Page 102 of Taken Princess


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“Waiting for you,” Archer says.

“Waiting for me? What does that mean?”

Archer grins at me.“He gets you after I’m done.”

Archer yanks at my wrist and pulls me out into the open.

I gasp and refrain from screaming.

The campus is so quiet, cold and somber… the thought of a bomb being hidden somewhere, ready to go off at any second…

Archer pulls me toward a building and we enter the side door.

I hurry inside and he plants his hand against the door and lets it slowly close so it doesn’t make a sound.

We’re in some lecture hall and I look up at the rows of seats.

Archer crashes into me from behind and picks me up.

I let out a playful yell as he carries me toward the desk.

Next thing I know I’m bent over the desk.

He presses his dick against me.

Through his jeans, through my pants… I feel him…

“I wanted to make sure you were okay, sweet thing,” he says. “I was coming to check on you. That’s nice of me, isn’t it?”

“Oh, sure,” I say. “You had no other intentions?”

“Oh, believe me, Jaci, I planned on fucking you no matter what.”

I thrust my ass back and push Archer away.

I get enough time to spin around before he’s right back against me.

He grabs my hips and nestles himself between my legs, making sure I can feel him again.

“Were you going to fuck me in front of Maz and Birdie?” I ask.

“Maybe,” he says. “Maybe they would have joined.”

“I don’t share,” I say.

“But I’m supposed to?” Archer asks.

“What does it matter to you, Archer? You’re going to eventually kill me, right? There’s no commitment here. There are no true feelings. I want to know who my family really is and you like having that power over me. But we both know I have something you really want.”

“Which is?”

I leaned back on the desk and lift my shirt enough so he can watch me hook my fingers into the top of my pants.

I push them down just enough to show him my smooth, tender skin.

My warmth, now wet with dreamy desire, awaits his touch.

Archer doesn’t let a second go by before the middle finger of his right hand is between my legs. Brushing against my wetness. Then pressing, hard.

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