Page 80 of Inside the Wicked

“I change my mind,” I rasp.

His hand begins to pull out, but mine lashes around his wrist to keep him down there.

“Not about that.” I scramble. “Talk—please. Say anything.”

Rhett pushes up a little more to lean over me, searching my face. “We don’t have to go too fast. If you tell me you want this, I’ll take over, but one word and I’ll stop.”

“This is what I want.”

He nods, then he takes control.

One of his legs slips between mine, and he turns more demanding and heated, determined to make me forget everything but him.

“You’re going to be my wife, Anastasia,” he says huskily, blowing my name like sand across my chest.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“It’s just you and me. I will never hurt you.”

Rhett pulls my top over my head, and I slip out of it. I reach for the clasp of my bra as he hooks his fingers to pull down my jeans and underwear. There’s something erotic about having him over me fully clothed while I lie here completely bare to him.

“You are so fucking perfect,” he growls.

I arch into his assault when his mouth sucks on my nipple while his hand gives the other attention. Unashamedly, my hips lift, desperate for friction with his thigh between my legs.

“You’re mine,” he says, lips trailing up my neck.

“I’m yours.”

“My Ana. My little bird. My wife.”

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Every word inspires surges of pleasure between my thighs, and I’m desperate for him to relieve the ache.

“Please do something,” I beg.

Rhett smiles against my skin. “I am. I’m making sure you never remember a single hand upon you that wasn’t mine. I’m promising you that any hand that does will have it torn from their damn body before I kill them. You’ve always known who I am, what I’m capable of. I don’t have limits when it comes to protecting you. So now, I’m going to take my time to worship every inch of what’s mine. If that’s okay with you, Mrs. Kaiser.”

I’m becoming so wet for him. It’s not normal how much he can turn me on with his words alone. Finally, his fingers slideover my pussy again, and I moan louder this time. He curves one finger into me, swearing thickly at the easy glide, then adds another on his second pass.

There’s still a note of panic in my chest at the feeling, and as if he can sense it, Rhett kisses me once.

“Eyes on me, little bird. Don’t take them off me, or I’ll stop.”

I hold onto his blue eyes, and it wipes away all other thought.

It’s Rhett’s hands on me. Rhett’s body over mine.

I love him. I love him. I love him.

His mouth carries on down my chest, and his teeth nip each of my nipples, sending sparks straight to my clit. Two fingers work me slowly, until I’m whimpering formore.

“When I watched you train, all I could think about was how I wanted to be on the receiving end of the heat and passion it inspires in you. And how it would have ended with you spread out on your back for me.”

Sex with Rhett after training would be explosive—still high from the endorphins and already stretched and sweat-slicked.

“I thought about you touching me often,” I confess. “The top drawer could never come close.”

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