Page 111 of Nanny and the Beast

It’s a simple contact. His hand over my waist. But it’s more intense than anything I ever felt.

“There’s no God coming to save you now, Emma,” he says, brushing his lips against my ear. “You’re all mine now.”

My heart gallops in my ribcage.

“I gave you a chance to run, but you wanted to stay,” he says. His hand clasps the hem of my nightgown and drags it up my thighs. “Is this what you were waiting for, little girl?”

His hand brushes against my hipbone. I realize that he’s waiting for permission.

I drop my head against his chest on an exhale.

For once in my life, I surrender to the moment. I don’t know what the future will bring, but I’m not thinking about that right now. I let the night completely own me.

“You should have just said so,” he says, moving his hand between my thighs and cupping my sex from over my panties. “You should have told me that you had a wet little pussy that needed to be taken care of.”

I bite down on my lower lip, stifling a moan.

My body is wedged between the cabinet and his massive form. There’s a mirror before me where I can see our reflections. The sight of the hunger on his face makes me want to abandon every defense.

It makes me want to let him in.

I want him to be the only man who’ll ever touch me. I want to be the only woman who’ll ever touch him.

“I stood no chance,” he says. “Look at you. You’re a ripe little thing that’s begging to be devoured by a man. How could I have ever resisted?”

His large hand grips my panties and rips them until I’m bare for him.

“Is this all for me, little girl?” he asks.

I free fall. There’s no land in sight. I’m already past the point of no return.

He grabs my hair and forces me to meet his eyes in the mirror. As our eyes lock, his index finger slices through my folds, exploring all of me. I gasp when his finger touches my swollen clit.

“I should be punishing you for walking around with a wet little pussy.” His fist pulls tighter on my hair.

“Oh God,” I pant, moving my hips against him as he pushes the rough pad of his finger against my entrance.

“You disobey every order I give you. You torment me with every breath you take. You’re going to be the end of me, aren’t you?” he says. “You’re going to be the reason I finally snap.”

His free hand closes over my breast.

“Look at how perfectly you fit me,” he says, squeezing me. “It’s almost like you were made just for me.”

He pushes the material of my nightgown out of the way until I’m bare for him. There’s nothing but moonlight on my skin, but the way he’s looking at me makes me feel like I’ve never looked more beautiful in my life.

“I know you’re not going to stop teasing me until I pop this little cherry,” he says, tapping my entrance with his finger. “You’ll be taking care of the kids during the day. But when night falls, you’ll be coming to my room to take care of my aching cock.”

A thrill runs through me. I jerk against his hold, my chest heaving with every sinful word that leaves his mouth.

“God help me, you like the idea of that, don’t you?” His mouth is against my temple, his words meant only for my ears. “Do you want to be my dirty little slut, Emma?”

He pinches my nipple, making me see shooting stars behind my eyelids.

“I don’t think I’m capable of being gentle with you,” he says, playing with my clit. “I’m going to take whatever I want from you. I’m going to chew you up and spit you out.”

“I want that,” I whisper. “I’ll take everything you want to give me.”

Desperation and lust build like a volcano inside me. I want so much more from this man than his touch. I want him inside me.

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