Possessive Prince: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 66) Read online

  POSSESSIVE PRINCE

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 66

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Possessive Prince

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  Newsletter

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother

  Book 64: Possessive Cowboy

  Book 65: Summer Romanced

  Book 66: Possessive Prince

  POSSESSIVE PRINCE

  Possessive Prince will delight fans of Jenika Snow and Alexa Riley

  After my mother passes I’m a younger woman who’s all alone for the first time.

  I decide to live out her one wish and visit the romantic Spanish island of Mallorca in her memory, but when a handsome, mysterious older man pulls me from the sea I realize this holiday might lead me to making the ultimate memory with my sexy Spaniard.

  I wasn’t expecting a Spanish romance in the beautiful Balearic Sea, but that’s exactly what I get. And he’s going to get something else entirely when I realize I’ve fallen for him and it’s finally time for my first time…with him.

  But all I can think about is how to make my first time turn into all the time, as in live in Spain permanently with him as we start our own family together.

  *****

  As a Spanish prince I’m always on the lookout for people with an agenda. But for the first time in my life I’m the one with the agenda when a possessive streak hits me after a close encounter with a beautiful tourist.

  But I need to know she’s as obsessed with me as I am with her, and when I do I’m going to make her my princess for life.

  But when the king finds out what I’m up to will this possessive prince’s royal romance be a welcome addition to the palace, or will they send the both of us packing…forever?

  But there’s only one forever that matters to this prince…making her mine and starting a family…together forever with my perfect princess.

  *Possessive Prince is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER 1

  Leo

  “Want me to get rid of this one, sir?”

  The head of palace security looks through his binoculars out to the Balearic Sea off the coast of Mallorca.

  “Get rid of whom, Alejandro?”

  “Well, it seems the paparazzi have resorted to coming by sea.”

  “By sea?”

  “Pictures of your holiday are worth a lot of money on those gossip websites these days. I guess they’ve learned some new tricks from the American and British paparazzi.”

  “If only they knew,” I say.

  If only they knew how boring this life was. As the prince of one of Europe’s oldest ruling families my life consists of one formal activity after another. Dedicate an international aid building one day, christen an ocean liner the next. Attend military parades on the weekend. Shake hands at state dinners at night.

  I’m not complaining about my life, but I sure do wish it had that spunk. That je ne sais quoi as the French say. But I’m neither French nor in their country. Spain is my homeland and Mallorca is the holiday spot the ruling family is expected to attend every year.

  But we certainly aren’t expecting visitors…especially by sea.

  “Is the guy in a boat
?” I ask, wondering exactly how this guy is planning on approaching the coastline just off the Marivent Palace. There’s nowhere to dock, but then again he probably has one of those ultra long lenses so he’ll have no need to get close.

  “Wait on second. One second,” Alejandro continues. “You’re not going to believe this, sir.”

  “Believe what?”

  “It’s not a man. It’s a woman.”

  “A woman?”

  “And she’s not on a boat, or any kind of small watercraft.”

  “What devices are they trying now.”

  “Sir, it seems to be an…inflatable beach bed.”

  “What? Let me see those,” I say and Alejandro hands me the binoculars.

  I focus them in and see that he’s right. What the heck?

  But he left out one very important part.

  This woman is absolutely gorgeous…a bit out of her element it seems, but that only makes her seem more innocent, natural, and refreshing.

  I can tell from looking at her that she’s not Spanish. She’s pale and I can’t tell if she’s American, English, or maybe even Canadian, Australian, or South African. But what I can tell is she seems to having a rough time out there, fumbling around on that bed quite a bit, but all in all she seems to be having a great time.

  She’s smiling and rolling around left and right. Is she trying not to fall off? Those things can be tricky especially as far out as she is.

  “I can send out a boat to get her before she starts snapping pictures.”

  I look more closely. “She doesn’t have a camera,” I say. “I’m going to go out and take a look.”

  “Sir, you can’t do that.”

  “I have to do that,” I say. “Alejandro, how long have you known me?”

  “Since the day you were born, sir.”

  “And have I ever asked a favor of you? Ever?”

  “Never, sir.”

  “Well there’s a first time for everything and today is that day. Can you cover for me?”

  “Sir, the other guards will see you.”

  “Just say I’m one of our guests.”

  “I’ll do what I can, but please hurry back.”

  I hand him the binoculars back and take off carefully maneuvering down to the shoreline and start swimming out to sea.

  Those binoculars he had were pretty powerful, but she was beyond pretty. Something about her caught my eye and I have to know more about this young woman. What in the world possessed her to risk her safety out there to try to get close to the palace?

  And why is she having more fun than me? And how did a woman so beautiful get on my island and no one told me about it?

  I get introduced to all kinds of fancy and rich women all the time, but they just don’t do it for me. There’s something about this girl that’s different and I have to see for myself up close.

