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UNDER THE PRINCE OF LUST'S WILES

UNDER THE PRINCE OF LUST'S WILES

JMFelic

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In a large shopping mall we went. It was three storeys high, complete with restaurants and fast-food chains. He guided me to the second floor where all of the goods I had specified to him were located. Again, stores after stores were lined up for me choose, but I decided to enter one where its window knickknacks caught my eyes. The store was named, Ann Summers. Weird things. I most certainly hadn't seen objects like these in my entire life. The shapes were weird too; circular, elongated, heart-shaped in bold neon colors. There were even objects that looked like rods and cuffs of different sizes and colorful jelly rings with studs. My brain immediately registered children's toys? However, the moment I stepped inside the store, my brain immediately scratched the word CHILDREN and replaced it with ADULT! My eyes widened as I took in every single detail that welcomed me. Eriol, who trailed behind me earlier, now stood right in my side. He gave a light tap on my shoulder to which I immediately jerked away. Our eyes met and I swear he looked at me with a twinkle of mischief. 'Funny, you seem to have lost your way directly into this place, Milady,' he said and gave me a freaking roguish grin! ~ 0 ~ I am hoping that my vacation in my Aunt's mansion is worth it. Leaving my volunteer work in Nepal abruptly is not what I wanted but there is nothing I can do, my Aunt is just too insistent. I know staying in there would be enjoyable, but I never thought that everyday would become something more... more than unbearable, and it all stems to a certain man - the head butler of the house - specifically too attentive of me. Genre: Supernatural Romance Status: Completed All Rights Reserved 2020 JMFelic Books

Chapter 0 Prologue

"Suck me."

That sentence was the last thing I remembered when I woke up from a deep slumber.

Such vulgar words, I know, but I found it surprisingly arousing. Not that I could remember all about my dream in detail. What clung in the recesses of my brain was a blurry face of a man, standing in my front, his black slacks pulled halfway down his long legs. I was kneeling, my face meeting his package.

No wonder it made me feel hot the moment I opened my eyes. Like wet hot.

It surprised me because I am what you would normally call, 'untouchable'.

Seriously. I am proudly a member of SNBTVM - the Society for Never-Been-Touched Virgin Maidens.

Yeah, like that group of people actually exists.

Anyway, guess I am that sexually frustrated in my mid twenties age huh? Probably that's why I am having this kinky, weird dream.

I can't help it though. These past few months had been so busy. The Mother Superior of St. Augustine, Sister Rhoda, asked me to volunteer for an outreach program that has an indefinite time frame of when it will be done. I was glad to extend a helping hand though. The people in Nepal needed all the help they can get after the latest magnitude 7.8 earthquake hit them.

This would be my second month of stay here. The Sisters had a minicamp set up in a clearing near the destroyed Dharadara Tower. This area became our temporary residence. Our day-to-day routine consisted of cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner for our immediate assigned families, setting up temporary classes for the Nepali children, and offer first aid for those with minor wounds.

It may sound mechanical and laborious but it is a fulfilling daily routine for me. I do believe this is my calling - to help those in need and to provide care and assistance for the sick and elderly. I may not be a nurse or a doctor, but at least I can do this much in my own little way.

Today is especially excluded from my daily routine.

After shoving the dream in the back of my mind, I then started preparing my travel bag. Halfway from finishing the task, my special Iphone ringtone rang. It was an international call from my mother, straight from Wisconsin.

"Yep?" I answered immediately without even checking the name registered in the phone screen.

"Andrea, are you already packing up?" she inquired in her usual intimidating voice. Right. Here she goes again, another go-get-your-butt-off rant, but don't judge her quickly by the way. She is actually the best mother anyone can have. Sweet and caring, a very good cook, and overly supportive in all my endeavors in life. She even let me finish my college degree in Mass Communications even though she had hoped I had chosen Physical Therapy.

"Yes, Ma. I am. It is already eleven in the morning here. My flight is at one. I am just finishing everything here, making sure I don't miss out on anything."

"That's good to hear, " she replied, relief was clear in her voice. I wonder what's making her so nervous.

"Why are you calling? Aren't you already asleep by now?" I asked, trying to fish out information. She is living together with my step-father, who owns a publishing company. I had a notion that her being nervous is all about her cookbook in the process of editing.

"Your Auntie Marcella has been bugging me constantly about you! I want to make sure that you are really leaving. I don't want to hear you say that you needed more time on your volunteer work there."

Guess my theory is wrong.

I heaved a sigh. The sudden hesitation crept inside me. I definitely do not want to abruptly end my volunteer work here. There's still so much to do!

"Actually, I was about to say that. The nuns in St. Augustine needed me and-"

"Okay stop. You know how much Marcella misses you. You really should clear up your mind and focus on your vacation."

