Page 50 of Damaged Princess

"And you never fucked him?" Vik asks in a deathly quiet tone.

"Ohmigod, no." I laugh. "Although, he is totally hot."

"Princess," Vik growls, rolling me over onto my back and hovering over me. He scrapes his teeth over my neck and every submissive impulse I have hums in delight. "I'm trying to decide how to handle David."

"Devon," I correct, frowning. He remembered every other detail of my story perfectly except Devon's name.

"Right," Vik says. "I'm trying to decide if Drake is going to die today or live to see tomorrow while seriously regretting his poor life choices."

I laugh, slapping his shoulder. "You're cute when you're defending my honor."

"I'll show you cute," he growls, devouring my mouth. His rock-hard cock notches at my opening and then he's slamming inside me. My nails rake over his shoulders as I arch toward him. My pussy aches. He's definitely got the fattest cock I've ever seen. It's intense, but so damn enjoyable.

Every single time he enters me it takes my breath away, and I have to reacclimate to the feeling of being stretched to capacity.

His huge hand cups my cheek as his beard tickles my neck. My feet dig into his ass as I desperately try to wiggle down on his knot.

"Eyes up here, princess," Vik says, nudging my cheek. My eyes fly to his. The look on his face is so sincere my breath catches. "You know you've got nothing to be afraid of anymore, right?"

My eyes dart away.

You don't simply ignore the kind of threat my father is, and I've explained this to Vik every time he asked me to repeat my story.

The most I can hope for is that my father is so pissed he disowns me. My chest constricts. If I had half a brain I would have brought my mother's ashes and her notes with me.

"I'm going to take care of you," Vik growls. "You know that, right?"

I believe he'll do his best. I just don't know if it'll be enough.

"Yes, Daddy," I agree.

Vik's blue eyes get so dark they almost look black. He slams into me, forcing his knot inside me. We both moan.

My body easily accommodates his throbbing knot and it swells in response, locking us together. He growls into the kiss as his tongue slides around mine.

I wonder if someone like me is capable of feeling love, or this is just that crazy rush of endorphins women get from getting really exceptionally good dick.

Maybe it's the feeling of safety I get whenever he's around.

Whatever it is, it's extremely dangerous to my heart, but I know it can't last. I won't put the people here at risk. If my father demands I come home, I'll have to go. If I don't he'll definitely send someone to retrieve me, and it's not worth the chance someone might get hurt.

Didn't he listen to anything I said?

"It's okay," Vik says, pulling me back to the present. He scoots closer and gently moves me into his lap.

I think maybe I'm having a panic attack?

I don't know.

All I do know is…

"We have to leave. Ohmigod, Evie'spregnant. We need to warn them, too. Did you listen to anything I said?"

"Evie's pack is completely capable of keeping her safe," Vik murmurs against my cheek as he nuzzles his face to mine. "Murphy knows as much about your father and the situation as I do. Do you think they'd give me so much time off without good reason?"

"You don't understand," I snap. "He's playing with all of us. If he let you come back alive, then there's some reason for it."

"Oh, princess," Vik says, holding me close. "I know that to you, he's the big bad. To men like me, Wolfe, Murphy, hell even Luke and Castro, Markov Androff is a small fish in a big pond."

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