Page 114 of Nanny and the Beast

We hear the sound of retreating footsteps as Helena walks away. My cheeks burn with mortification. If we can hear her, she surely must have heard us too.

I’m about to sit up, but he pins me in place with his hips.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks. “I wasn’t done with you yet.”

“But—”

“Keep these pretty thighs open until I get what I want,” he orders, massaging my inner thighs.

There’s chaos in my mind, but my body starts to relax under his touch. It’s the strangest thing—it’s like he has a hold over my nervous system. He can calm me down with a simple touch.

“Don’t get all shy with me now,” he says, cupping my breast in his hand. “You’re not leaving this room without taking my come inside you.”

The walls of my pussy contract around him, betraying me.

“Fuck, little girl,” he says. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get even tighter.”

I shift underneath him. The weight of his body feels so good on top of me. It feels like a home that will protect me from everything that seeks to harm me.

“What if she comes back?” I ask.

“You’ll just have to be really quiet while I take what I need from you,” he says. “You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

His hand wraps around my throat. His thumb comes to rest on the center of my bottom lip.

I feel him getting bigger inside me.

“These fucking lips,” he says, pushing his thumb inside my mouth. “Everything about you drives me crazy, Emma. Every little detail is designed purely to torture me.”

I glance at the door and shimmy my hips against him.

“I’ll just put the tip in tonight,” he says. “I think I’ll die if I don’t come inside you right now.”

His body is pure power. He fucks me with shallow thrusts, filling me with the tip of his cock over and over again. It already feels like it’s too much. I don’t know how I’ll be able to handle all of him.

The muscles of his neck are tense. He’s trying to hold back.

I touch his face, running my fingers over his thick stubble.He keeps telling me that he likes the way I smell, but I’m obsessed with his scent too. It’s mahogany and sandalwood and justhim.

There’s so much that I want to say, but I’m afraid of ruining the moment.

“I don’t understand why this feels soright,” he says, stealing the words from my mouth. “I can’t stand to touch anyone else, but I can’t stand tonottouch you.”

His eyes are glazed.

He never really made his physical attraction toward me a secret, but there’s so much more between us. It’s a bond unlike anything I've ever felt before.

I realize that it’s trust.

I trust Klaus Sinclair, the brooding billionaire with a million secrets.

It’s the only reason I’m able to give in to him so completely. It’s the reason I wouldn’t mind being owned by him.

“What witchery have you done to me, Emma?” he asks.

“You’re the one with the secret herbs and potions,” I reply.

The corners of his lips twitch in amusement. I tug on his beard until he leans down and puts his mouth on mine. We’re kissing again. It makes me feel restless and achy everywhere.

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