  I paddle faster feeling an energy I haven’t felt in I can’t remember how long. A certain excitement from doing something I shouldn't be doing and meeting someone my handlers would never allow.

  But something in my gut tells me she’s not someone. She’s…the one.

  CHAPTER 2

  Lily

  “Oh my god I’m going to drown,” I say just as I carefully dump my mother’s ashes out at sea.

  My mother passed away last month and her only wish in her entire life was to visit Spain. Unfortunately she never made it but I was going to bring her here. To give her the one wish she always wanted.

  I remember when I was young and how I’d wake up in the middle of the night to find her passed out in her chair with Julio Iglesias playing on the radio next to her. She worked three jobs and ran on coffee and energy drinks trying to give me the best life she possibly could. I loved her so much and the least I could do was lay her to rest in the one place she’d always wanted to visit.

  But if I didn’t get this wonky inflatable beach bed figured out soon I’ll be finding myself at the bottom of the sea too.

  I’d originally planned on placing her ashes from the shore, but quickly realized they’d wash right back in. Not satisfactory at all.

  But I didn’t plan on floating out this far or getting caught in a current which took me out even farther.

  I keep my arm tight around the urn in one hand and try my best not to fall off the beach bed with my other, but when a giant ship with “Baleària” on the side speeds by it creates a wave that’s too much, capsizing my seven euro beach bed and me with it. I hold my breath, and the urn, and kick for the surface finding the beach bed, but realizing there’s no way I’m going to be able to maneuver back on top…or back into shore.

  Then a second giant ship comes by, this time with “Trasmediterranea” on the side. But this ship must not see me as it passes even closer and I know this wave is going to be my undoing.

  As the wave approaches I tighten my abdominals and hold my breath just before the wave knocks me back and I feel the beach bed slip from my hand.

  I feel my body being tossed underwater and strangely it feels like someone’s hand is on me. What the heck?

  I kick hard for the surface and I swear I kick a body.

  Oh my god, is there a dead body out here?

  But no. There’s movement and I feel a muscled arm pressing against my stomach as I’m lifted to the surface as I gasp for air.

  “Are you okay?” a voice in a Spanish accent behind me says.

  “Si,” I say.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll get you in to shore. Everything is going to be okay,” the voice says again in English. “Just relax.”

  I do as I’m told and suddenly I feel my body being pulled backwards. I still haven’t seen this man’s face yet, but right now I don’t care. I’m just glad to be alive and somehow still have that urn in my possession.

  I try and sneak a peak a few times while he’s taking me back to shore, at least I assume he is as all I can see is the open ocean as he’s pulling me backwards.

  But something about the size of his arm and the speed at which my body is moving tells me this man is huge.

  And am I ever going to owe him a huge thank you for saving my life once we reach the shore.

  CHAPTER 3

  Leo

  I carefully bring us to shore in a small cove where I used to hide as a child. It will give me a chance to speak with this girl and figure out what in the heck she was doing out there.

  But speaking is the last thing on my mind when I see her body in front of me for the first time.

  She’s in a one-piece blue swimsuit, but I can clearly see she’s got more curves than the roads that wrap around this beautiful island and more mysteries than the ocean that surrounds it. I want to know more about what’s under that swimsuit and also what’s in that head of hers.

  But first I have to conceal this rock hard erection that’s been with me since I first touched her. Swimming with a hard on is no easy feat, and hiding it now will be no easier.

  “We can sit here for a minute,” I say taking a seat trying to hide my manliness.

  “Okay,” she says. “Thank you for saving me,” she adds as she catches her breath.

  “Thank you for saving me,” I say. This girl is a breath of fresh air and has changed another otherwise boring day into something much, much better.

  And as she turns to sit and I get another look at her those thoughts of her being the one come roaring back into my mind.

  “How long have you been here in Spain?” I ask.

  It’s an honest question, but I have other motives. I have to know her travel plans to know how much time I’m working with. I have to prove to this girl that I’m sincere, because I am, and I have to come up with a plan fast…

  To make her mine.

  There is an entire list of women I’m supposed to choose from when it comes time to marry.

  Well, technically it’s past that time. At thirty-three years of age my family had hoped I’d marry a few years ago, but I’m not marrying because it’s something I’m supposed t
o do, or expected to do.

  I still believe there’s one person out there for each of us, even though that idea was starting to seem like a ship passing in the night.

  But not anymore. Damn, I’m glad I stuck to my guns. This is the girl. This is the one.

  There’s no thinking about it. There’s no questioning or wondering.

  It’s well over thirty degrees Celsius (eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit) out here today and I’m covered in goose bumps from the chills she’s giving me. She makes me feel. Her porcelain skin is unlike the skin of the Spanish girls and rich girls I meet all the time. Those girls from “good” families spend most of their time sunning and shopping…two activities I have no interest in. Although I would like to spoil this girl without a doubt.