Page 133 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

Nothing. I was saying nothing. I was justneeding.

I shook my head, nose brushing over his and clawed at his arm to make him continue.

“There she is, my needy little slut, so eager to spread her legs for me.”

He delved his fingers back into me, and hit that spot that made my pussy tighten, and my stomach cramp, and my spine arch. The fire washed over me, burned my skin and singed my bones. I moaned and I thrashed, and I dropped over the deliciously painful edge, letting the fire consume me whole.

“The way you come… it’s fucking addicting.” Victor gently leaned his hips sideways to keep my shaking legs spread as he freed his hand. I jerked with each knuckle slipping from my tender opening.

“Kiss me,” I croaked, “please.”

Victor must have heard the small hitch in my voice. He shifted his weight, leaning onto the arm he’d just had between our bodies, and using his clean hand to smooth my bangs from my face. “Need a break?”

I shook my head. “Just a kiss.”

This time, his mouth was careful. His lips teased mine, letting me open for him at my own pace. With my eyes closed, I savored the taste and the slow caress of his tongue.

He was home and he was mine and he made me feel alive.

My stomach cramped again, this time not from climaxing, but with a loud rumble. “Ow.” I grimaced.

“I think you do need a break,” Victor chuckled and tried to lean back, but I kept my hold on him firm.

“I can eat later,” I said, but my stomach let out another gurgle, gnawing at itself.

“Up you go.” Two strong arms wrapped around my back and lifted me off the mattress. I yelped, barely reacting fast enough to wrap my legs around Victor’s waist before he started walking.

“I’m naked!”

“Yes.”

“It’s a shared household. Sock-on-the-door kind of rules.”

“Not really,” he said and started jogging down the stairs like it was nothing, “Del is practically living with Beckett, and Irina is gone. It’s just you and me now.”

“Okay but- we can’t just- that’s not how-” I had never left my room naked. Potentially as a toddler, running away from diapers. Then again, I’d also never lived in a house without staff. “Do you want me to pay you?”

“For the sex?” Victor set me down on the cold kitchen counter. “No, that comes free with the marriage license.”

“We’re not married yet.”

“Fine, you can pay me for all the sex we have before we get married, but not after.” He opened the fridge, closed it again, shook his head, then reopened it and started going through the contents with careful hands.

“On paper, you’re still my employee, but we’re a couple now, and that’s weird and complicated.”

“Okay, I quit.” Victor spread out everything he needed to make sandwiches on the counter beside me. “It’s not complicated.”

“Okay, but still. Obviously everything that’s mine is going to be yours someday, but what about until then? Do you want a credit card? Pocket money?”

“I don’t need your money.”

“Victor, will you let me take care of you please?”

“You can always take care of me.” He leaned over to press a quick kiss to my shoulder. “But I don’t need your money. Luka cleared my uncle’s accounts before leaving. He transferred every cent I made in the octagon over the years. Fighting and winning against Silver in my comeback year would have been enough to retire on. You’re marrying a filthy rich man, Cordelia Montgomery.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t tell me you only like your men poor.”

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