Page 53 of The Nanny

“Keir,” I sigh against his lips. “What has gotten into you?”

“Nothing. I’m just taking care of my good girl the only way I know how.” He takes my lower lip between his teeth and tugs, swift and hard.

“Keir…” I say, a warning edge to my voice.

“Ella, sweetheart. Don’t make me punish you, little girl.”

His growl sends shivers through my body and my nails dig into his chest. Slowly my eyes lift to meet his penetrating gaze, and what I find there makes me pause.

The familiar arrogance has lifted slightly, and a hint of vulnerability is there. “I want what you want, Keir.”

My hands trail to the buttons on his shirt and slowly I slip them open one by one. He hisses and sucks in a long breath.

“Fuck, darling.” His grip is firm on my hips, but when I open his shirt, a slight tremble rolls through him. “I need you, Ella. Your soft skin, your quiet moans, the way you make me feel… You’re a fucking drug and I am fucking addicted to you. Why do I feel this way?”

“I want you too,” I admit, my voice soft. “Sometimes I think you’ve enchanted me.”

Leaning forward, I press my lips to his neck, just over the spot where I can see his pulse beating strongly beneath his warm skin.

I don’t know how long this softer, gentler Keir will stick around, just as I’m not sure I want him to. There’s something deliciously appealing about the darker, dirtier side that he presents to the world.

“Keir—” I start.

A strangled groan escapes him seconds before he rips my hands away from him. He frog marches me out of the elevator, bursting through the front door of the penthouse suite. He drops to his knees in the living room, staring up at me with a truly terrifying expression.

Keir moves on his knees in front of me, yanking my dress up and pulling it off in such haste that it gets tangled around my wrists.

“Fucking be still,” he commands with a fierce glare.

Keir yanks on a chair leg and brings it closer, then he kneels down and pushes my ass to the edge of the chair. He forces my legs open and I cry out, but he silences me.

“Shh. Haven’t I always made you feel good, sweetheart? Don’t you trust me?”

I close my mouth, my eyes wide, and gulp. “Yes…”

“I’m going to make sure that we both come, darling.” In the next second, his softly spoken words are belied by his brutal grip on my hips. He rips my panties down my legs, forces my knees wide open, and puts his mouth on my slit.

“Fuck!” I cry, unable to do anything but watch. Keir is a man possessed, seeming to know just what he wants.

What he wants is me.

He moans as he tastes my dripping pussy, lapping up every drop that is escaping me. He takes no mercy on me, driving his tongue into me, holding my legs open with his large hands.

“Oh my god, yes,” I breathe, my fingers reaching to tangle in his hair, but he stops me with one hand on my wrists.

“Don’t,” he warns, not moving his mouth from my pussy.

Keir dives back in, his fingers joining his mouth. Somehow, he manages to slide three of his thick fingers into my slick pussy, stretching me almost to the point of pain. But my discomfort quickly morphs to pure pleasure as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Oh god,” I pant. I plunge my fingers into the thickness of his dark hair, pressing his head closer. “Fuck yes. Fuck!”

I throw my head back, thrusting my hips in time with Keir’s naughty fingers. Feeling shameless and wanton, I cry out again.

He sucks harder, his tongue greedily licking. In the deepest part of my being, I feel the orgasm building. But it isn’t until he slides his free hand around to form a V around my clit that the combination of sensations has me chanting his name like a prayer.

The entire time I cascade over the edge into my release he doesn’t let up, not stopping his assault until I’m a shaking mess, slumped back on the chair. Only then does he slide his fingers out, and when he captures my hazy gaze, he licks his fingers one by one.

“Come.”

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