Page 30 of Seven Princes: A Very Dirty Fairtytale

“I want you.”

She sucked in a harsh breath. “You can’t want me.”

“Why? Because you work here, and turn down all the offers that have been made for reasons people don’t understand and can only guess about.”

She looked surprised before he continued. “I’m not saying I’m a knight in shining armor, Claudia. I’ve probably got more dark than light in me, but what I won’t do is lie to you. You already know that I have very specific needs, and I think that you can fulfill them.”

Claudia opened her mouth to protest, but Archer brought his finger up to her lips. “I know you’re about to argue, so I’m just going to say this then you can talk. I want to dominate you, Claudia. I want to see you writhe underneath me, panting for more. I want to see you in all kinds of naughty positions just waiting for me to eat you up, or bring you to your knees, and I think you want it too.”

Claudia swallowed audibly. “What makes you think I want it?” Her voice sounded unconvincing even to her own ears. “It just sounds like you’re projecting.”

“Projecting? That’s big talk, Claudia. You sure you want to go down that road?”

Claudia moved her head so that his fingers fell. “You’re projecting your desires onto me. It’s as simple as that.”

Archer began to trail his fingers over her arms, lightly. “I’m not projecting anything. If you want to tell yourself that to keep hiding behind this titanium wall you’ve built up, that’s up to you. That’s not the case though.”

Claudia’s eyes narrowed into slits. “You think you know me so well, don’t you? Well, you don’t.”

“Ah, but I do,” he said pleasantly as if they were talking about the weather. “I know that you are fiercely independent, that you have a fire that burns deep down in your soul, and I know that you know a lot more than the other virgins around here. You haven’t been with a guy, but you know enough which makes me think that you actually came close a time or two. How am I doing so far?”

Claudia stared for a beat. “That’s actually -” she trailed off. “Well, that proves nothing.”

“That’s because I’m right, aren’t I?”

Claudia shrugged. “Doesn’t matter if you are. It doesn’t change anything.”

His fingers moved from her arms to her neck, and a smattering of goose bumps began to break out across her skin. “That’s where you’re wrong, my dear. It does matter, and it does change things. To seduce a woman like you, you have to appeal to her mind first, and secretly, I think that you like that I’m able to read you so well.”

Claudia shook her head. “No, I don’t, and frankly, I find your lack of respect for personal space annoying.”

Archer cocked his head to the side. “If that were actually true, you’d have pushed me away and called the buffoons you guys hired as bodyguards. They might have let me slip past, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t come to your aid if you yelled for help, and as I’ve already proven, I can keep my hands to myself.”

“Somehow, I don’t find that entirely too convincing right now,” she commented, very dryly as his fingers hovered over the pulse on her neck.

“Right now, I’m not trying to be convincing. At least, not that in that respect. What I am trying to convince you of how however is to give me a chance. I can show you pleasure in ways you’ve never even dreamed of, Claudia. If you just surrender.”

Claudia swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Why should I?”

“Because deep down, you know you want to. Not even that deep down otherwise you would’ve pushed me away by now. Your mouth says one thing, but your body says something completely different.”

Archer’s fingers skirted over her breasts, lightly flicking her nipples on the way causing her to jerk in response. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you might have convinced your mind that you should stay as far away from me as you possibly can, but I don’t think your body has gotten the message. The goose bumps, and the way your pulse skipped a beat just now backs up my case.”

Claudia’s tongue darted out to lick her lips. “That proves nothing.”

Archer’s eyes darkened as he watched her tongue. “It proves a lot. God, the things that tongue could do given the right outlet.”

Claudia flushed as she tucked her tongue back into her mouth. “Archer, I—"

“Say it again.”

Claudia gave him a confused look. “What?”

“Say my name again,” Archer clarified as his fingers came back up to her breasts and lay atop them.

“Archer,” she breathed as she unconsciously pushed herself forward. Her brain was screaming at her to get out, to push him away, to literally do anything but stand there and be a prey to this man, but there was an equally strong part of her that told her to relax and enjoy this. It’s not like this could go wrong like all the other times.

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