Page 23 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 1

He took her hand and pulled her into his lap so she sat sideways, facing Devin.

Kurt stroked her cheek, and she lifted her gaze to look into his eyes. Kind, gray eyes. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with thick, yellow-blond hair that fell across his forehead in an unkempt, yet intentional, manner. He had the same angular cheekbones and nose as his father, but his scruffy goatee and mischief-filled eyes made her suspect he took life much less seriously than his father.

Anna gave him a timid smile and then looked away. She’d never met men like this before. Their presence was gentle. Comforting. Like nestling into a warm blanket in a soft bed while a raging storm battered against the walls of the house. No violent lust. No desire to see her hurt.

She furrowed her brows. No, that couldn’t be right. She must be reading them wrong. Men like that didn’t exist.

The other men returned to their conversations around them. Anna gave Kurt her practiced smile, preparing to read him so she would know what he wanted, but before she could do so, he dragged his thumb across her lower lip and her body awakened. Her breath caught in her throat.

He slid his hand behind her head and leaned close. Oh, God. He’s going to kiss me! Butterflies filled her stomach, and her body tingled with anticipation. He nuzzled her lips with his own and then pressed them gently to hers. He sucked at her lower lip until her mouth opened. His tongue slipped past her teeth and swirled around hers. No, I need to concentr—I need to please him... I need?—

His kiss was like a million tiny shocks to her mind, and she struggled to keep hold of reality. She’d kissed many, many men. Why was he different? What was it about his lips, his touch, that made her feel like she’d go crazy if he kept kissing her... or worse, if he stopped?

His fingers caressed the nape of her neck, and she cupped his jaw. Is this okay? I’m supposed to let the man lead, right? Is it okay to touch him? She couldn’t remember a time when she’d been so uncertain of what to do. A chill of fear ran through her body. Devin was right next to them. Would he disapprove of what she was doing? He would be furious if she failed to please his guest. Would he stop loving her again?

She mentally shook herself—I must please Kurt—and shifted her body to press her hip against his. He groaned and she felt in control again. She slid her hand around to the back of his head and ran her fingers through his soft hair. She massaged the nape of his neck and pressed her lips to his even harder.

He moaned and she trailed her fingers down the side of his neck, along the tendon, and rubbed her thumb just behind his ear. Kurt’s fingers trailed down her neck and onto her collarbone, caressing the skin.

His fingers continued their slow trail down the neckline of her dress and along the edge of the gathered material. He slipped his finger under the material, grazing her hardened nipple, and she moaned softly. Cupping her breast over the material, he squeezed gently. She gasped, breaking their kiss.

It was too hard to think when he was kissing her. What was happening?

She opened her eyes, her gaze locking on Kurt’s, and saw passion and desire, but it was a different desire than she’d ever seen in a man’s eyes before. Tender. Almost... awe? No, that couldn’t be right. Men lusted and took. They weren’t tender. They didn’t give. Even Devin, who loved her, still had an animalistic hunger in his eyes when he made love to her.

Anna saw none of that in Kurt. It was frightening because she didn’t know what to expect. Not only that, he was difficult to read. How will I know how to please him if I can’t read him? Devin wants me to please him especially. He will be so angry if I fail!

Kurt tilted his head and leaned forward and whispered, “Are you alright, Engel?” He nuzzled her ear and goosebumps popped up on her arms.

Engel? It sounded like “angel” but she was no angel. “Yes, my lord.” She gave him her practiced smile again and gazed softly into his eyes, speaking in the soft voice Master Jack had taught her to use. “How may I please you, my lord?”

His cock jumped at her words, which sent another shock wave through her body. Stay in control, Anna! You’re here for him, not the other way around.

“Oh, Engel. You are pleasing me by just being near me.” He nibbled on her earlobe and trailed kisses down her neck.

She tilted her head away, giving him more access to her neck, and sighed. Through her half-closed eyes, she caught a glimpse of Devin frowning at her; she was enjoying herself too much. She stiffened and gave Devin a small nod. Control, Anna. You’re here to please Kurt, not for your own enjoyment.

“Please, my lord, tell me how I may please you. I am very good at giving oral pleasure.” His cock jumped again and she smiled. She pressed her breasts to his chest and leaned in to whisper seductively into his ear. “Please, my lord. Let me bring you pleasure.” She gazed deeply into his eyes. His eyes widened and his brows twitched before giving her a sharp nod. She slowly slid off his lap and settled between his legs.

Running her thumbs up his inner legs, his hard thigh muscles tensed under her fingers. As her fingers approached his cock, he sucked in a deep breath. She avoided the bulge and ran her thumbs beside it and up to his waist. He barely breathed, watching wide-eyed as she reached for the linen strings. She wondered at his reaction to her touch. From the conversation she’d overheard about him, she would have assumed many skilled women had pleasured him.

Anna pulled at the strings of his pants and. She sucked in a deep breath at the sight of his beautiful cock. He was big, bigger than Devin, about the size of Ian. He had no piercings, though. I thought all Brothers were pierced.

Moving her thumbs up the bottom of his shaft, stopping just below the crest, she repeated the motion several times. Kurt grasped the arms of the chair, his knuckles whitening. Anna’s body flooded with heat at his reaction.

Holding the top of his cock with her hand, she ran her tongue along the same path her thumbs had taken, bringing her other hand beneath his balls. Squeezing gently, she raised up onto her knees and took his head into her mouth. Kurt gasped and moaned as she pushed him into her mouth, sucking hard.

Can I take him down my throat? She’d never tried with Ian, who preferred ripping into her ass rather than her throat. She continued to suck as she raised her body higher and pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Glancing up at his face as best she could, she watched as his eyes closed. He clenched his jaw and held his breath.

As the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat, she felt confident she’d be able to swallow him. She took a deep breath and swallowed him down.

He jumped and exclaimed loudly in German. Anna recoiled, his cock ripping out of her throat as she fell backward onto her ass.

Kurt’s chest heaved, and Devin’s face twisted in rage. A whimper escaped Anna’s mouth and she cowered on the floor, bracing for the blow as Devin raised his hand into the air.

“Nein, nein, Devin, I am alright.” Kurt reached out his hands as if to protect her.

Devin’s eyes blazed with fire. “Did she hurt you?”

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