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“Sir!” She turned and looked at me, her face flushed nearly as bright pink as her punished bottom. “I can’t believe you would speak with such, um, base language.”
“Why? Because I used to be a male of the gods?”
She nodded.
“I’m just a male now, Natalee. A male who wants you. A male who doesn’t care about how polite society thinks he should talk or behave anymore. Nowask me.”
“All right. Um, please, sir. Will you please lick my quim?” She spoke the last few words in a whisper.
“What else?” I prompted, pinching her clit as I raised an eyebrow at her in censure. If I had to spank her again to ensure her continued obedience, I wouldn’t hesitate.
“And will you please, um, run your tongue all over m-my cl-clit?” Again, the last few words came out in a whisper.
Though she worked at The Sweet Siren, she wasn’t yet used to speaking in such base language either. Well, if I had anything to say about it, she would only be using such language in my presence. And I damn well had a lot to say about it.
Before the night ended, Natalie would belong to me.
“Get back on the bed, spread your legs, and put your hands above your head, human female.” I removed my hand from her quim and urged her toward the bed.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed, tucking an errant curl that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear as she moved into position.
When she first sat atop the covers, she winced and squirmed, but she soon laid down and parted her legs to reveal her plump, moist sex to my ravenous gaze. My nostrils flared as I took a deep inhale of her feminine essence.
I wasted no time in joining her on the bed. I dipped my head between her slender thighs and lapped hungrily at her quim, tasting her and paying special attention to the most sensitive part of her—the little swollen bud that protruded from her wet folds.
She undulated slightly against my mouth, but she kept her hands in place above her head. Her obedience pleased me. Circling her clit with my tongue, I continued until she whirled into a frantic state of writhing and moaning. The little desperate moans she emitted drove me wild. When the time to join my body with hers finally came, I doubted I could be gentle if I tried.
“Knot, I… oh my gods!”
I kept at it until her squirming ceased and she lay panting on the bed. I pulled away and settled myself on top of her, but instead of sinking my cock deep into her quim, I leaned down and kissed her.
Hard. Possessively.
After I gradually pulled back, I stared into her beautiful blue gaze and felt as if the pieces of my broken world had finally come together.Wife. The word echoed in my head, and I couldn’t deny the happiness it brought me. She would soon be my wife.
“Natalee,” I whispered, my voice deep with longing. “My sweet Natalee.”
I positioned my cock at her entrance, grasped her hips, then surged all the way inside her tightness with one quick thrust. She grabbed onto me with a gasp, her nails digging into my back.
I withdrew slightly from her center and slammed back inside, unable to treat her gently. Growls emanated from my throat, and I tightened my hold on her hips. I set a fast pace of pounding her, causing the headboard to bang against the wall with each rapid thrust. The mattress bounced with our movements. Dark spots clouded my vision as my release approached. I held out for as long as I could manage, wanting to prolong this claiming of her, until at last, the exquisite tightness of her quim clamping down on my cock had me erupting into her depths, filling her with torrents of my seed.
CHAPTER10
NATALEE
I snuggledagainst Knot underneath the covers, supposing I should kick him out soon. Though I’d enjoyed every minute of our time together this evening, I couldn’t ignore the fact that he’d paid for it. Just because I’d liked being taken by him didn’t mean it was anything but a business transaction. No sense romanticizing it.
My heart felt heavy.Don’t get sweet on the customers.Stop it, Natalee. Stop it right now.
What was I supposed to say to Knot now?Thank you and have a nice evening?Please get going so I can find another customer to bring upstairs?
I stiffened when he started stroking my back. The awkwardness became unbearable, as did the weight in my heart, and I pushed away from him.
Yes, he’d spent fifty gold pieces on me—a positively outlandish sum—but did he really plan to stay all night? He’d already completed. Surely he wouldn’t remain here until he was ready to go again. Logan had never taken me more than once a night. He had always fallen fast asleep after the act, holding me close in his arms.
Tears burned in my eyes, and I blinked hard, forcing thoughts of my late husband from my mind. I wasn’t Mrs. Natalee Oakbees anymore. I was Julianne. A strumpet at The Sweet Siren. In a few short years, after I earned a large enough amount of money, I could become Mrs. Natalee Oakbees once more and start over again in Jathaway. I would take the secret that I’d worked in a brothel to the grave.
“Well, I think we’re finished here.” I cringed at my uncertain tone. How did I politely transfer from one customer to the next? I hadn’t thought to ask Floura or Madame Sage for that sort of advice.
