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Virginity is bullshit, anyway, and remaining a virgin until marriage is an outdated practice reserved for the religious, not these royal fucks. They hold it up like it’s something sacred. So out of reach. Even though I don’t agree with it, here I am, salivating over the thought of taking her virginity and destroying her for her future husband.

Her hand reaches for mine and draws me toward her. I’m strong enough to stop her—physically, at least—but I don’t. I let her bring my hand to the juncture between her legs. I let the gasp leave her mouth as my bare hand touches her forbidden skin.

She grinds into my palm. Fucking A. I’m going to be fired. Killed, probably, but definitely fired.

“If I make you come, how do I know you won’t run and tell your father?” I ask, knowing I’m already in way too deep if she decides to tell her father about what’s happened so far. He’d probably cut off the hand that dared touch his daughter, then feed it back to me.

“Because I don’t want my father to take me out of the fucking will, which will happen if I tell him.”

“Coming is really worth the risk of losing your generational wealth?”

Her eyes darken. “Absolutely.”

I sit down and guide her onto my lap, pressing her ass against my pelvis. I drape my hand over her thigh and slide it toward her pussy. She drops back her head and moans, and her body tenses as I plant my hand between her legs.

I rub my fingers along her wet slit until her clit swells and spreads her lips for me. She scoops her hips, grinding against my lap as she moves against my palm.

I’m so fucking horny. She’ll make me bust in my pants at this rate, and I’m way beyond those years.

Rubbing her clit burns my fingers because I know how wrong it is. I focus on small movements, and a quick, sharp moan leaves her lips with every pass.

“Come for me, Isabella, so you can get off my lap before I do.”

She moans, throwing her body against me as her muscles tense the closer she gets. “I can’t fucking come like this,” she says with a frustrated exhale.

“What, do you need a fucking thigh to hump?” I joke.

She sinks into my lap with a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I think I do.”

I sigh. “Turn around,” I say, taking my hand from between her legs.

She faces me, straddling one of my thighs and bringing her lips toward mine. Like a string pulling us together, our lips clash.

I inhale her moans as she grinds against my leg, scooping her pelvis with every pass along the fabric. I drop my hands to her ass, using them to guide her motions. Her moans grow hoarse as they amplify and she selfishly chases her orgasm.

She tastes like a mistake, with soft undertones of permanent unemployment. But I don’t stop her from grinding her pussy against me and moaning into my mouth until she’s coming in the shrillest, most beautiful way I’ve ever heard.

I lift my hands from her ass and bring them to her face, pulling her mouth away from mine. She looks at me with a satiated expression, and my cock twitches.

“I thought you said you’d never fuck around with someone my size?” I say, a smirk tugging at my lips.

She sighs. “I wouldn’t, but I know you won’t hurt me. You’ve made it your duty to protect me.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Isabella

I snuck out without Vance noticing. He’s one of the best bodyguards out there, but I’m better at sneaking around than he is at guarding. He’ll kill me when he finds the car gone and has to search for me.

It concerns me that I struggled to get off with his hand, even with his direct touch on my clit. But I came so hard while grinding the length of his thigh.

I’m sure my future husband won’t understand that at all. He’ll probably hate me for being unable to come from his monster cock and expressive hands. Puke. Maybe he won’t have much of a sex drive and I’ll be left alone to hump my gold-woven pillows.

Music thumps as I enter the club. My black dress stops mid-thigh, leaving my long legs exposed above my black heels. I get a drink, chug it, order a second, and bring it along to the dance floor. I squeeze into the crowd of people.

My eyes snap to a man in the corner. He’s not Vance, but he’s watching me just as closely. He’s Ronaldo, Antonio’s brother.

He’s as tall, dark, and handsome as his brother, and just as crazy too. I swallow the lump in my throat. He’s one of the people Vance is supposed to protect me from.

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