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Her lips opened. Her hesitant breath caressed my skin as I kept my thumb pressed against her lips. Still, no sound came out.

Suddenly, the single most important thing in my life became getting her to bend to my will, even in this small way. “Say it, princess. Say please.”

Beg me.

Her throat contracted as she swallowed. “Please.”

Air hissed through my clenched teeth as I pushed the tip of my thumb inside her warm, wet mouth. “Say it again.”

Her cool fingers clasped around my wrist as she whimpered.

“Say it again,” I repeated more forcefully.

The sweep of her tongue against my thumb almost sent me over the edge as she rasped, “Please.”

I leaned my forehead against hers as I pulled her breath into my lungs. My free hand pushed into the soft waves of her hair as I anchored her head within my grasp. I thrust my thumb deeper into her mouth. “Suck it.”

Pale pink manicured nails pressed crescents into my wrists as she squirmed within my embrace, trying to dislodge my hand.

It wasn’t going to happen.

Although still my plan, my intent had changed.

Over the course of my duties, I had often noticed her.

Watched her.

It would have been impossible not to.

She was just so beautiful, but it was a distant, fragile beauty.

As if she were a porcelain figurine too delicate and expensive to touch.

But now, her warm, soft body was pressed against mine.

Finally.

And I was finding it difficult to keep my baser instincts in check. It was taking all my disciplined training not to flip her around, press her against the wall, and pound into her from behind like a fucking animal.

Especially as I watched those full lips pursed around my thumb as she obediently sucked it.

Fuck me.

This was my boss’ precious daughter. His innocent, precious daughter.

Men like Lucian Manwarring didn’t fool me.

I’d seen it countless times in the upper ranks of the Marines. Officers who were brutally unfeeling and ruthless when it came to the training of the men below them, but who wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for those same men.

A leader needed to be cold and calculating to protect the unit.

Surviving in the upper echelons of corporate America and among the high society families of New York City was a daily war.

And while the consequences may not be deadly, there were still casualties, like not being the ideal father. I knew that from personal experience, which was why I saw right through Lucian.

I had been hired to guard the protective wall he had built around his daughter… not to tear it down.

Still… I was only a man.

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