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Ruslavia is a fictional Eastern-European country. Although this is a spin-off of The DILF, you do not need to read The DILF to enjoy this story.
There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai’s long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place – Mikhail’s wedding.
“You don’t think I’ll press the button?” Nikolai’s breath was warm and teasing in her ear.
Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her.
“Honestly, I don’t care. It won’t affect me.”
“Sweet Ophelia,” he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear.
Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her clit like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai’s voice was again in her ear.
“Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will fuck,” he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. “Only, this time, it will be my name you scream.”
Eighteen-year-old Ophelia Shaw’s messy break-up with her first boyfriend pushes her to make her fantasies about her friend and classmate, Mikhail “Mickey” Alvonich III (who just happens to be second in line to the throne of the Eastern European principality of Ruslavia) a reality. The opportunity to seduce him presents itself when he invites her and their friends to the palace over Christmas.
Except for the usually pragmatic Fee, this goes horribly wrong – only because she had the map to Prince Mick’s room backwards.
Six years later and Prince Nikolai’s still thinking of the young woman that slipped into his bed under the strangest circumstances. Ophelia has matured into a headstrong, ball-breaking woman but the only thing he can think about is getting her into his bed. Deliberately, this time.
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