Page 49 of Prince Charming

“Wanna make you feel crazy good all the time, Anna. Make those goddamn dancer’s legs shake.” She said something in Russian. The words puffed out of lax lips and Tag chuckled.

“I don’t know what to say to that.” She breathed against the thumb he’d taken to stroke over her lips.

Was she aware she was caressing it?

His cock begged for freedom, but that fucker had to calm down. There was no fun with it tonight, not until he got home and stroked a massive one out to relieve himself. Tag and his hand were the only action he was seeing lately because of her. He hadn’t jerked off like a fiend since he discovered how good his dick felt decades ago.

“You are so… masculine.”

For fuck’s sake. Why didn’t she just compliment his colossal dick and kill him outright?

Tag’s grunt came from a place of want, dropping his forehead to hers, dying to kiss her again, wanting her little tongue shyly finding his.

All in good time. He could be patient, he was finding.

What an unfound treasure she was.

“Let’s go home, darlin’. You gonna make me dinner?”

All tension tumbled from her face as she scoffed that little puff of air he loved hearing from her.

“Yes, I will feed you, biker.”

He smirked at the silky quality to her accent. It grew thicker when she was flustered and turned on “Let me close up, meet me out front.”

She was waiting by the door for him when he got outside. He set the alarm for the building and locked up. He didn’t wait for an invitation, reaching down for her hand, he curled his around her fingers. The only hesitation she gave him was when they were in front of his Harley.

“Where is the truck?”

“I only use the Raptor when it snows hard.”

And he wanted her on the back of his bike.

Wanted to feel her thighs bracketing his body and her nails digging into his stomach while trusting him to power the big machine.

“It’s safe, darlin’, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

“I’ve always wanted to ride on the back of a big motorcycle like this ever since I watched a movie in my teens.” She grinned impishly, and Tag’s stomach caved in. He moved fast, cupped her around the back of her neck, making sure she got the message he was gonna be touching her a lot. “You should have said months ago, I’ll always take you out on my bike whenever you want to.”

“Let us go then, bossy Prince Charming.” He clipped his helmet under her chin. Before he helped her swing her leg over, she turned, assessing him. “Are you sure you are only twenty-nine?”

A smirk edged up his lip. “Last time I checked, I was. Why?”

“The way you like to boss me around, you act older.”

She said something in Russian, brow furrowed, then pulled out her phone and spoke into a translator app. The robotic voice spat out the English. “Dominant.”

Was he? Not before now.

He’d always associated dominance with sex, and sure, he’d had rough sex and kinky sex in his time. He’d done bondage—them, not him, whatever the women needed to get off. But until Marianna, he hadn’t thought of himself that way.

Maybe it took the right woman to bring it out in him.

Either way, she got off on it. Her reactions were his currency and as long as she liked his ways, he’d continue.

“I’ll share a secret, Marianna.” He said once he swung a leg over the seat. Satisfaction poured over his head to feel her scooching forward until her crotch cradled his butt.

Head turned; he met her eyes. “I do that shit for you. Noticed early on how you responded to me. Do I enjoy being in charge? With you, yeah, I do. Pushing you out of your comfort zone, yeah. The minute it doesn’t work for you, you let me know, okay?”

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