

  “Nico!” I shrieked, laughing as he pressed me against the wall.

  With one quick flick of his wrist, he pushed the golden strands of my wig off my shoulder and attacked my neck. “It’s Dante,” he growled against my throat.

  I couldn’t answer—my head was thrown back, my eyes closed as he drove me wild with his mouth. His hands found mine and pushed them against the wall above my head. If this was how Dante was going to behave the whole night, then Bianca was a very lucky girl.

  Since my hands were pinned, I pointed the toe of my high-heeled boot and ran it up his leg, teasing him as best I could. It wasn’t easy with all the sensations flowing through me. Nico switched his grip so that he held both my wrists in one of his large hands above my head. With his free hand, he grabbed my thigh, lifting it even higher toward his waist. My short skirt rode up, and he thrust his hips forward, pressing his hard erection against me.

  My eyes rolled back in my head as his mouth ravished mine. It felt so good. So hot and fast and dirty and incredible. Was it always this way or just with a man like Nico?

  If there even were any other men like him, which I doubted.

  His strong arms held me so firmly that I risked raising my other leg, wrapping it around him. Nico let go of my hands and slid his hands down my side until he was cupping my ass. He pulled me towards him, and my hands went around his neck.

  Somehow, he managed to kiss me while carrying me toward the bedroom. When he got there, he pulled me even closer, grinding the hot bulge in his pants against my panties. I moaned and he broke his kiss to smirk at me. Then he winked and pushed me backwards.

  After a moment of alarm, I landed on the soft bed, my legs spread, my arms to the side. He stood there staring down at me, several emotions crossing his face, the sexiest of which was a predatory look that made me even wetter. He started to get on the bed next to me. “Wait,” I said.

  He stopped instantly, his hands going up as if in surrender. “What’s wrong?” His voice was a throaty rumble.

  “Can you take your shirt off?” I pleaded.

  His cocky grin was answer enough. He grasped the hem of the incredibly tight gray fabric and peeled it up his stomach, revealing one row of abs at a time. Holy shit, he looked good. The muscles of his arms flexed when he crawled over me. I could’ve stared at his chest for hours, but when his talented mouth dipped to my cleavage, I couldn’t help but close my eyes.

  He alternated between nuzzling the tops of my breasts and lapping his tongue between them. I groaned as he reached back and grabbed my leg, bending my knee and pushing it toward my chest. He rubbed his long, hard body between my legs as he worshiped my breasts with his mouth. “God, you feel so good.”

  “You feel even better,” he said, nipping at my tender skin and making me squeal. I squirmed under him, making my breasts wobble.

  Nico grinned, training his incredibly sexy eyes on mine. “Umm… I’m not sure how to say this without getting slapped in the face…”

  I laughed, so turned on that I didn’t care what he was about to say. “Bianca doesn’t do that sort of thing.”

  Nico gave a low, sexy chuckle. “Setting aside the implication that Cara does, well, may I just say that… these were extra impressive today.” His hands cupped my breasts.

  I pressed against his hands. “I may have caught you looking a time or two… dozen.”

  “Guilty,” he said, dipping his head and swiping his tongue over my creamy skin. “Did that bother you?”

  “Who do you think I wore this painfully torturous push-up bra for, Frankie?”

  “Little minx,” he growled, and he pulled my shirt and bra cups down. The cool air hardened my nipples a half second before his warm breath caressed them. The rough stubble on his face provided a counterpoint to the delicious feeling of his lips on my sensitive nubs.

  “Nico,” I moaned, barely able to form a coherent situation. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”

  He captured one nipple between his teeth and tugged on it before letting go. Then he put his arm under my shoulders and pulled me to a sitting position, my legs on top of his. I immediately fumbled for the hem of my shirt, but he stopped me with a gruff command. “Let me do that.”

  His touch made me tremble as he slowly pulled my shirt over my head and arms. Without breaking eye contact, he found the zipper on my boot and tugged it down. He pulled it off and did the same for the other while I reached back and unfastened the push-up bra. Nico took it from me and tossed it over his shoulder, his eyes smoldering on mine the whole time.

  “Lie back,” he said, his husky voice making my pulse speed up. I lowered myself down, supporting myself on my elbows while I watched him watch me.

  “You’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful whether you’re dressed to the nines like last night or back in the castle, bundled in so many scarves that I can only see the tip of your nose. You’re an incredibly gorgeous woman.”

  A wave of emotions hit me hard, a heady mixture of appreciation, admiration, longing, and lust. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone. I’d barely dared to hope that we’d end up here tonight, and I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring… but he was mine for this moment. I wanted him so badly it hurt.

  He trailed a finger between my breasts, down to my navel, and then just under the edge of my skirt. Then he kneeled between my legs, putting both hands on my hips before sliding my skirt down.

  Bare except for my panties, I lay looking up at him, craving his touch. As he stared at me, he pulled off his wig, his brown hair tousled and wild underneath. He dropped it on the bed and put his hands on my thighs, spreading my legs farther apart. I wondered if he could see how damp my panties were.

