Hunting Beauty (Possessing Beauty 4)

“I know I shouldn’t be here, before you say it.”

“I wasn’t going to,” I said quietly.

“You think I should be here? Princess, beyond the fact that I’m twice your damn age, I fucking work for your father.”

I swallowed thickly, the wrongness of this washing over me so deliciously. “I know you shouldn’t be here, but I want you to be.”

I almost couldn’t believe I’d said it.

His eyes narrowed. “And why is that?”

“Because…” I trailed off, and not because I didn’t know, I just didn’t know how to say it without it sounding silly. This man did something to me. He ignited something inside I’d never felt before, and him even being near me made me feel alive in ways I never had before.

His fingers crept across my skin, and I could feel my breath hitching in my throat.

“Tell me, Princess,” he growled. “Why do you want me to be here, when an innocent little girl like you should be terrified of a man like me?”

One of his hands slid up over my ribs, and I gasped as I moved closer into him.

“Because…” I whimpered.

His hand moved higher, cupping one breast through my bra as his thumb brushed my nipple, making me moan.

“Tell me,” he husked.

“Because you do something to me,” I gasped, pressing my body against his.

“And what do I do to you?” he growled. He knew, and I knew it. But I also loved that he was making me say it out loud. It was so dirty, and possessive, and I loved that.

“You make me feel alive.”

“And?”

“And you make me…” I swallowed, and then moaned as his fingers moved to the top of the cups of my bra. Slowly, he pulled it down, baring my nipples to his hungry eyes. He brought his thumb up to my lips, and I parted them without even thinking. My tongue touched his thumb, teasing it and making him groan before he pulled it back. His hand dropped, and the thumb — wet from my own tongue — circled my nipple.

“You turn me on like nothing ever has,” I gasped, melting into him. “It’s like — I don’t know, it’s like you turn a switch on inside of me, and—”

“And it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before,” he growled.

I nodded, moaning as his thumb swirled over my nipple.

“I know,” he husked. “I know because you do the same damn thing to me.”

Before either of us could say another word, his lips crashed into mine.

I lost myself in that kiss, moaning into his lips as his tongue found mine. His body pressed hard against me, and suddenly, his hands were pulling the bra away from my skin. His lips seared against mine, hungrily claiming my mouth as he reached down and pulled his own shirt up. He tossed it aside, and my pulse skipped a beat as I felt the hard, hot, coiled muscles of a man’s chest against my own for the first time.

His hands scooped me up spinning me and then pressing me against one of the large stone columns that held up the vaulted ceiling of my chambers. I whimpered as his hands slipped down to my ass, grabbing me tight and lifting one leg up to his hip. I could feel that hard, throbbing thickness in his pants pressing right against my tight pussy, my panties soaking through as he ground into me.

A hand traced over me, delving down between us to run a finger over my sticky panties.

“I know you’re a virgin,” he said, almost tenderly this time as his hand stroked me and made me moan. “I know that, and I won’t just take you, here, like this.”

His lips fastened to my neck, making me gasp as he bit and sucked his way to my ear. His fingers curled under the front of my little panties, pulling them tight.

“But I am going to make you come.”

I gasped as he suddenly pulled, yanking the lace panties down my thighs in one quick motion. Instantly, his hand was back between my legs, and this time I cried out as his powerful hand cupped my delicate, slippery folds. One big finger curled up, stroking between my lips up to my clit. I moaned loudly, stars dotting my vision as he rolled my little pearl with his finger, his lips still on my neck.

One of his hands moved to his own pants, and this time, I shivered as he started to undo his belt and the top button. I whimpered, scared and yet hungry for this as he slowly undid the zipper and pushed them down. The front of his black briefs tented obscenely, throbbing and twitching and barely holding back his cock. My eyes went wide at the sight of that bulge, at how huge it was.

“Reach inside, Princess,” he growled. “It’s yours to take.”