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My tongue dove between her folds, licking up her sweet essence before concentrating on her tight little bundle of nerves. It had occurred to me to work her up slowly, but I really was just out of patience, and I needed her now.

Needed to claim her as my own.

I needed her ready for my cock that was so hard it fucking hurt.

Nothing short of an intervention from God himself would stop me from taking her tonight.

It didn’t matter if her father, her brother, or the entire world disagreed.

She was mine.

Mine for now and for always.

And no one was taking her from me.

She came on my tongue like the good girl she was.

I reached between us and unzipped my tuxedo pants, letting my cock spring free.

When I knew her body was relaxed, her pussy wet and desperate for more, I kissed my way back up her body until I reached her lips.

While she returned my kiss, I lined my body up with hers.

Her breath hitched as I pushed inside her, slowly letting her body adjust to my shaft before sliding in to the hilt.

“Oh, God.” she gasped.

“God has nothing to do with this,” I whispered in her ear. “You belong to me now.”

CHAPTER 23

CHARLOTTE

“You’re mine now,” he all but growled in my ear as he thrust inside me, taking my innocence.

The second he pushed inside me, it hurt.

But he was gentle and slow and distracted me with soul shattering, possessive kisses while he stilled and let my body adjust to the new fullness of his intrusion.

It was so much all at once.

I felt scared and shaken up from before but also safe in his arms.

A strange desperation took hold of me. Desperation for something… more. The feeling confused me because I didn’t know what I wanted.

This wasn’t right. I wasn’t supposed to do things like this.

Good girls didn’t go home with their bodyguards and fuck them.

They certainly didn’t let their bodyguards spank them. And they definitely didn’t let them lick their pussies. They also absolutely did not drop to their knees to suck their guard’s cock either.

Good girls didn’t do any of that, but I reveled in it.

Perhaps, just perhaps… I had the potential to be a bad girl—a very bad, disobedient girl— after all.

Just like I’d reveled in it every night secretly under my covers when I touched myself thinking of Reid, I was reveling in his touch now.

And when he called me a good girl, I melted for him every single time.

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