Page 166 of Nanny and the Beast

His thrusts are slow and deep, but it’s not long before he’s taking me how he needs.He bottoms out with every thrust, giving me just a little more than I can take.

His hand flexes around my throat, choking me until everything heightens—the pain, the pleasure, the madness.

“You were so innocent when I met you. A virgin princess,” he says. “Look at you now, taking my cock like you’re being paid for it. I’ve turned you into my personal whore.”

Moans tumble from my lips.

His crude words and degradation make me sensitive everywhere. He becomes my whole world. He controls every breath I take. He’s in charge of every sensation that rolls down my spine.

His echoing grunts make my pussy clench with need. He’s giving me everything he can, but that only makes me want more.

“Klaus.” His name leaves my lips in a broken sob.

He responds by turning me back around and locking eyes with me.He kisses me then, stealing the remaining breath in my lungs as he slams back inside me.

The delicious friction between us takes me to the edge. I’m about to fall, and he’s the only thing holding me together.

“My girl,” he says. “You’re my girl for life. You open these thighs for me and me only.”

He fucks me against the tree, his arm making sure that none of the hard bark scrapes against my skin. Even when his eyes are clouded with lust, he’s still a gentleman. Only for me.

He tugs on my hair.

“Come on my big cock now, Emma,” he says.

I wrap my arms tighter around his neck as I shatter into a million shards of light. I chant his name like a prayer, letting him take all of my power.

He goes for broke now, fucking me so hard that I feel it in every cell of my body. He fucks me with brutal thrusts of his hips until he spills deep inside me, leaving my thighs sticky with his come.

And then he’s kissing me, making sure that my lips are as bruised as the rest of my body.

My heart slams against my ribcage. His heart slams against my skin.

I don’t feel like a separate person anymore. When he’s kissing me like this, I feel like we’re one. Him and I, we’re the same.

In his arms, everything is simple.

With him, everything is okay.

36

EMMA

It’s been a week since we returned from Chicago.

We haven’t given my grandmother the antidote yet. She’s being slowly weaned off the pain medication at the hospital, but I visit her every single day.

For once, I feel optimistic about what’s to come.

It feels like there’s sunshine spilling into every corner of my life.

The only thing I’m worried about is Klaus. He’s sweet to me, but I can sense the chaos in his head. He’s worried about something and refusing to speak about it.

“Miss Turner, can we have hot chocolate, please?” Rosalie asks.

“Did you finish your homework?” I ask her.

“I’m all done.” She flips through the papers in her binder, showing me the finished homework.

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