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Prologue

Kian

The weather’s hot, the drinks are cold and the —and there’s no place I’d rather be

Then again, who doesn’t want to be on a yacht off the coast of Ibiza, playground to the rich and the raunchy?

It’s the perfect spot, especially for so both of the above to extre with the third r in my trifecta of bad behavior: royal

That’s right I’ about any of it, I don’t apologize for it, either Why should I, when there’s notHis Royal Hotness Prince Kian of Wildeet the title without any of the responsibility—thanks to ure it’d be a shame to squander my luck

A lot of people think I should be bitter about being the spare to Garrett’s heir—ere born only seven et it They see only the power that co and none of the shit that it entails

I, however, have had an up-close-and-personal look at all of the shit, and I’ve got to say—I really, really like being the spare

It’s why I’m on this yacht, after all, while Garrett’s back at the castle playing Crown Prince of Wildeovernments

Why I currently have a Brazilian superainst , titled little snob for years now

Most iet to say and be and do what (or who) I hile Garrett…Garrett definitely doesn’t

Fuck yeah, I love being the spare What’s not to love about getting all the privileges of royalty with none of the responsibilities?

The es to some old school Avicii, and the model on my lap—Sofia, I think her naainst ,” she says, her voice all low and breathless and sex-drunk froave her “Let’s dance, baby”

“You sure that’s what you want?” I flex the fingers of my left hand, which are still buried inside of her “Because I was thinking we’d go for round two, see how long it takes ain”

“You can get ht side, says as she rocks against ive her what she wants, stroking my thumb over her clit once, twice, a third time

Like so asping ner-polished fingernails

Sofiahot and wet around ers as she, too, comes for a second time