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After rolling his knuckles across my thigh, he eased his hand between my legs, rubbing up and down the length of my pussy. Using his foot, he guided my legs apart, allowing him better access.

“My beautiful jewel is my crowning possession, perfect in every way.”

I adored the sound of his voice, the hard thumping of my heart echoing in my ears. Every inch of skin was covered in goosebumps, the light breeze tickling my arms and legs. When he slipped his fingers underneath the thin elastic, I sucked in my breath, issuing a series of scattered whimpers.

“You’re so wet. Are you hungry for your master?”

“Yes.” The admittance was easy, so much so I released one hand from the iron rail, rubbing my palm across his muscular thigh. His cock throbbed against my buttocks, filthy thoughts racing through my mind.

“I’m going to fuck you right here. Right now.”

I shuddered from his tempting words, longing to have his thick shaft thrust inside. He flicked his finger across my clit and within seconds my legs were wobbling.

“I love how you react to my touch,” he murmured then pinched the tender bud between his fingers.

I continued to rub my hand up and down his leg, shifting my hips back and forth to entice him.

“Such a naughty girl.” He issued a series of growls, nipping my earlobe until I cried out in pleasure.

Then he backed away, cracking his hand on my bottom several times, cupping one cheek with his massive hand. When he ripped my panties down my legs, I’d never felt so dirty yet decadent in my life. I widened my legs as much as the panties would allow, taking several gasping breaths when I heard him unfastening his belt.

He was dominant in everything he did, his demand for my full surrender never far from my mind. At this moment, I would give him anything he required, submitting to his darkest needs. He was my savior, my protector, and a man that I couldn’t seem to get my fill of.

When he pressed his cock against my bottom, the skin-to-skin connection drove our chemistry to an entirely different level. I was breathless, arching my back to entice him to fuck me long and hard.

He chuckled darkly, raking his hand down my back then jerking the dress up to my waist. There was no holding back the man or his needs and he plunged the entire length of his shaft into my dripping pussy.

“Oh, God.” The intensity of surreal bliss sent a wave of white-hot heat straight to my core. I could fuck the man for hours until we were both drained and sated.

His body shuddered against mine, his breathing far more labored. I was so wet, the heat building to an incredible precipice. I could never get enough of him.

I shouldn’t be shocked any longer the way my body responded to his. From his powerful hold to his dominating presence, he managed to pull on all the fantasy strings that had previously tethered me to my imagination instead of reality. I tried to focus, to bask in the glory of our location but with every savage stroke, I could barely breathe, my senses on overload.

His actions became even more forceful, driving me into the slender steel keeping us from falling. I felt as if I was flying, finally throwing out my arms, my trust in knowing he’d never let me fall complete.

As a wave of explosive heat and rapture tore through me, my toes tingled from the deliciousness of an orgasm. Before him, it had never been possible. But with the man who’d captured not only my body but the slightest part of my heart, anything could happen.

Enzo ripped at the straps of my dress, yanking the thin material down to expose my breasts, cupping both with such vigor I cried out. There was no escaping the powerful orgasm as it thrashed through me, my entire body on fire. I released ragged moans, certain there were people watching us, indulging in their own moment of sin.

The thought was as sinfully delicious as it was humiliating, but I no longer cared who shared in our moments of passion. I had no ability to replace the need that had wrapped sharp claws around my mind and body, pulling me directly into his filth and domination. The beautiful sweep of lust and longing continued until I was no longer able to feel my legs.

“That’s it, my very good girl. I love how you coat my cock with your juice.”

I threw my hand back, gripping his leg, the scent of the man’s prowess intoxicating.

He pinched my tender nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, jerking me against his chest then lowering his head. “When you go to sleep at night, do you dream of the man who holds your life in his hands? Do you long for his touch to the point you’ll beg for what only he can provide?”

Whether or not the question was rhetorical didn’t matter. I dragged my tongue across my lips, the vibrations of pleasure continuing. “Yes.”

“What you don’t know, my perfect queen, is that with you by my side, the most powerful empire in the world will be created. We will rule as no one has done before, erasing anyone who dares get in our way. And one day, our firstborn son will take his rightful place as king.”

He twisted his hand around my hair, yanking me onto my tiptoes, thrusting even more savagely. It was as if this was the moment the future would be created, our son conceived, our futures secured.

As his body spasmed, the dominating man finally letting go, he filled me with his seed.

Tears slipped past my lashes, the salty beads created from fear and worry. What would he do when he learned his perfect rendering of our life was impossible and that my betrayal would hurt him the most?

CHAPTER 18

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