Page 35 of Princess Broken

Ducking under my arm, she disappears.

Fuck. I spin.

From across the large room, a slight grin paints her pretty face. She’s nimble and fast, I’ll grant her that, especially given that impractically long gown, but she has no idea who she’s dealing with. I have yet to display one ounce of my power.

“You do not want to fuck with me, princess.”

“Finally, you’ve said something with which I whole-heartedly agree. I definitely do not want to fuck with you.” Turning, she walks toward the room’s exit.

I fight the urge to chuckle. Time to finish my lesson. This woman needs to learn she can’t boss me around.

In a single leap, I land directly behind her.

Wrapping one hand over her mouth, my other arm pins hers against her tiny body, and I leap again, carrying her and landing just in front of the wall next to the door.

Her body is tense in my arms. She’s preparing to fight back. But before she has a chance, I lift her, using my indisputable dominance to pin her tiny body against the wall.

Her forehead presses against the wallpaper as her hot breath bathes my palm. Her trapped arms push against my hold and she twists her lower body, rubbing against me.

It raises a growl from deep in my chest. My earlier urge to fuck her was nothing compared to what’s going on inside my body right now. My hips thrust, out of control, rubbing my hardness against her backside—thrusting so rigorously I fear I might wear a hole in the fabric of her dress. Who cares. She’s already said she wants another.

The princess moans, and the sound vibrates against my hand, still tightly over her mouth. Shock stills my body’s movements. Shock, both at my actions and her body’s reactions to it.

“Who’s in charge?” I ask close to her ear. “Who issues the commands?”

Muffled sounds squeeze through my hand, too tight over her mouth for her to speak. I shift it, and my index finger slips through her lips.

She makes a gurgling sound, and I’m about to remove my invading digit when her tongue strokes my thick middle finger, buried deep in her mouth.

The heat and softness overwhelm me. Unable to stop myself, I thrust my hips against her again, this time with more vigor. Her tongue continues to move against my finger and I can’t tell whether she’s tasting me, or trying to expel the intrusion.

Good luck with that.

She bites down.

“Fuck!”

She releases her teeth and lips, and I inwardly chuckle as I move my hand away from her face. She found a way to expel me after all.

I strap that arm across her thighs, holding her even more tightly against me, one arm holding down her arms, the other her legs. She can’t move no matter how hard she struggles.

“Who’s the boss?” I growl again, feeling like I might explode inside my jeans.

“I am…your…boss,” she says, but it takes several breaths to release her words, and the scent of her arousal fills my senses, stealing the last shreds of my sanity.

She’s turned on. Turned on by me. In spite of my rough treatment of her. Perhaps because of it. Even if it goes against the code, I need to fuck this woman. I must.

Making her hate me was an error in judgment, because now I need her consent.

“Okay. You’re the boss.” Slipping a hand between her thighs, I tug up, pressing my fingers against her sex through too many layers of fabric. “So, issue a command. Tell me what to do. Tell me what you want.” I press my lips against her ear. “I fucking dare you.”

Her hips tip back, and the new position gives my thick rod a new place to rub. And at the same time, my fingers grind against the apex between her thighs. I can’t feel her nub beneath all this fabric, but if I press hard enough, the pressure’s bound to include the spot that will make her explode.

And as my hand strokes her from the front, my hips continue to thrust from behind, my hardness dividing the fabric of her dress and demanding to be released from my jeans.

Moaning, she shudders and shakes in my arms. There is no question. She wants me too. She hasn’t asked me to stop.

Even if she’s still angry, her arousal and excitement are thick in the air. I must have her.

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