Page 91 of Their Princess

“You snap,” he said in a low and deadly tone, “and then I snap. It seems like all we do.” He tilted his head. “And you like what we do. Don’t you?”

I barked a laugh, which was hard when he was holding my jaw shut. “You think I enjoy this? You’re?—”

I bit down on my tongue, because I did like it.

It drove me crazy with want for him to do something about it. Dothisto me.

“Not a doubt in my mind,” he growled.

“I don’t?—”

He released my face to only grab both sides of my zip-up sweatshirt and yank it apart, the zipper roaring with the strain. The fabric parted, the cool metal teeth ripping at my skin, and then the front of my body was exposed. My breasts toppled out, and he palmed one, pressing it roughly against my body and me harder against the spackled wall. My newly tattooed flank screamed in pain, rubbing against the wall, but I didn’t make a sound.

I feared that if I did, it wouldn’t be a pain-filled groan but a pleasure-driven moan. Especially as he pinched my already perked nipple with his forefinger and thumb.

“You’re telling me,” he said in a husky voice, “that you don’t like when your body reacts this way.” He pressed his body against mine.

There was a lump in his pants, the bulge pressing into my stomach just below my bare breasts. He thrust against me. Then, his hips retreated, and I wanted to pull him back.

“I’m just cold,” I muttered the lie. “My nipples?—”

“Say that again.” He chuckled.

Heat sparked on my cheeks. “Nipples?”

“Mynipples?—”

“They’re mine,” I said.

“That’s where you’re wrong, princess. These”—he pinched one hard enough to drive a jolt of pain between the nipple and my core—“along with everything else in your curvy little body, are mine now.”

With his hands on my ribs, he lifted me, my back still pressed to the wall. Then, he ducked his head and took my other nipple in his mouth, first sucking and then nipping me. He dragged his teeth across the tip, and I bit back a moan. My body already trembled. But then he swirled his tongue around my areola, and a sound actually escaped from my throat. It slipped from my glued lips.

Fuck, the heat, friction, and bite felt so good.

Sas rocked back, smiling. He was the type of bastard who would start me but wouldn’t let me finish. I never thought men like this really existed.

Color me wrong.

And damn.

“You like it,” he said. Not a question.

I wouldn’t be able to lie anyway with the lust coursing through my body. I barely trusted my own voice. Each breath was already rushed.

He pressed his leg between my thighs and pushed my body down the wall, so the pressure landed on my clit. Then, he pressed himself against me and me against the wall. I couldn’t move with how lean and tall he was. I couldn’t climb off him without him grabbing me. He had already proved to be quick.

Sas grabbed my hips and moved me along his leg, every stroke pulling my thong tighter against my clit. The panties were already soaked, and the moisture spread so much I thought Iwould surely leave a wet spot on his thigh. He smirked because he knew what he was doing to me, and I was weak.

All I knew was that my body wanted something more. I was nothing but a writhing, puddled mess. He’d already wound me up, and every movement pulled me tighter like a rubber band that might snap at any minute.

Sas worked his leg around, dragging it up and down across my slit, as he kept my nipple pinched between his fingers. All while he looked down on me with his scorching eyes that burned my skin and left me breathless. Fury and determination and other deadly dark things lurked in his pupils that were narrowed on my heart.

The look reminded me of a gun’s muzzle. All he would need to do was shoot, and I would be dead, limp in his arms and bleeding out.

My life flashed before my eyes as he worked his leg harder. Faster in conjunction with his hand dragging me against him. The friction between my thighs and at this angle started to drive me higher. He hit my clit again. And again. He pinched my nipple and then brushed his thumb along my areola.

My body reacted harshly. Quickly. I tried to think of anything but Sas in this moment, but I was caught up in the tidal wave of pleasure. I gasped.

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