  Still holding me open, he grinned and licked his lips. Then he lowered his head to my mound and rubbed his cheek over the top of my panties. Even through the thin fabric, I could feel his rough stubble.

  One long finger stroked along my panties directly over my seam. It felt so good that I writhed against him, trying to feel him more fully. He chuckled, his warm breath tickling my skin. Then he granted my wish, sliding his finger under the edge and pushing the fabric to the side.

  He circled my entrance with a light, teasing touch. When his mouth closed over my folds, I nearly arched right off the bed. I moaned, pressing myself up against him.

  His tongue swirled in circles in much the same way as his finger did. And then he switched it up, pushing his tongue into my tight depths while his finger flicked past my clit. Knowing he could taste my arousal was a little embarrassing and a lot sexy. He was driving me wild with his teasing touch but it wasn’t enough. The desire, the need building in me was almost frightening.

  He licked his way back to my clit. I squirmed at the intensity as his tongue flicked back and forth. He was driving me insane—I couldn’t stop writhing on the bed.

  His fingers and mouth worked their magic until it felt like I was just a bundle of raw nerves, dancing under his touch.

  My breathing quickened and it was tempting to let him take me over the edge, but I fought the sensations back because I wanted more. “Please… please, can you… I need you to…”

  Nico’s mouth stilled, and I felt him chuckle against my flushed skin. Then he sat up and looked at me speculatively. He ran his hand down his flat stomach to the bulge in his pants. “Is this what you want?”

  “God yes,” I moaned, and he unzipped his pants. “I’ve wanted that all day, Dante.”

  Nico paused. “I was asking Cara, not Bianca. Do you want this? Do you want me?”

  “More than anything,” I breathed, and his eyes darkened with desire at my tone.

  “Then take of
f your panties,” he growled.

  I sat up, eager to do so, but I was momentarily distracted by the sight of him sliding his pants down. It was my first time seeing his black boxer shorts and his firm, muscular thighs. He fished a condom out of the pocket before he tossed his jeans aside, and I remembered I was supposed to be taking off my panties.

  I wiggled out of them and then caught my breath when he freed his rock-hard cock. It looked so big, so warm and flushed. I didn’t know how it would feel inside me, but I was dying to find out.

  He rolled the condom on and moved between my legs again, reaching for my clit. His finger worked me into a frenzy while he lined the tip of his cock up. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Liebling.”

  In response, I spread my legs wider and he pushed the head a few inches into me, parting me easily as I forgot how to breathe. For an endless moment he stilled, not moving until my breath released in a jagged little gasp. “Oh god, yes,” I moaned.

  He drew back and pushed forward again, the heat from his hard cock warming me from the inside out. “More,” I gasped.

  Nico hooked his arms under my legs, bending them back toward my chest as he leaned forward. The added depth of his next thrust made my mouth open in a silent shriek. I’d never dreamed I could feel this full… and never dreamed it could feel this good.

  And I’d certainly never thought I’d feel this strong of a bond with him.

  He pushed into me again, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as if I never wanted to let him go. I grabbed the back of his head, arching up as he leaned down to kiss me.

  His thrusts never slowed as he devoured me with his lips. My fingernails raked across his back, and he responded by drawing my tongue into his mouth and biting down lightly. I never knew before how a hint of pain could enhance the pleasure. “Please, Nico…”

  His paused, rolling his hips in little circles, causing a cascade of new sensations. “Please what?” His dark eyes were on mine.

  “Please make me scream.”

  His pushed into me hard, and I cried out.

  His smile was devilish. “I can make you scream louder.” He thrust his hand between our bodies and found my clit.

  God, the sensations… it was like an onslaught. I clutched fistfuls of the silk sheets, trying to brace myself. A tsunami of pleasure was coming and even the build-up was more powerful than anything I’d ever felt before.

  Nico’s finger worked my clit harder and my breath came out in gasps and moans. “Please!”

  He sped up, driving into me over and over. I moaned loudly, poised on a precipice about to fall over the edge. And then he thrust all the way into me, his hard cock pulsing as my body started spasming around him.

  My gasps mixed with his shouts and we clung to each other, electricity flowing freely between us. My hips bucked under him, the orgasm taking complete control of my body. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe, I could just feel. The waves of pleasure. The heat of his cock inside of me. The weight of his body on mine. I could feel all of it.

  But most of all I felt connected to him. To the man I’d been thinking and dreaming about since the first day we met. He was here, with me. We were together. I didn’t want it to ever end.

  And as he collapsed on top of me, peppering me with kisses and smoothing the hair out of my eyes, just one thought echoed inside my mind.

  Maybe there was some way it didn’t have to end.

  31

  Cara

  “Good morning,” a sexy voice whispered in my ear. It was quickly followed by warm lips nibbling on my earlobe. Heat radiated from his long, hard body as he nestled against me. The sexy stubble on his chin tickled as he nuzzled me.

  It was the best way to wake up ever.

  “Morning.” My voice was an almost unrecognizable husky purr. If that was a side-effect of fantastic sex, then I hoped I’d be hearing that voice a lot in the future.

  Actually, I hoped Nico would be hearing it.

