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I knew, the only satisfaction I’d ever have again, was with her. In her. From her.

Who knows how she got past the lock on her door, but I found the ingenuity fascinating. There was more to this girl than looks or a title or even a brain.

She wasn’t just smart, she was resourceful, and I found myself drawn to her with a force that shocked me. I’d let her have her moment, wondering what she would do when she found me alone and vulnerable. I’d enjoyed it when she climbed up on top of me. I’d even been fascinated by the idea of her wielding a blade, of my life being in her hands. But I couldn’t hold back any longer.

In the low light, with that look in her eye, she looked more beautiful than ever.

Goddamn. That fire, that daring. What a fucking goddess.

But mischievous as hell.

“How the fuck did you get out?” I barked.

She pursed her lips, all sassy and sexy.

“Next time you kidnap someone, you should check their braid for hairpins.” She was smug with her little victory and doubly sexy because of it. A confident woman is the sexiest thing in the world, hands down.

I slowly released her wrist, but she didn’t take her hand away from my cheek. Nor did she move the knife from my throat. Instead, she kept it there, blade to my jugular.

The pressure on the knife increased and I slowed my breathing as I stared into her eyes. It took all my strength to keep my wits. The scent of her cunt was driving me mad. If heaven had a scent, it would be named Valeria.

My dick was hard as the stone pillars outside the front door in an instant…in spite of the blade on my neck.

Sitting on top of me, pinning me to the mattress, she began to grind her hips into mine, rolling her clit against my engorged dick. I was naked under the sheet and the only thing between her sweet cunt and my cock was a few threads of fabric.

It took one hell of a woman to walk that line between danger and pleasure. But she needed to be careful. If she pushed me too far, there would be no turning back.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I growled.

She exhaled slowly, with eyes fluttering as she pleasured herself against me. “You thought you’d kidnap me and keep me locked up like some little jewel, didn’t you?”

She spread her legs further; against my balls, warmth and wetness seeping through the thin sheet. It was her wetness spilling out of her. I wanted to get inside her so badly, I felt it in my fucking bones.

“You have no clue what I wanted to do, Princess.”

“Stop calling me that,” she snapped, setting her teeth in anger and sucking in her belly as she pulled herself slightly away from me.

I slipped my hand behind her, forcing her back down onto me, with my fingers digging into her plump ass cheek. “Make me,” I challenged, half provoking her just to see how far she’d go, with no concern for the fact that with one swipe, one flick of her delicate wrist, my lifeblood would drain from my body in a matter of minutes.

“You’re pretty cocky for a guy with a knife to his throat.”

The warm softness of her skin made the tone of her voice all the more sexy. Fire and ice. I didn’t just want to fuck her. I wanted to own her, possess her. To consume her whole.

“And you’re pretty gutsy for a girl who’s way out of her depth.”

She gasped with eyes flashing, then pinned her tongue between her teeth. A little smile crept up one cheek—barely noticeable, but fucking intoxicating.

“Maybe you’re forgetting who’s in mortal danger.”

“And maybe you’re forgetting who’s making a mess of my sheets.”

Her eyes blazed and she ground her hips again. I studied her close, watching every gesture and gyration, every movement and gasp. There was no question that she knew her own body and knew what it meant to pleasure herself.

I was fucking glad about that. If only because it made me think of her in her moments of pleasure. Touching herself. Maybe rolling up her bed pillow and riding it as she was doing to me right now…

But the way she reacted to my body told me something else; my brother might be a fucking liar ninety-nine percent of the time, but I was pretty sure he’d told it to me straight about one thing. She was a virgin. She was playing the experienced woman, but she wasn’t experienced at all.

“You’re way too fucking innocent for a guy like me,” I told her, keeping my voice low, trying to convince myself I could destroy her if I unleashed myself on her right now.

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