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But right now, those words of hers just made Khadem want to be a fucking monster, period.
"Shut up," he snarled. "It's the wind—-"
"But there aren't any windows open," Prue protested. "I think you're really crying—-"
Khadem's mouth slammed down on hers, and as she gasped against his lips, Prue also heard him say silkily,"Seeing as you seem so fond with the idea of crying, how about we have everyone hear youcryout...when I finally claim what's mine?"
Prue wasn't even given a chance to answer, with Khadem already sweeping her up in his arms, and the last thing she saw was Khadem's harem of female admirers glaring at her just before finding herself in what appeared to be...a changing room for babies and their diapers?
"Um..."
Prue looked around her uncertainly. That was a changing table in one corner and a gigantic play pen with waist-high railings. That play pen alone was the size of her entire bedroom—-
"Khadem!"
She could only gasp his name out as he threw her right inside the play pen...before climbing over the rail to join her.
"W-What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm sure you have an idea or two," Khadem said with a devilish grin.
Oh my God.
Prue was back on her feet in a flash, but before she could even try to climb over the railing and escape, Khadem had already pulled her back down to the bed, and his fingers were making short work of her clothes.
"Khadem!"
There went her shirt, her jeans, and no matter how hard she struggled, her underwear soon joined the discarded pile of clothes that Khadem had tossed out.
Prue shook her head in disbelief as Khadem got rid of his blazer and unbuckled his belt. "You can't be...oh."
Khadem couldn't help but laugh at the way Prue's voice trailed off the moment she saw him take his shirt off. She was now staring rather dreamily at his chest, and by the time he was standing fully naked before her, Prue looked as if she was in a daze.
Oh, Lord.
Prue was having a hard time breathing, much less thinking. The last (and only) time she had seen Khadem naked was when she was still under the influence of that stupid drug. This was the first time she could appreciate how gorgeous he looked with a properly working brain, and oh...my...God.
How can a man be this hot?
Khadem's lips curved in a smirk. "Do you like what you see?"
Prue turned red.
"You know you can touch me as well, don't you, my angel? Just as you are mine, I am all yours, too."
Oh. My. Lord.
The invitation was impossible to resist, and as Khadem sank to his knees before her, Prue forgot all about the outside world as she slowly ran her hands over his chest.
Everything was so wonderfully hard, and it was a delight to feel his nipples tighten in arousal and his muscles flex under her fingers.
He was perfect, oh so, so perfect, and when Prue heard him suck his breath in as her hands drifted down until she was curling her fingers around his massive cock while her other hand was gently caressing his balls—-
"Prue..."
The need in his groan made her wet, and Prue didn't think twice about bending her head to take his cock into her mouth...and pleasuring him just like he taught her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."