  It would have been nice to stay in his arms, skin against skin, buried under the covers forever, but a nagging thought in the back of my head reminded me we couldn’t. Today we were flying back to Falkenberg. “Should we—?”

  Nico nudged me onto my back, pinned my hands above my head, and kissed me. Quite thoroughly. At last, he pulled back, his teeth nibbling my lower lip. “Yes, we should.”

  “You don’t even know the question!”

  He cocked an eyebrow, smirking as he looked down at me. “Do you?”

  I had to look away from his vivid eyes—which were free of the contacts and back to their amazing hazel color. We’d lost most, if not all, the pieces of our disguises last night. Wait, what had I been asking him? Realizing I didn’t remember, I giggled. “You distracted me.”

  “I did,” Nico said in a low, sexy voice. “Because I have a better question.”

  “You still don’t know what mine was.” But somehow I had a feeling I was going to like his better, too.

  “Do you want to get dirty—and then get clean—with me in the shower?”

  “I definitely do.”

  * * *

  Ninety minutes later, we were dressed, packed, and arguing. “Please?”

  My own personal Prince Charming sighed after I told him I wanted to have breakfast in the restaurant downstairs. “Are you sure? I like it being just us.”

  “So do I, but we’re going to have to be around other people eventually.”

  “And we will. This evening, we’ll be back at the castle surrounded by the staff and all the children.”

  I giggled. “There are only two children.”

  “It feels like more. They have costumes and falcons, and they’re no longer shy and quiet.”

  “Which is a good thing,” I said.

  Nico smiled. “I know. But I also like having you to myself sometimes.”

  “You’ve got me, but I want breakfast. I worked up an appetite last night—didn't you?”

  “You know I did. Several times. So, I guess it’s time to let other people see the way your skin glows after good sex.”

  I blushed, for once unsure of what to say.

  Nico smirked. “Shall we go to breakfast, Milady?” He held out his arm.

  “Indeed, kind sir.” I took his arm and then laughed. “Or maybe I should say sire, not sir.”

  I took one last look around the room as we walked out the door. Hotel staff had already delivered our luggage out to the car that would take us to the airport.

  We barely made a stir when we entered the restaurant which didn’t seem right because Nico looked hot as sin. He had on a black button-down shirt and faded black jeans. His jaw was shaved smooth, but he still had a dangerous edge to him—or perhaps I saw him that way now that I knew what he could do with his mouth, his fingers, and that massive bulge between his legs.

  We both ate as if we were starving. When Nico ordered more bacon and eggs, he winked at me. “Yep—definitely worked up an appetite last night.”

  “And this morning.” I grinned at him.

  “And hopefully this afternoon, too. Ever joined the mile-high club?”

  “Not yet,” I said, drawing out the second word. “But I’m looking forward to applying for membership.”

  Nico grinned and reached across the table, putting his hand on mine. To his left, I saw a woman take a picture with her phone. It had happened a few times so far this meal, but it wasn’t intrusive. Nico didn’t seem to mind—nothing was getting to him today. I’d never seen him in a better mood.

  It thrilled me to know that I was a part of it.

  While Nico had a second cup of coffee, we talked a bit about places we’d visited in the past. It was nice, normal chitchat, but it made me happy we were sharing details of our lives. Sometimes people forgot to do that. In fact, a lot of the people at nearby tables were checking their phones or texting. Why didn’t they put their devices away?

  Just as that thought crossed my mind, my own phone chimed. It was a short text from Autumn: OMG, cal
l me immediately!!!

  That was strange. I started to tell Nico about it, but his face was guarded as he scanned the room. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like a lot of the other diners were staring at us—and more than a few were snapping pictures.

  “Cara, I think maybe we should—”

  He was interrupted by Thompson appearing out of nowhere. “Sir, we’ve got a situation.”

  “What—”

  “Not here,” Thompson said with an edge in his voice.

  For a moment, I thought Nico was going to argue, but instead he nodded, rising fluidly from the table and holding his arm out to me. It seemed like half the restaurant was staring at us now.

  Thompson led us down a back hallway. Chefs and waiters looked up as we passed the kitchen. At the back of the restaurant, Thompson’s men waited in a small hallway.

  “What the hell’s going on?” Nico’s voice was more concerned than angry. He knew as well as I did that something was up.

  “Sir, the paparazzi are all over. The front entrance is completely mobbed, but there are more at every exit.”

  Nico’s face fell. Mine, I’m sure, just showed shock.

  “But why?” I asked, reaching out and putting my hand on Nico’s arm. He turned, about to take my hand in his, but before he could grasp it, he froze, his muscles going rigid. “What?”

  He didn’t say anything, just stared down at where my hand clutched his sleeve.

  “Nico?”

  My gaze followed his and an icy dread pierced me.

  Oh no, no, no.

  This was bad.

  Displayed prominently on my left hand was the fake diamond ring.

  32

  Nico

  What a total fuckup. As if those vultures hadn’t been bad enough before they thought Cara and I were engaged.

  Now that they thought they had a hot scoop, they were never going to let this go. Not as long as we were in fucking London. Not that anywhere else except home would be much better.