Page 72 of Knot Their Arrangement

Kieran extends his hand, offering it to me, his touch warm and grounding.

I take it, letting him help me up, but before I can fully find my balance, Damon has me in his grasp. A gasp escapes me as he presses me against him, his body firm, unyielding. The heat radiating from his skin seeps into mine, making me hyper-aware of every sensation, every inch of contact between us.

His breath is warm against my ear as he leans in, voice low and teasing.

"What’s your preference, mia principessa?"

A shiver dances down my spine.

"Preference?"

Damon’s fingers ghost down my side, his free hand sliding up to cup my breast, squeezing just enough to draw a moan from my lips.

"Rough or soft? Fast or slow?"

My breath hitches as his cock, already hard, rubs against my ass cheek, the sheer size of him making my mind race with wicked thoughts.

A loud moan betrays me at the idea of something so forbidden, so unexplored, and my hips press back instinctively.

Damon growls, a deep, rumbling sound of approval. He nestles his face against the nape of my neck, his lips ghosting over my skin.

"Be careful, mia principessa," he warns, his voice strained with restraint. "I can’t control myself if you’re taunting me so close to the edge."

I inhale sharply, tilting my head to give him more access to my neck.

"I thought you said you had control of any environment."

His smirk is felt more than seen as he trails his tongue along the side of my neck, flicking my earlobe once more before his fingers pinch my nipple. The sharp sting sends another jolt of pleasure straight between my legs, and I whimper, torn between the delicious pain and the overwhelming pleasure.

"You’re right," Damon murmurs against my skin, his voice like silk and sin. "But the funny thing about you? You don’t seem to like aligning with my control."

A slow smile tugs at my lips, and I turn my head enough to meet his eyes, heavy with desire.

"Maybe that means I should be punished for breaking the rules."

His pupils darken, his grip on my waist tightening just enough to make me feel owned.

"A slow, torturous punishment?" His tone drips with dark amusement, but I can sense the anticipation beneath it, the way he’s already mapping out exactly how he wants to claim me.

I bite my lip, excitement thrumming through me.

"I can agree to those terms…but only if you spank me at least once."

Damon chuckles, the sound a mix of mischief and hunger. He kisses my cheek, his lips brushing my skin as he whispers.

"As long as you call me Daddy and be a good little girl for me."

Heat rushes to my face, but the thrill is undeniable.

"Fuck yes."

I’ve surely lost my mind.

Our lips crash together, the kiss desperate, claiming, a promise of what’s to come. Damon’s fingers dig into my hips, his need barely restrained, while Kieran groans from behind us.

"As hot as this is," Kieran drawls, voice thick with amusement and arousal, "the two of you better start fucking before I lose my mind. All this chemistry is making me horny as fuck, and I want to shoot my shot down our princess’ throat again."

A thrill rushes through me at his words, and I let myself get lost in the promise of what’s about to unfold. I know I’m in for the night of my life.

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