Page 54 of King of Temptation

“Oh, fuck. Brody.” Fingers tangled in his hair, the slight pain anchoring him as he pulled her clit between his lips and sucked gently at the swollen nub. “God. Daddy.”

Releasing her, he looked up, grinning as he continued fucking her with his fingers. “That’s a hell of a lineup, babygirl.”

It took a moment for his words to register. A long, delightfully confused moment as she stared down at him before she snorted out a laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself, O’Rourke.”

“Mmm.” Leaning in again, he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her upper thigh, drawing a shocked cry from his little menace as she bucked against his hand. “Careful, little girl. Being sassy gets you punished. It doesn’t get you orgasms.”

“If that’s the case I’ll probably never get another orgasm again.”

Because she had a point, he couldn’t help but laugh. And fuck it felt good to let it rumble through his chest as he watched the bratty smirk curve her lips. “Lucky for you, I’m feeling generous. But I can just as easily switch this up to a punishment fuck if you keep it up.”

“What’s a punishment—fuck!”

He distracted her by giving her clit another hard suck, and her fingers tangled in his hair again, holding him in place as her hips rolled, her body desperately seeking the pleasure he could give her.

Only him. Because she was his, whether she wanted to be or not. Nearly losing her tonight had crystallized that fact with heart-shattering clarity. Even then, he’d tried to resist, to talk himself out of claiming her. But then she’d stepped into his shower, called him Daddy in that sweet, pleading tone, and he was lost.

And because she was his, he took his time. Savoring the taste of her, drinking in her shocked gasps and needy whines as he feasted on every inch of her sweet pussy. He drew out her pleasure, taking her to the edge, to where she was trembling and gasping and begging for more before he backed off just enough to have her sobbing and cursing his name.

He lost track of how many times he brought her to that cliff’s edge before he finally let her fly. Fingers gripping his hair so tightly the pain lanced through his skull she bucked against his mouth, her screams echoing off the tile, just as he’d commanded.

When he’d finally ate his fill, he rose to his feet, hauling her boneless form up into his arms as his aching cock pressed against her entrance. “That was fucking beautiful,” he murmured in her ear, pushing inside her with agonizing slowness. “Are you going to be my good girl and take all of me now, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whined, burying her face in his shoulder as he moved within her with slow, shallow strokes. “Please… I need… I need…”

“What, baby? Tell Daddy what you need.”

Lifting her head, she met his gaze, her golden eyes suddenly burning with awareness. “You. Just you.”

Three words. Three little words, and they managed to snap the tenuous hold he had on his self-control. Capturing her lips, he swallowed her shocked cry as he drove into her, fucking her up against the wall of his shower with no sense of polish or finesse. Just the desperate need to claim what was rightfully his.

“Again,” he growled against her lips. “I want to feel you when you come.”

“C-can’t. Too much. Please.”

Her whining pleas only fed the monster inside him. The thing hellbent on claiming her, on demanding more of her than she thought she could give until she fully understood what it meant to be owned by him.

“You will.” Her cry of pain echoed around him as he bit her shoulder, anchoring himself there while he fucked her with a mindless ferocity. Releasing her, he laved at the marks with his tongue, soothing the ache even as he continued laying claim to the rest of her. “You’re my good fucking girl and you’re going to give me everything, Marigold. Every goddamn piece of you. Now.”

At his growled command, she shattered again, her walls contracting around him so tightly his vision went gray at the edges while her cries echoed in his ears. Burying himself inside her, he held there, letting her milk his cock as he poured into her, pleasure so acute it bordered on pain raking down his nerves.

For a long while they stood there, locked together, her face buried in his neck while he struggled for breath. When he could finally draw air into his lungs without them burning, he gently lowered her to her feet, taking hold of her arms when she swayed.

“Careful, menace,” he admonished with a quiet laugh. “Naomi will be pissed if I have to call her back here because you fell and busted your head on the tile.”

Goldie grinned up at him, her smile sloppy and satisfied. “I like her. She’s nice.”

Chuckling, he shook his head as he soaped up a washcloth to rub over her skin. The water was starting to cool and he wanted to get them both out of there before it turned freezing. “You like her because you haven’t seen how mean she can get.”

“Aw, I can’t imagine her being mean.”

“Ferocious,” he assured her. “Reagan is the only one brave enough to piss her off, but I’m pretty sure that’s just her version of foreplay.”

Eyes more focused now, she let out a soft hum. “I think Naomi has a thing for Reagan too. It’s adorable. Cliché as fuck, but adorable.”

Flipping the water off, he guided her out of the shower and grabbed a towel to dry her. “Don’t let Reagan hear you say it’s clichéd. She’s even scarier than Naomi when she’s pissed.”

“Well it is,” Goldie insisted as he toweled himself off. “The mob boss and the doctor? Classic romance novel setup.”