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Swallowing, she looked past me to where Costello was guarding the open door.

Following her eyes, I asked, “Are you going to stand there and watch us screw like some kind of perv?” Nipping Sammy’s ear, I made her whimper. “Because I’ll fuck her, regardless of if you’re watching or not. Nothing is going to stop me.”

Wordlessly he closed the door, leaving us alone.

Spinning her in a circle, I scooped her up just to drop her on the bed. She bounced once, shaking off some of her dizzying passion so she could talk. “The good news better not be that you’re about to fuck me. And for the record, I wouldn’t let you do it with an audience.”

Climbing on top of her, I snatched her wrists and pushed them into the mattress. “No?” I asked, smirking. “I think you’d let me do anything if I got you hot enough.”

Her glare wavered. “Let’s not find out.”

Laughing, I rubbed my nose on her collarbone, speaking into her chest. I heard my voice bounce inside of her ribs. “Maverick says you’re free to leave this room.”

“He’s not joking?” she asked. “He really means it, no catch?”

“The catch is that I have to watch you.” Taking her chin, I leaned into her with a grin.“Closely.”

Her smile went ear to ear. “Gross. I’ll stay locked up, thanks.”

Laughing, I wrapped her hair in my fist. She copied me, tugging at my nape so that my senses burned from the mild pain and pressure. When we kissed like that, the world vanished so easily. I felt lighter knowing the weight of her situation was gone. I needed to channel this energy somewhere, and Sammy gave me the perfect solution.

In seconds I tugged my shirt away; her eyes flashed, then she hurried to mimic me. I would have gone slower, but I worried that if I waited, I wouldn’t be able to control this fucking urge. I was along for the ride; one misstep and it’d take over and leave me blind with lust.

Our bare skin connected, our lips locking into their familiar seal. Her knees circled me, clutching to keep us pressed together. My hot, hard cock was sandwiched on her navel. Her lips whispered useless vowels by my ear, my brain thumping as I worked to keep up with my insane arousal.

Her hand came between us, perfectly accurate as she guided me inside of her. It was smooth; as thick as I was, she was slippery down to the crevice of her ass with how badly she ached for me.

I pushed her legs off of my back, shoving them under me in a straight line. “Point your toes,” I demanded. “Squeeze them together hard as you fucking can.”

She couldn’t deny me. Sammy was too cloudy with lust to even wonder what I was thinking. She had the presence of mind to ask, “Why?”

When my hands cradled her lower back, forcing her to arch into me so that my pelvis ground on hers, rubbing her swollen clit with every subtle movement of my body, she understood.

Friction built between us. Desperately, Sammy thrust against my hard muscles, her nails buried in my shoulder blades. I guided her from above and below, creating a pace that was going to leave us both frantic.

“Kain,” she whimpered in my ear.

“Call me your king,” I growled. I wasn’t a king, I might never be, but I loved the feeling of being worshiped. It went both ways. I was eager to lavish attention on her body, to make her shake with pleasure.

Someday ... she could be mine. Sammy could be an actual princess.

My Cinderella, for real.

The idea sent a spark of raw energy into my core. My cock thrilled each time I buried it deep inside of her. Every thrust took more of me, stole more of her. I fucked her like I’d never touch her again.

Crying out, she was pinned under me—right on the edge of orgasm. “Don’t stop,” she begged me.

My insides flipped, lightning that forked and came around again. “I said to call me your king. I’ll let you come when you do.”

“Let me fuckingcome,King Asshole!” she groaned.

Nipping her earlobe, I slid out until just the ridge of my cock head was in her. She tried to reach me; my hands gripped her ass, keeping her trapped. She couldn’t get more of me in her pussy, but she also couldn’t escape the sensation of my swollen tip.

“Say it.”

Kissing my throat, she gripped my ass and squeezed; it made my cock jump. “You’re my king! Let me fuckingcome!”

I sensed the edge of her humor, but I was too far gone to care. Trusting that she wouldn’t get pregnant, I pumped back into her. Panting, I braced my body on hers. My palms massaged her perfect ass, slamming her with my full length.