I was fighting myself, resisting the urge to roll my eyes upwards. "Yes, Ma. I get it, " I said in haste. "You don't need to sermon me again."

I know how much she would love me to visit her older sister in Luxembourg. It's not her fault anyway. Aunt Marcella has been constantly bugging me to go there too. It has been awhile since I visited her.

The first time I visited the place was when I was fourteen years old. It was Aunt's ten-year anniversary wedded to a British movie director. The last time I visited was her husband's funeral two years ago. I guess she needed someone to talk to that's why she wanted me to visit. I didn't really mind it though. She is my favorite aunt in the first place. Anything for her, I would do - except of course her constant matchmaking endeavors for me. That - I simply am not focusing right now.

"Good that you understand. So, I expect to see postcards in my mailbox from your tour in Belgium ASAP alright?" Her jovial tone was finally evident. I bet she is the only woman - if not the whole world, but the whole of Wisconsin - who doesn't have a Facebook, Instagram or Twitter account.

"You can expect a sack of them if you want, " I lightly mocked, but I greatly have an inkling this was what she wants.

In the middle of biting my lip, I suddenly heard children shouting from the outside of my tent. Curious of what the commotion was all about, I briefly peeked and then the corners of my mouth curved.

"Haha, good joke dear." My attention returned to my phone when I heard my mother replied. "Call me when you arrive in Marcella's house okay? Take care. I love you."

"Yep, I sure will Ma. Love you too."

And with that, we ended our conversation. After shoving my Iphone inside my personal bag, I exited the tent and found that the commotion was indeed from my favorite group of children, playing a game of toss-the-can-baseball.

The Benlali Awesome-Brothers! That's what they have tagged themselves with. It made me smile remembering the youngest of the three brothers pronouncing it 'ooosum' - struggling with the words quite clearly. Apparently, that's one of the few English words they know of, but it was still cute though.

I took in a long deep breath hoping to calm myself down and ease my worries of leaving my work.

Yeah, I am definitely going to miss these three boys and the Augustinian Sisters too. They have become a family to me. I can only hope and pray that going to my Aunt's house would all be worth it.

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UNDER THE PRINCE OF LUST'S WILES
1

Chapter 0 Prologue

01/09/2018

2

Chapter 1 Pleasure to Make Your Acquaintance

01/09/2018

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Chapter 2 Your Mistress is Not Me

01/09/2018

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Chapter 3 Just A Sausage

01/09/2018

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Chapter 4 A Taste of Fear

01/09/2018

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Chapter 5 Behold the Prince

01/09/2018

7

Chapter 6 And So It Begins

01/09/2018

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Chapter 7 Reaching New Heights

03/09/2018

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Chapter 8 A Sudden Intrusion

03/09/2018

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Chapter 9 Mr. Butler and His Horses

03/09/2018

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Chapter 10 A Tumble Under the Tree

04/09/2018

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Chapter 11 Unstoppable Vibrations

04/09/2018

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Chapter 12 Bound To Him

04/09/2018

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Chapter 13 A Taste of the Past Oh Venerated One!

04/09/2018

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Chapter 14 A Fallen Angel's Uniqueness

04/09/2018

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Chapter 15 A Much Needed Space

04/09/2018

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Chapter 16 Playing Hard-to-Get

04/09/2018

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Chapter 17 Run To Him

04/09/2018

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Chapter 18 Tailing Her

04/09/2018

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Chapter 19 Hold Me

04/09/2018

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Chapter 20 Sleep It Is Dear Heart

04/09/2018

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Chapter 21 A Night With Him

06/09/2018

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Chapter 22 Taste and See the Goodness of the Prince

06/09/2018

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Chapter 23 A Morning Kiss

06/09/2018

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Chapter 24 A Trip Down Memory Lane

06/09/2018

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Chapter 25 Enter the Prince's Rival

06/09/2018

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Chapter 26 A Childhood Sweetheart To Remember

07/09/2018

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Chapter 27 The Greatest Sin of a Fallen Angel

07/09/2018

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Chapter 28 A Heart That Has No Respite

07/09/2018

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Chapter 29 The Arrival of His Rival

07/09/2018

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Chapter 30 Time to Take the Pressure Test

08/09/2018

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Chapter 31 An Unexpected Development

08/09/2018

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Chapter 32 When She Gets A Good Licking

09/09/2018

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Chapter 33 My Lips Are Thirsty For You

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Chapter 34 A Hairsbreadth Away

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Chapter 35 Desire Untold

10/09/2018

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Chapter 36 Act of Lust

11/09/2018

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Chapter 37 Act of Desperation

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Chapter 38 Afflictions of the Heart

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Chapter 39 The Feeling of Emptiness

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