Brutal Prince (Brutal Birthright)

His arm is wrapped tightly around me. He’s still thrusting into me, deeper and deeper. He leans over and growls in my ear, “Are you going to be a good girl, Aida? My good little wife?”

I’m whimpering, almost begging. But I don’t want to say it. Goddamn him, I don’t want to say it!

“Tell me,” Callum croons. “Tell me you’ll be a good girl.”

No way.

I’m not gonna do it.

I’m totally going to do it.

Squeezing my eyes tight shut, I nod my head.

Callum presses hard against my clit. He rubs me in time with his thrusts, just in the right spot, just the right way to make me accelerate through the stratosphere.

Blast off. We’ve left the planet, ladies and gentlemen, it’s pure flaming stars up here.

I’m floating, flying, zooming at a million miles away, experiencing a kind of pleasure that I’ve never even imagined before. Hard, fast, endless.

I lose all sense of what Callum is doing. I’m just gone.

I don’t come back to earth until Callum pulls me into his arms, wrapping them tightly around my

body.

He’s taken off the gag and the makeshift handcuffs.

I’m laying naked on his chest, all his clothes stripped off, too.

My body is rising and falling with the rhythm of his breaths. His chin nestles against my temple.

His breathing is steady and peaceful. His arms are warm and gentle around me. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt his body this relaxed. I’ve seen him stiff and controlled, but never calm.

“Did you get there, too?” I ask him, after a minute.

He kisses the side of my head.

“Of course.”

“That was . . .”

What, exactly? Insane? Shocking? Confusing? Breathtaking? Unforgettable?

“I know,” Callum says.

There’s a long pause, and then I can’t help asking, “Have you ever done that before?”

Another long pause, in which I think he won’t answer.

Then, finally, he says, “Not like that.”

Dear lord.

I’m a pretty opinionated girl. I thought I knew what I liked and what I didn’t like.

But I might have just discovered a whole new category . . .

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