Cinderella And Prince Dom by Sydney St.Claire Page A

somewhere away from all the wanton sex games. Hell, she’d sleep on the floor of the bathroom if she had to.
    Bryce snagged her arm as she stormed past him. “Yeah, I’m a bastard. Your bastard, Jaimie, and our weekend isn’t over yet.” He tore the suitcase from her hand and tossed it to one side. He couldn’t let her go. Not until she understood, not until he found a way to tell her that he loved her.
    Jaimie struck out at him, but he grabbed her wrists and yanked her hard against him.
    She froze. “I’m not sleeping with you. You’re not my prince. You’re a toad. A big, fat, stinking, warty toad.” She tipped her chin in defiance.
    “Don’t challenge me, Jaimie. We both know I can bring you to your knees and have you begging me to fuck you.”
    “And a conceited toad.” Prince Sneaky Bastard .
    “Shall we wager on this?”
    “It’s not me who’ll give in first,” Jaime said with a sniff. “You’re the randy goat.”
    “So now I’m a goat. And a toad.” He lifted a brow. “Got more names you’d like to call me?” God, he loved the fire in her eyes.
    “Hell, yes. I can add to the list, my not so charming prince. Like Prince Snak—”
    Enough was enough. He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, heading for the bedroom. He set her down, whirled her around, and tore the back of her gown. “Take it off.”
    The gown fell as Jaimie turned. “You take yours off. Let’s even the playing field.”
    Bryce stripped off his tunic and his pants and watched as she stepped out of the gown. He stared at her, his gaze lingering on her rosy tits and the nest of blonde curls hiding her sex. “On the bed. On your back.”
    She lay down, arms stiffly at her side, legs together. She didn’t look at him but stared up at the ceiling. He slid his body over hers. She was stiff as a board, yet he felt the slight tremble she couldn’t hide. He narrowed his eyes and smiled grimly. If she wouldn’t listen to what he had to say, then he’d show her how he felt.
    He reached into the drawer to his right and snagged a pair of fur-lined cuffs, sat quickly, and snapped one on, then grabbed her other hand, cuffed it, and snapped the chain to the hidden hook on the headboard.
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    “What the hell?” Jaimie tried to free her hands but couldn’t. Though the cuffs were soft, they were strong. They were real, not cuffs she could simply tear open. “I didn’t agree to this,” she said as Bryce slid off her. He grabbed two more sets of cuffs, and she fought him as he grabbed one ankle. She kicked, bucked her hips, and swore, but in quick order, her feet were cuffed to the tall posts at the foot of the bed.
    She was spread eagle and open. And vulnerable. Anger had tears stinging the back of her eyes. She didn’t want to give in. The sex was wonderful, more than wonderful, but that had been when she’d trusted him. “You’re cheating, because it’s the only way you can win.”
    He slid back on top of her, his cock touching the entrance to her pussy, his eyes dark and seductive as he stared down into her furious glare. “Do you trust me?”
    She snapped her mouth shut, thrown off balance by the question that mirrored her thoughts. He waited. Finally, she answered in her best prim and proper voice. “How can I trust you?”
    God, her body wanted him to slide right into her and fuck her senseless, but she felt betrayed. Used.
    He held her face and lowered his mouth to hers. “ Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
    Jaimie pressed her lips tightly together. She did trust him. He wouldn’t hurt her, but she didn’t want to give him that small concession. “You’ve already hurt me.”
    His eyes clouded for a moment, then cleared. “We’ll come back to that. After. You issued the challenge, and you’re going to beg. You’re going to admit you are a sex-starved slut. My sexy slut.”
    Her eyes widened, then she narrowed them. “Like hell.” She wasn’t a slut or a whore, even if she acted like one.
    Bryce