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“I heard you screaming. I thought you needed help,” I whisper, licking my lips.

His gaze drops to my lips. I wait for him to free me, but his hand remains on my throat. He glances down at it, like he’s surprised that he’s still holding me.

“I could have killed you,” he says.

And he almost did.

“You shouldn’t have come into my room, Emma,” he says, dragging his gaze down my body. His eyes darken as he takes in my breasts and waist.He hisses through his teeth when he sees the thin panties molded to my sex.

“You needed help,” I say.

“So you decide to crawl into my bed dressed in nothing but lace and silk?” he asks. “Do I look like an honorable man to you, Emma?”

The way he keeps saying my name makes me hungry for something I never had.

The darkness in his eyes beckons to me. His body makes promises of reckless violence.

“Answer my question,” he says. “Do I look like a good man to you?”

There’s good in him. I know that. I don’t know why he tries so hard to keep everyone at arm’s length, though. I don’t know what he’s afraid of.

“I think you’re one of the good ones,” I reply truthfully.

He gives me a wicked smile.

“Sweet Emma. Would a good man be taking advantage of his hot little nanny? Would he be rubbing his hard cock against her young pussy when all she wanted was to help him?”

He drags the length of his cock against my slit, making me shiver.

“Fuck, you’re actually wet for it,” he says, resting his hand on the pillow. His dominant hand drags down my throat. My breath hitches when his palm travels down my sternum and over my belly button. He rests it there for a while, watching me squirm underneath him.

Something clicks into place between the two of us.

A dynamic forms as naturally as the turn of seasons. He becomes the one who dominates, and I become the one who releases all control.

In this moment, my body submits to his, becoming completely his to do with as he pleases.

His hand drags lower down my body. He cups my pussy with his calloused palm and squeezes it possessively. My back bows off the bed. He buries his head against the crook of my neck.

The bond between us cements, intertwining our fates.

“You smell so fucking sweet,” he growls against me, baring his teeth against my neck. “Good enough to eat.”

I buck against him, seeking the friction of his hard body against mine. I feel so completely delirious in this moment. I don’t know what I’m searching for, but I know only he can give it to me.

“So fucking wet for me.” His thumb presses against my clit as he plays with it.

His eyes hold dark promises.

I want to give in to it completely. I want to give in to him.

My thighs open wider for him—an invitation. He hisses under his breath and pushes his middle finger inside me. There’s a pinch of discomfort because of the sheer size of his finger, but I’m wet enough to handle it.

The heat of his body envelops mine. His masculine scent becomes my instant addiction.

“Still think I’m a good man, Emma?” he asks.

I open my mouth to speak, but he pushes his finger all the way to his knuckle. A moan tumbles from my lips.