Page 113 of Nanny and the Beast

When he starts kissing methere, I become boneless.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty pussy.” His voice rumbles through all of me. “I’m going to ruin it for any other man.”

“I want you,” I say. “Only you.”

“Fuck it,” he says. “I might as well tie you down and breed you while I’m at it. I’m going to keep filling you up with my come until I get the job done.”

I’m gasoline. And his filthy words are the match.

I come undone right there and then.

“Give it to me, little girl,” he says. “Go ahead and come on my face. Give me everything. I’m going to need you wet and pliant for all the things I’m about to do to you.”

I cry out into the night, bucking against him as shockwaves of pleasure roll through me. It’s more intense than anything I’ve ever felt.

He pushes my thighs farther apart and climbs back up my body.

“I don’t even remember the last time I had a woman,” he says. “I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper.

There are storms in his eyes.

“Are you certain?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. “I want you bare inside me.”

He squeezes his eyes shut.

“Fuck, I’mreallynot supposed to be doing this,” he says.

“I won’t tell anyone,” I say. “I’ll be your secret.”

His eyes open. And they’re pure fire.

“You’ve turned me into a fucking cliché,” he says. “The boss fucking the nanny.”

He pushes his cock against my opening. My lips part in a silent moan. My heart is racing with anticipation, but my thighs fall open even wider to make space for him.

“I didn’t know virgins could be this horny,” he says, pushing himself inside me. “You’re way too tight for me, but you still want me to fuck you hard, don’t you? You want to know how a real man fucks his woman.”

His woman.

I like the sound of that. I like it a little too much.

He’s looking into my eyes, searching for something. I nod. His eyes are hooded. He’s about to push through the barrier of my virginity when there’s a knock on the door.

“Klaus, do you need help with anything?” It’s Helena.

Both of us freeze.

Reality comes crashing back. I might be in his bed, but there’s nothing to look forward to in this relationship. This isn’t some fairytale where I’ll live happily ever after with this man.

“Everything’s under control, Helena,” he says. “Thanks for checking on me.”

“Good night, Klaus,” she says.

“Good night,” he replies, his eyes glued to my swollen lips.

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