Page 33 of Princess's Revenge

He locks it behind me.

I read more ofThe Art of Warto keep myself busy and I’m just beginning to think about dinner when I heard a loud—CLANK—coming from the balcony.

What in the hell could THAT be?

I hurry over to the doors and out onto the patio. There’s a metal claw—a grappling hook—snagged on the balustrade and it looks like it’s being tugged on from below by a rope!

Intruders!

They should have given me a gun!

I peek over the railing and—

“Christopher?”

He smiles up at me and I laugh. I watch him climb the rope like a ninja. He gets one hand on the ledge, another on the balustrade and then I help him over the rail.

He lands on his feet with a flourish, takes me in his arms—grabbing my ass with one hand and the other on my back—then kisses mehard. He’s not as patient as Anthony.I like it…a brother for every mood.

I suck on his tongue while his hands travel all over me.I’m getting so wet.The way he gropes my ass sets my cunt on fire!

I push him off me and step back, fighting down a huge grin on my face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I came for my reward,” he smiles back.

“That’s not how this works,” I say, turning and walking inside.

“How does it work?”

“I did you a favor by not telling anyone about Jimmy. That cock ismyreward, notyours.I get to do whatever I want with it.”

“I see,” he sounds curious.

I turn and look him up and down like a piece of meat. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.

He raises his brows at me.

“Do it,” I command as I point to the bed.

He raises his brows higher and begins undressing. The shirt comes off first while he kicks off his boots. He’s broader andtaller than Anthony, the muscle is bulkier. He’s built like a tank…and he’s clean shaven.

I step forward and trace a finger over his pecs and abs, “You’ve been working out.”I want to bite him!

He slaps my hand away, “Every day. And you said—Cock.You didn’t say anything about the rest of me. He gives me a naughty smile and I step back.

The pants come down next, followed by the socks. I see his cock straining against his boxers like it’s going to tear through them. I give him a stern look because I’m role playing, “Well?”

He scoffs and as he pulls off the underwear, a monstrous cock springs out at attention. It’s throbbing, veined, rock hard and pointing at forty-five degrees. It’s like a fucking flagpole!

I fight down the smile on my face and say, “Bed. Now!”

He does as I say, laying down with his hands behind his head.

Honestly…I want to suck him dry right now, but I’m going to torture him. I’m going to torture him because of that slap. He deserves it!

I go sit down beside him and slap his cock. It hardly moves.

I slap it harder and it budges, but points straight up a half second later. I put my hand around his rod and find that my fingers don’t meet—That’s girth!

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