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“You should be scared of how much I want you, little saint. How much I crave the feeling of your pulse trapped beneath my fist. The sound of your pleas when I’m inside you.”

His lips skim up the column of my neck, pressing a kiss right on my fluttering pulse. A whimper leaks out when he bites down, claiming my body with his teeth and chasing my pleasure with his tongue.

“I’m not scared.”

My legs are shaking, trembling to the point where I can barely keep myself standing. Marlin presses in closer, cornering me against the wall so there’s nowhere for me to go.

“Are you lying again, little saint?” The rumble of his laughter fills my ear, “You know I love it when you lie to me.”

He tugs at the bow between my breasts and the dress falls to the floor. A fire lights up his eyes as they sweep over my bare body, melting every fibre until I’m nothing more than a puddle at his feet.

“You didn’t feel like wearing underwear to dinner?”

I shake my head, “Didn’t think the eels would appreciate them.”

A gorgeous fucking smile takes over his face. It pierces right through my soul, casting a light on the shadows and bringing every carnal desire to life.

He’s looking at me like I’m his favourite puzzle.

Like I’m his only puzzle.

“My beautiful little saint.” He strokes the curve of my hip, watching me squirm under his touch, “Just waiting for me to take what’s mine.”

The teasing pressure of his fingers has slickness building between my thighs. I’m fucking soaked by the time his lips finally latch onto mine, the desire and need bleeding from his mouth to my own.

It’s an overload of sensations, the rough stroke of his tongue and the gentle stroke of his fingers. I’m a moaning, throbbing mess when he pushes two fingers inside me, his soft strokes turning savage as he mauls me with his mouth.

“Take what’s yours.”

It’s a plea and a promise rolled in one.

Marlin picks me up and pins me against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding down on the bulge sticking out of his dress pants. A guttural sound escapes the back of his throat, and I swallow it whole, drowning and clinging to the man who hides behind the monster.

His dress pants fall to the floor and suddenly he’s inside me. Filling me, consuming me,owningme until I have no choice but to scream his name.

“Louder, little saint.” His breath is hot in my ear, his thrusts forcing me back against the wall, “I want my ears ringing with my name on your lips.”

My nails are tearing at his skin, trying to claw through the layers keeping us apart. Marlin matches my vicious energy, pulling my hair and biting my neck as if he’s the one who can’t stand the barrier between us.

I shriek when he pinches my clit, sending tingles of pain through the waves of pleasure.

“Ask me nicely, little saint.” His thumb smooths over my throbbing bud, massaging the sting from the spot, “Ask me nicely and I’ll let you come.”

I don’t want to come. I want to stay trapped in this lust-filled bubble, fused to Marlin’s body and his mind.

His thrusts are getting more aggressive, the sound of slapping skin ringing through the enclosed space. I can feel him losing control, unravelling beneath my fingertips and the tight clench of my pussy.

I don’t care what he says.

Marlin Seaborn is fucking mine.

Chapter 48

MARLIN

The Dragon has made her move.

All members of the board are expected to be in attendance at the Drache Manor in three days’ time. Formal attire is to be worn, and entertainment is to be provided. Family members are encouraged to be in attendance.

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