Page 96 of The Kingpin's Call Girl

“But… your men.” I wrench against his hold to dislodge the mask.

His lips brush my ear, teasing, taunting. “Ah. Would thebarbarian fuck the young princess in front of his men? Is that what you’re asking?”

“W-what?”

His mouth claims my nipple through my thin nightshirt, and my body bows under the sensation.

“Just tell me if we’re alone,” I gasp.

He hums against my skin. “Your roommate seems to have won a trip. Pretty amazing.”

My stomach drops. Luka arranged for Odetta’s boyfriend to win the trip? Just to get me alone?

“And yes,” he continues, pulling my pants and panties off. “My men are all around the bed, watching me defile you. They’re dirty and brutish, dressed in furs. Some still carry their weapons from battle.”

It takes me a second to get what he’s doing—showing me he knows all about what I study.

Calloused palms slide over my hips, drinking in bare skin. “Their eyes all fixed on the princess who thought herself above them.”

Images flood my mind of rough men watching from the shadows as I’m devoured by a brute of a man.

“Drinking in the sight of your utter submission.”

“What the fuck,” I whisper.

“Enough.” Strong hands flip me onto my stomach, baring just my ass, and then—a wicked slap. The sound cracks through the air, sharp as my gasp. Pleasure slices through me.

This game feels wild. Dangerous.

He jerks up my hips so my ass is in the air. “They’re watching me take the innocent princess, their hungry eyes tracing over all this soft skin.”

I imagine their fists wrapped around crude weapons, knuckles white with tension, eyes burning. Heat pools between my thighs.

His fingers slide through my wetness, teasing, torturing. And then he’s gone, and there’s nothing. Just emptiness.

Come back.

“They know that only I get to have you.” Another slap. “The sacred ritual of claiming royal bloodlines.”

The scholar in me wants to correct his historical inaccuracy, but then he reaches around and twists one of my nipples, and all facts dissolve into the air. There’s only his hot breath against my ear and his achingly male scent.

“They’re barely civilized. None of us are civilized. We take what we want. When I see a princess as pure as you, I need her hard and brutal.”

I slide my palms over the cool sheets and then squeeze wads of it in my fists. Waiting. For him.

Is this really happening? It’s so wrong... and so hot.

Cool air brushes my back as he pulls away. “Don’t move.”

I couldn’t if I tried.

More like Iwouldn’t.

A belt buckle clanks. Fabric rustles.

My breath stutters as strong hands rip my sleep pants all the way off me.

He pushes apart my legs, and the thick head of his cock presses against my entrance, teasing, testing, but not pushing inside.

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