Princess and the Beast by Chance Carter

This is no fairy tale.

Deacon cares about three things. Getting wasted, getting dirty, and getting his wet mouth between my trembling legs!
He’s a Beast!

So what’s a smart, curvy girl like me doing, quivering at his every touch?
I grew up in the fanciest part of Boston, only daughter to a rich and powerful man. I had everything money could buy, and I was lined up to marry a man just like my father.

The only problem?
Those rich guys had no heart, no passion, and their idea of love was having a piece of arm candy to show off to their business associates. They would never fulfill me, not in the way I craved.
Deacon isn’t like that, he made that clear from the beginning. He might not be winning any popularity contests at the country club, but when danger comes my way, he has my back.

Um, my back, my front, my mouth, my lips, and every other part of me he wants! I’m his for the taking!
And my man has an appetite!
You’ve never seen a girl come as hard and as often as I do in Deacon’s powerful, possessive hands.
I never claimed to be a princess. I’m a kind person, I have a good heart, but I have desires too. I lay awake at night and think about being taken by this man, of feeling the weight of his muscular body on mine, of getting wet to his touch and feeling him slide inside me, making me moan his name.

I didn’t see this happening, it wasn’t part of the plan, but I’m Deacon’s now. And he’s all mine.
Every throbbing, rigid inch of him.