Page 74 of Dangerous King
She nods, small and uncertain, "Yes."
Even though she has no idea what she just agreed to, I'm taking it. A gentleman would stop. A decent man would walk away. But I've never claimed to be either. I'm not the hero in her story. I'm the warning her mother should've whispered about in the dark—the kind of man who ruins innocence just by breathing too close.
And God help me, I'm going to ruin her. I'm going to take what I shouldn't, brand her with my hands, my mouth, my cock, every fucking part of me. She won't be able to think of anything but me. Because when I'm done with her, she won't just be touched. She'll beowned.
I'm done pretending I'm better than this. Done keeping my distance to protect her from what I am. Fate might've been cruel when it shoved her into my orbit, but now that she's here?
She's mine.
She doesn't know it yet, but I've already decided.
Her mouth. Her moans. Her heartbeat. Her first fucking orgasm.
They belong to me now.
I'll kill the next man who even looks at her sideways.
Her smallyesis all I need. My hand slides under her soaked shirt, finding the heat of her stomach, gliding upward until I reach her breasts. She gasps, her back arches into my palm.
I take my time, exploring her, teasing her, until her breath is coming in short gasps. Her pert little nipples are ridged and hard. I roll one between my fingers, and a hiss escapes her. Gently at first, I apply some pressure. Her guttural moan encourages me to pull a bit harder. Fuck me, she's about to come undone just like that. She seems to like it a bit rougher. I'm not about to test the limits just yet, but the thought of her liking it rough makes my cock throb.
"Does that feel good?" I murmur.
She nods, breathless.
"Say it. I want to hear you."
"It... feels good," she breathes.
"You've got no idea how good I'll make it feel, baby." I pinch a little harder, and she gasps.
"You like it when I touch you like this? Rougher?"
God help me, she nods again.
"Fuck. You're going to ruin me."
I relish the feel of her soft skin under my hard hands; her breasts are just the right size, and I can fully cup them. I burn to suck on those pert nipples of hers, but unfortunately, we'd probably both drown.
There are still other things I can do, "You want my fingers, don't you?"
"Y-yes," she gasps.
My hand moves to her skirt, moving it up and sliding her panties to the side before my finger enters her. Slow. Then I curl it just right. Her walls clamp down, fluttering.
"Shit, Piccolina," I hiss. "You're so fucking tight. You're going to squeeze the life out of me when I finally bury myself in you."
A second finger joins the first. Her nails dig into my shoulders to hold herself up, and my legs have to pump the water harder to keep us both above the surface. Her head falls back. I start to thrust them, deep, then shallow. Letting her feel every angle. My thumb rubs slow, torturous circles on her clit.
"That's it," I growl. "Take it. Ride my fingers like you'll ride my cock. Let me feel you come."
She whimpers.
"Let it happen," I whisper. "Let me wreck you."
She makes a keening sound, one that nearly undoes me. My balls squeeze, making me think I'm going to come just from finger fucking her.
"That's it," I whisper again. "Take it. Let me give you this."
