Page 120 of Ready For His Rule

So on fire…

Her folds weeping…

Her clit needing…

“Yeah.” His growl morphed into an actual word in her ear, making her realize where her own fingers had strayed of their own instinct. “That’s good, kitten. Stroke your clit. We’re going to do it together.”

For the first time since she’d balked on him outside the kink theater, a frisson of hesitation snuck in. No. Worse. She was…embarrassed. Franz surely felt that too, since her blush did its usual global takeover from her neck up, but the cadence of his heated breaths didn’t falter by one beat. Instead, the wicked, wicked man slipped his long, long fingers down, pressing them atop hers…then helping her circle them in and up, massaging her most tender button with brazen surety…

“Together.”

His echo was a rasp of lightning in her senses.

His fingers were the masters of lightning on her clit.

His cock was the bearer of lightning inside her body.

Her senses could no longer fight the storm. She let it jolt her. Singe her. Claim her.

Incinerate her.

“Fuck. Fuck!”

“Yeah, kitten. Yeah.”

“No,” she protested. “No. I—this—I’ll never…”

Survive this.

Survive you.

I’ll never surviveyou, John Franzen.

Especially if the orgasm was what his fingers already promised…

“You can, wildcat. And you will.”

“I—I—”

“Let it come, Tracy. Fuck, how I want to go off inside you, ku’uipo. You feel me? That come already at the tip of my dick? There’s more than that. So much more…I promise. I’m going to give it to you…right here, in your naughtiest hole, kitten. I’m going to fuck my come into your ass, and you’re going to take it, and you’re going to love it…and you’re going to scream…”

And she did.

As she’d never screamed before.

As she’d never come before.

Taking all of him, just as he’d promised. Loving it, also just as he’d promised.

But still not certain he’d made good on the other part.

Had she survived?

Did she even want to?

Or was surviving John Franzen just another one of the delusions she kept feeding herself lately? Yeah, like the one about returning to DC as the same woman who’d left last week. Or the real crackerjack, where she tried to determine the exact moment he started rewiring every circuit in her soul—only to realize it was a trick puzzle, because the answer was too damn simple.

From the moment he first laid eyes on her, the damn dragon started changing her.

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