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Not so Prince Charming by Lauren Landish Read Online (FREE)

Not so Prince Charming by Lauren Landish

Read Not so Prince Charming (Dirty Fairy Tales #2) by Lauren Landish full novel online for free here.




The pre-dawn sunlight peeks through the window, and faintly, I can hear the train rolling through town though the tracks are miles away.

I sit on the edge of the bed, my mind whirling and my back to the cause of my breakdown.

Will you, or won’t you?

It’s not that simple, though. When I’d accepted this job, I hadn’t known the possibilities, couldn’t have anticipated what was going to happen.

I hadn’t planned on her beauty, her full lips puffed out as she softly snores, her head turned sideways on the pillow and her face so innocent.

I hadn’t planned on the way her hair spreads out on the pillow, rich chocolate waves that, even in her sleep, flow around her like a messy halo. I curl my hand to stop myself from reaching out to stroke them, feel their silken threads against my rough palm.

Looking over my shoulder, I watch her, hating that I’ve been forced from the warm paradise of her embrace by nightmares of who I am, of what I’ve done. Of what I’m supposed to do.

I’m chased by the monster I’ve become.

If you’re a monster, then why not be a monster? Why not do what you were hired to do? You’ve done it so easily before, time after time.

But I’m not sure if I can do it any longer.

I can’t help myself as I slowly peel the sheet back so as not to disturb her. I need to see her, need to commit every curve and angle to memory. Because one way or another, I will lose her. I know that already.

She’s an angel. A sleeping beauty whose glamour pulls me toward her, regardless of the dangers she represents.

Then why are you continuing to stay here? Why not just walk away?

Because I know if I walk away, then someone else will do the job, and I can’t let that happen.

Unable to wait any longer, I reach out to see if she’s real or just a hallucination caused by my own tortured conscience finally snapping.

She doesn’t stir as I run my fingertips over her shoulders, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her cheek and allowing me to see the graceful swan-like curve of her neck.

My fingers keep going, tracing the light knobs of her spine as I descend, my own arousal growing with every inch of flawless skin I touch.

Somehow, despite all the years of hard work and struggle she’s faced, her skin’s still silky soft and flawless.

It’s lightly tanned just enough to tease at the naughty side of my mind because I want to trace those tan lines with my tongue, revel in being the only one to see the natural creamy paleness of her breasts and ass.

I find the tiny dimples at the base of her spine and the tattoo she’s got there. She calls it her tramp stamp, but she couldn’t be anything further from that.