Page 82 of Nanny and the Beast

“You’re so tight and wet for me. It’s like you want to be railed by someone who has no business lusting after you.” He pulls his finger out and shoves it back inside me.

I feel something tear inside me. He freezes on top of me and then looks down between us.

“Jesus Christ,” he says. “Are you a virgin?”

I nod, not trusting myself to speak right now.

“Leave,” he says.

He’s still pinning me in place with his large body. He doesn’t move to get off me. I don’t move to escape him.

Both of us stay right where we are.

Our eyes lock.

And once again, I get the strangest feeling that we’ve done this a thousand times before. The connection we share feels far deeper than the few days we’ve spent in each other’s company.

It doesn’t make any sense in my mind, but it makes complete sense to the rest of me.

“I want it,” I say. “I want you.”

He pulls his finger out. There’s a tinge of pink from where he partially ripped through my virginity. He stares at my parted flesh for a few seconds before dragging his eyes up to my face.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, girl,” he says. “Get out of my room. Now.”

Heat rises up my cheeks. He lifts his body off mine, balancing himself on one arm and allowing me to roll out of bed.

I don’t want to leave, though. A yearning has formed deep inside me, and it demands to be satiated.

I place my fingertips against the center of his chest.

There are so many things I want to ask him. I want to ask what his nightmare was about. I want to know what haunts his head. I want to know what his skin tastes like.

“Get the hell out,” he screams.

I tie my robe around my waist and jump to my feet. I sneak a glance back at him, but he’s not watching me. For some inexplicable reason, the sight of him in bed tugs on my heartstrings.

I get the feeling that he needs someone more than ever right now.

He shoots me a withering glare.

“Don’t ever come back in here again,” he says. “No matter what you hear, don’t leave your room again at night. Lock the door and keep yourself safe.”

He ignited this fire inside me tonight. And I don’t know how to put it out.

“Do you understand?” he asks through gritted teeth.

I nod.

“I want to hear you say it,” he says.

“I understand,” I whisper.

“Good. We shall never speak of this again,” he says.

Message received.

I quickly leave the room and close the door behind me. The air in the corridor is sobering, bringing me back to reality. I can’t believe how desperate I was for his touch.

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