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Her scandalized tone made him even harder. Vladya vibrated with how hard he was struggling.

“I know. But I want you anyway. Ihaveto take you.” He turned and roared. “Get out. Now!”

The room exploded into chaos—shuffling footsteps, hushed gasps, the sharp slam of the door as the last person fled.

In a blur, he turned her toward the shelf, hiked her dress up, and tore her underthings until her perfect ass was bare. He kicked her legs apart, bending her forward. “Hold on to the shelf,” he growled. “Hold tight.”

Then he lined himself up, nudged her entrance—and slammed into her.

Chapter forty

THE GREATER DEVIL

AekeiracriedoutasVladya buried himself to the hilt, her body clenching around him like a vise. That warm, tight heat sucked him right in like a portal. Fuck, she was wet.Thank the gods.Patience was a luxury he’d burn for her later; but now he just wanted to fuck—and fuck hard. To claim. To brand himself so deep into her, even hismindwould finally believe she was safe.

He dragged his cock out slowly—just to watch her shudder—before slamming back in. The shelf rattled as Aekeira gripped it hard, his good girl. The slap of skin, her panting, her wetness…fuck.

Gentle.Remember, you have to go gentle.Deities, that was hard.

He nipped her ear. “You want me to go gentle, sweetling?”

“Th-this is okay—”

Thank the gods.Relief was sharp as lust. He drove deeper, savoring the way her walls fluttered around him. “My little princess is dripping.” He kissed the salt from her shoulder. “Ican hear it—your moisture dripping to our feet. You love taking my cock that much?”

“Y-yes.”

“Of course you do.” His thumb dug into her hip. “So much you're messing up the library floors.”

The shameful little whimper of lust and mortification was music to his ears. She pressed her forehead to the book spines, hiding her undoubtedly flushed face, even as her hips moved back to meet him.

“None of that. Be a good princess and relax.” He held her hips still, his moving forward repeatedly to meet hers. “Just keep still and take it obediently.”

“Vla-Vladya,” she mewled.

“Yes, princess mine?”

“Someone—someone could walk in—”

“I know. That’s why your body’s clenching like a fist.” Another kiss to her shoulder. “You’re drenching the whole gods-damned archive with your musk, embarrassed at the thought of being caught. Your scent is thick… choking, because someone could walk in and see the elegant princess with her clothes bunched around her hips, impaled on Her Majesty’s dick in a public library—and she’s loving every moment of it.”

A sob tangled in her moan.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.His body curved over hers like a dragon hoarding treasure. “Worry not, my pretty whore,” he breathed into her ear. “If anyone dares walk in here and see you like this, I will gouge their eyes out and feed it to them.” A growl. “The chief librarian’s standing guard just outside that door to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“H-he can hear us?!” she cried out.

The wet slap of their bodies answered first. “Oh yes. Let him hear how well I fuck you, how good I make my woman feel. Let himchokeon it.”

“Vladya…!” She tried to burrow into the shelves as if the books could swallow her whole.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against her skin as she clenched around him, pulling a groan from his chest. “Fuck, you feel too good.”

He shifted the angle he had been avoiding to prolong the moment, stimulating all her pleasure zones. She was crying out, moaning loudly. He loved every sound she made, but still… he couldn’t resist riling her further.

“Shh,” his tongue traced the curve of her neck. “You might want to keep it quiet. Unless you want the whole kingdom to hear how well you take me.”

Muffled cries followed—she was biting her lips, trying so hard to stay quiet. More obscene, wet sounds echoed beneath them as slick dripped to the floor.

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