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How could such a brutal man become so tender, as if he cared about me? As if this was anything more than what it was, pure filthy sex.
Strange sensations tore through me when he backed away. I curled onto my side, sweeping my hand along the soft comforter, watching him observing me as he moved far enough away to be able to finish undressing. A sentence formed in my mouth, a bold statement to tell him what I’d do if he didn’t stop, but I couldn’t utter a single word.
All I could do was enjoy the view as removed his clothes. When he stood at his full height, the reality of what was happening sank in. So did the beauty oozing from every pore. He was inked as every bad boy alpha should be, swirling vines weaving a perfect yet indistinguishable tapestry down one side of his chest, licking up to his neck and down one arm. The other arm had a single flame with a red rose. I sensed the beautiful piece of art held an entirely different meaning.
It was personal.
It was passionate.
It was about love.
For the woman in the picture or the girl he’d instructed his soldier to take care of? I sensed I was nothing more than a notch on his belt. The startling realization forced me to close my eyes and turn my head. I was suddenly very sad, so much so that I had difficulty breathing. It was ridiculous what I was thinking and feeling, yet I couldn’t help myself.
I was reminded of his typical brutality as well as startled when he jerked my face forward, his fingers digging into my cheek and neck.
“When I give you an order, princess, you follow it. Do I make myself clear?” The anger in his voice startled me, the fear returning. I wasn’t even entirely certain what order he was talking about.
“I… Yes. I mean…”
“Keep your eyes on me.”
When I looked down, I realized I’d been right. His face was glistening from my powerful orgasm. I sucked in my breath, blinking in affirmation that I’d heard him. He crawled onto the bed and without thinking, I reached for his cock, my hand almost too small to fit around the thick girth. Holy shit, he was huge. I hadn’t realized just how large he was when I was sucking on him.
I darted my eyes back to his, noticing there was almost no light refracting from them. Yet they were full of heat, or so I sensed. The shock had to be in full force because I couldn’t believe he was going to impale me with his shaft.
Would it even fit?
The way he was looking at me was more possessive than before. He was objectifying my body, admiring his prize. I hated men like him through and through. At least normally. This time, my heart fluttered like a little bird stuck inside a gilded cage. I was incensed yet entranced. Everything about the rough and dangerous man was hypnotic.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” There was no additional pretense. The only thing left was his blatant promise and the energy crackling between us.
Then he pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance, keeping his other arm planted on the comforter, his muscles drawing my attention briefly. How could he be sculpted to such utter perfection? I didn’t dare breathe for fear of what he would do, although I risked placing my palm against his chest.
He took a full five seconds to lower his head, studying my reaction before a smile crossed his face. For a man of such darkness, when he smiled it lit up the room. He was entirely too commanding, his presence that of a god instead of a man.
As the corners of his mouth turned up just slightly, I prepared myself for what he was about to do. He thrust the entire length of his cock inside, the force pinning me to the bed, his hips grinding back and forth as he fully seated himself inside.
I expected him to continue his savagery, treating me as nothing more than a rag doll, but his eyes glassed over, his lips pursing. And the flow of French coming from his mouth struck me as completely opposite of the man who had me pinned down.
Dark and filthy.
Dangerous and rough.
“Tu vas être le plus grand prix de ma collection, une création d’une beauté absolue, si époustouflante que tout homme tentera de me l’enlever.”
“What did you say to me? Please tell me.”
He lowered his head, pressing his forehead against mine, his whisper sending a trail of shivers down my legs to my toes. “Gladly, princess. I said that you are going to be the greatest prize in my collection, a creation of utter beauty so breathtaking that every man will attempt to take you from me.”
I was shaking all over, stunned from how scintillating the words made me feel. “What will you do if they try?”
“It’s simple. I’ll kill them.”
* * *
Arman
The words were easy to say because I meant them. I’d question myself later but at this moment, I planned on enjoying taking and tasting the rest of her. I could tell she was still basking in the pleasure I’d given her with my mouth and tongue, searching my eyes as if she’d actually find answers.
