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The sharp sting makes me gasp, anticipation flooding my veins, thoughts of his socks all gone. His fingers toy with the front edge of my thong, whilst his head descends to my throat.

“You are.” Kiss. “So.” Kiss. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Gorgeous,” he tells me, kissing his way down my neck until my head is spinning and my pussy is aching.

I grab a fistful of his wavy red hair when his mouth closes over one of my nipples through the lace fabric of my bra. He sucks and teases my nub until it’s hard and I'm quivering.

“Loki, please!” I gasp out, needing release like I need my next breath.

He comes up for air, lips swollen and cheeks flushed with desire. He turns me round, pushing my upper back so that my hands are on the bed.

“Fuck, that's a beautiful sight,” he says seconds before a sharp crack lands on my arse, and I gasp and moan.

“You like that, Pretty Girl?” he asks, soothing the hurt away with his palm. I make a groaning sound as my hands fist the sheets.

“I didn't quite catch that?” He leans down a little, and I can feel his cock teasing my fabric covered entrance.

“Yes!” I gasp out as he pushes my thong aside and inch by inch, starts pushing inside me. This time, a deep groan leaves his lips when he’s in balls deep.

“Shit, Pretty Girl,” he says huskily. “Your pussy is like a fucking clamp, it’s so tight.”

And he stays there, filling me up with his hard cock, which feels so fucking unbelievable.

I don't get any warning as another hard smack lands on my other arsecheek, my inner walls squeezing round him, a whimper spilling from my lips.

Loki starts to pull out, then slams back inside me as his hand comes down to whack me again and again, and I cry out with the waves of pleasurable pain sweeping through me.

In next to no time, my core is tightening round him as I scream my release and claw at the bed. I collapse down as Loki's rhythm becomes jerky, and he roars his own release, stilling above me.

I can feel him panting hard, then hear the thump of what must be our bags landing outside the door. A smug, satisfied smile spreads across my lips.

Checkmate, nanny jizzstain!

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

LILLY

After we've regained our breath and cleaned up a little, we get dressed again, bring in our bags, and Loki takes me for a tour round. I desperately want to ask him about Clarissa, but I can't stand the idea of bringing that wounded look back into his beautiful eyes.

This house is crazy bonkers! God knows how many bedrooms there are, all with en-suite bathrooms and walk-in closets. Loki and his sisters’ rooms are on opposite ends of one floor, luckily for us, with his parents' suite of rooms on the floor above.

Downstairs there is a library, games room, and two sitting rooms; the one where I gave the girls’ their dresses in, and another one just as decoratively bland. There's also the huge open plan kitchen and dining room, plus another more formal dining room. And then his dad's office, which is out of bounds and locked.

It's a rhapsody of beige, cream, and caramel. In fact, so far Loki's and the girls’ are the only rooms with any colour.

Loki stops by another wooden door that has a keypad next to it. He turns to me grinning with excitement.

“This is my domain. My sanctuary,” he tells me, opening the door with a flourish to reveal a set of dark wooden steps heading down to the basement level.

The walls are painted a soft grey, with dark wood everywhere and muted lighting. We get to the bottom step and are immediately in what looks like a mini cinema, with a huge screen taking up most of the wall on the left. There are comfy, dark grey sofas and bean bags surrounding the TV, and a pool table to the left of the screen, with a fully stocked bar on the far right.

“The guys and I hang out here when they come over,” Loki explains, walking over to the bar and passing me a cherry cola from the fridge. “We've also got an outdoor pool and hot tub out back, but we pretty much stay in here when they come over during fall and winter.”

“Wow. This is amazing,” I say, looking round. I mean, my uncle's place back in England is impressive too, with its old English aristocratic feel. But these Americans, they go all in for next level shit.

“What's through there?” I ask, pointing to the door coming off the bar. It's solid dark wood, with a slight Japanese feel to it, and I can just make out a soft green glow coming from underneath it.

“Ah.” Loki gives me his panty melting grin, making butterflies erupt in my stomach.Every damn time!“That is the indoor pool, hot tub, sauna, and gym,” he tells me whilst opening the door.

My breath stills as I walk over, open the door and look through. There's a huge, glowing green pool, entirely surrounded by soft cream stone. The walls and ceiling have darkwooden beams criss-crossing over them until the space looks like an old Japanese style barn.