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She"s off-limits. Inappropriate. A tease, a brat, a scandal waiting to happen, and a royal pain in my @ss.
Oh, and she"s one more thing too: all mine.
"She just doesn"t know it yet.

I have a problem. A five-foot-five, brown-haired, green-eyed little tease of a problem. A problem that"s lived under my roof ever since I took her in as if she were my own years ago.

Lola. Princess Lola, that is. Lola with the fiery sass, the softest lips, the sweetest skin, and the most temping curves these rough hands have ever wanted to grab ahold of.

I"m her guardian " the man who took care of her and raised her up. But my eyes have started lingering longer than they should. My thoughts have turned darker, and there"s no turning back.

See, I want the little Princess to be my little Princess. I want her laid out dressed in nothing but jewels and a smile " a present waiting for me to unwrap and claim.

The world will say this is so f**king wrong. They"ll say I"m more than twice her age. They"ll say a rough, hardened, ex-soldier like myself has no business being with her. They"ll say a lot to try and keep us apart.

They can all go to h*ll.

Because whatever my Lola wants, she"ll get. And she"s about to get every inch of what she wants.

"But only if she says please.

Are you sitting on your throne" Got your tiara and jewels ready" Good, you"re going to need them. Get ready for that kind of book. You know what I"m talking about ;).

Wild, out of control, and pure dirty fantasy at it"s finest. Packed with insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and one very dominant alpha. As with all my books, this one is safe, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.Books in Series:Royally Screwed Series by Madison FayeBooks by Author:Madison Faye Books

Chapter 1


The woman smiled, her red lips pulling back to show a flash of perfect white teeth. Candlelight flickered over her face " over stunningly good looks that could have and did turn most heads in the dim, intimate restaurant we were sitting in.

She was regal. The right "stock" " the right type of royalty. Cultured, rich, perhaps a little snobby, and definitely thought she was going to get my cock that night.

She wasn"t.

Not even close.

But the point is, she was appropriate for me. More appropriate than, well"yeah, that. The date that night with the "appropriate" woman " a countess " wasn"t a date for me. It was medicinal. It was a necessary, surgical move to try and save me from myself. From my demons. From my obsession.

But it was. Not. Working.

Because I couldn"t concentrate on the Countess Victoria with her ridiculous cleavage, her fake tan, her fake bottle-blonde hair. I could even follow what she was saying to me, much less acknowledge it when her hand tried to hold mine.

Because all I could think about was her.

My problem. My obsession. The very off-limits, very never-can-happen her.


My Lola.

I"d been strong for longer than I"m betting most men would have been. But no longer. I couldn"t pretend anymore " couldn"t ignore what I knew I was feeling.

"I couldn"t ignore the fact that Lola Abington, my sweet, innocent, nineteen-year-old ward, got my cock harder than a diamond. Not after what I"d seen the day before " the scene I"d walked into that"d gotten me more furious and more turned on than I"d ever been before. A confusing mix of emotions I was still trying to come to grips with.

Seeing her like that had flipped a switch inside of me. She"d gone from my young innocent little ward to a woman, and suddenly, what I"d been ignoring for years couldn"t be ignored any longer. I"d been doing everything in my power to pretend I didn"t see it, but I had. Oh had I.

Little Lola had grown up, and she"d grown up a lot.

And now I couldn"t ignore her anymore. And believe me, I"d tried. But seeing the look on her face, and the way she"d shrieked and covered her bare tits, but not quick enough that I didn"t get a tempting glimpse of pale pink nipple and the soft curve of her body. The way she"d looked right at me, her face wild and heated, her hands cupping her breast, and my cock about to rip a hole through my pants.

All of that had struck me like a branding iron, and I couldn"t go back to pretending anymore.


I blinked my thoughts away, turning and narrowing my eyes as I realized what was happening. The Countess Victoria had sidled around to my side of the table, now sitting directly next to me in the round banquet-style booth. Very, very next to me. She licked her lips, arching her brows suggestively. Her hand dropped to my thigh, and she grinned.

"Oh I think someone"s already ready for me, isn"t he"" she purred, clearly feeling the completely un-ignorable tent in my pants.

Yeah, it was time to shut this down. Now.

I pushed her hand away, ignoring her gasp as I slid from the table, trying to will my erection away as I stood.

"I have to leave."

Her jaw dropped. "Wait, seriously" We haven"t even gotten our food yet."

"Something"s come up at home."

Something had come up at home. The day before. The week before. The fucking month before. And I was done pretending it hadn"t. My sweet little Lola had been a bad girl two nights before. Vey, very bad. So bad that she"d crawled under my skin and lit a fire there. So bad that my cock had barely gone down since. She"d decided to play the temptress, or the tease, or the brat, or whatever fire it was she"d been playing with that night. But that was done.

And I was done holding back.

I dropped a few hundred dollars on the table with a nod.

"Thanks for lovely evening," I half-lied. I turned, ignoring Victoria"s huffs and curse words as I stormed from the restaurant. The valet brought my all-black vintage Mustang around " a classic for a classic my friends always joked with me, given my age.

My age.

More than double hers.

The engine roared as I floored it, pointing towards home.

This was wrong. This was inappropriate. This was filthy, and lewd, and so fucking forbidden.

But I was done fucking caring. I was done waiting, and ignoring this. I was done living right down the hall from the tempting little tease who"d had my cock hard for longer than I even wanted to admit, and not doing a thing about it.

My little Lola had grown up

She was already "mine," but now I was going to show her just how mine she really was.


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