Page 22 of Brutal Ice

And when she did manage to sleep, in her nightmares, when the trunk opened…Royal wasn’t the one there.

Someone else was.

A voice. Whispering. Taunting her.

I am going to make you scream.

A tear slipped from her right eye.

Royal cursed. He pulled her into his arms. Spun around. And in a few, fast steps, he had her at his desk. No, on it. He knocked the laptop out of the way and put her up on the desk. He shoved her legs apart so that he could stand between them. Her dress hiked up. Her small bag fell onto the desktop. Her high-heeled shoes dangled above the floor. A moment later, the heels fell off and hit the floor.

His fingers curled under her chin. “I do anything that you don’t want, you stop me. Got it?”

She nodded.

“I can make you scream. I’ll give you the release you need.” His hand went to her thigh. He eased the silk up even higher. Rough calluses brushed against her skin. “I will give you everything you want.”

This shouldn’t be happening. So why do I want it—him—so much?

“Stop me,” he said again.

Only she didn’t. Instead, Violet grabbed his hand. The hand on her thigh. And she pushed it up higher.

His whole body shuddered. “Where have you been for my whole fucking life?” A guttural growl.

Then his fingers were sliding under the part of her dress that had bunched up. Under the dress, and under the edge of her panties. She hissed out a breath, but Violet didn’t stop him. She was way past that point. Self-control was gone. Now she acted only on animal instinct, and the animal in her wanted this.

His fingers slid over her folds. Slid over her clit. Rubbed. Carefully. Then he dipped one long finger into her.

She clamped her inner muscles around him.

“So tight.”

He pushed her back on the desk. Lowered her. He grabbed her panties and hauled them down. The thin fabric ripped, and the sound jolted her. But before she could say anything, his mouth was on her. His lips and tongue worked her clit. Fast. Intense. Merciless. He ate her up and didn’t give her time to do anything but gasp out his name and shove her hips harder against his lips and tongue.

This wasn’t her. She didn’t hook up with strangers.

That’s all he is. A stranger.

A hero. A stranger.

A savior.

Stranger…

His finger slid back inside her even as his tongue kept licking her clit. Over and over and over and she squirmed on the desk and her hands grabbed for his shoulders. Her legs curled around him, and she just erupted. The pleasure hit her like a detonation. Sudden. Shocking. No build-up. Just oblivion. It blasted through her, and she screamed with the release.

All of the tension, all of the fear—all of the control she’d had vanished in an instant as she came against his mouth. It was the most powerful orgasm of her life. It pulsed through every cell in her body. Left her quaking and shaking and utterly limp beneath him.

His tongue licked over her once more.

She gasped out his name.

Royal slowly rose. He leaned over her as she sprawled—basically boneless—on his desk. His hands slammed down on either side of her head. “Let me fuck you.”

Uh, yes, let’s do?—

The door flew open. The unlocked door. Because he’d told her it was unlocked before, and she hadn’t tested his words for truth. But, clearly, he hadn’t been bullshitting her. The door flew open and banged against the wall. She realized in that stark instance as she stared up at Royal that whoever had just come storming into his office would have a perfect view of Royal…as he stood between her spread legs.

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