Page 174 of Nanny and the Beast

She moans around my length as I stuff her mouth over and over again, giving her just a little more than she can handle. She keeps those big Bambi eyes on me as I curse her name and empty myself inside her. She tries to swallow all of it, but there’s so much that it spills down her chin and neck.

I pull out of her mouth. Her eyes widen when I continue spilling all over her chest.

When I’m done, I lift her up.

She’s used to me cleaning her up, but this time, I massage my come into her skin.

“Since you’re going out tonight, I want you smelling like me,” I say. “Any man who even breathes in your direction will now know you belong to me.”

I told myself I would behave like a normal man, but I can’t hide the way she makes me feel. I can’t hide the possessive and jealous side of me.

“And it turns you on, doesn’t it?” I ask, leaning down to inhale her scent. Underneath the scent of my own musk, I can detect her own arousal. “You like that I’m obsessed with you.”

She parts her lips, but she has no words.

My phone starts ringing again. I don’t have to look at it to know it’s Alaric. He’s going to want to know if I’ve left the house yet.

“There’s a Porsche waiting for you outside,” I say.

“A Porsche?” she says. “I have my own car.”

“Absolutely not,” I say.

She purses her lips. We’ve already had this conversation. When she told me that she was going out to meet her friends tonight, I told her I would arrange a driver and a bodyguard for her. She refused, saying that she preferred to drive herself.

“Are we really going to do this again?” she asks.

“Let me drop you off, at least.”

“No,” she says.

“Then at least take one of my cars,” I say. “They’re safer.”

“Klaus, I?—”

“Emma, your safety is the one thing I refuse to compromise on,” I say.

She studies me for a moment. She looks like she has something to say, but she only nods.

“Fine, okay,” she says. “I’ll take your car.”

I take a step closer.

Her eyes widen as I close my fingers around her throat. The alarm in her eyes makes me hard again.

It’s established. I’m a sick, sick man.

“Kiss me goodbye,” I say.

“That’s a dangerous game,” she says. “If I give you any more kisses, I’m going to end up passed out on your bed.”

“You say that like it’s such a bad thing,” I say, pressing my nose against her temple.

My fingers tighten over her throat as I inhale her sweet scent. This possessiveness is starting to get out of control. I’m aware that I need to rein it in before I do something stupid.

She thinks that I’m saying things in the heat of the moment. Little does she know, I mean every word.

I brush my lips against hers, making them part open.

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