Page 20 of Kingpin's Nanny

He meets my eyes, and there’s something savage and untamed in them. “You don’t know what I dream about, little elf.”

“Bradford hated that your sister was pregnant, yes?”

Lucas nods slowly, expression grim.

“But you don’t feel like that.”

“Of course not.” His impatient snap, so similar to the grumpy responses he’s given me over the last six months, makes me smile. “You should have as many children as you want.”

“As many as I want?”

He tips his head ruefully. “Then maybe two more, just for me.”

Happiness bubbles up through my chest.

“He was jealous and controlling. And I…” He swallows. Then he brings one hand down and cups my jaw with tenderness that almost breaks my heart. “I do want to possess you. I’d die to keep you safe.”

“You can be jealous, and possessive,” I whisper. “And when you try to control me, I’ll know it’s for my security.”

“Will it though?” His eyebrows pinch. “Or am I doomed to be the same as my predecessor? In which case, I should?—”

“Kiss me, and I’ll prove to you that you’re not like him,” I interrupt.

He groans as he lowers his mouth and the moment we touch is pure joy. Then this kiss is just as hard and demanding as ourfirst. But it’s longer, and so sweet and filthy. He slides his lips over mine, and nips at me. When I gasp, he takes advantage, and plunders my mouth with his tongue.

His hands come up and tangle in my hair, tightening and holding my head still, and his body presses me against the wall, trapping me in the best way. The slight tug on my scalp, the desperation in the sounds he’s making, and the little whimpers—they’re from me, I realise—make this the hottest moment of my life.

I’m putty in his hands, helpless to do anything but accept this scorching kiss and try to pull him closer, exploring his narrow hips and warm, muscled back covered with smooth cotton.

And when he pants, releasing my lips for a second, I take my opportunity.

“Ouch!”

“What is it?” He has drawn away instantly. “See, I told you I’d hurt you.”

His brows lower and he’s all horrified concern. Because of course he is. This man might be a monster, but he’smymonster.

“It’s nothing.” I give him a sassy smile. “You’d never let anything bad happen to me.”

There’s a long, taut silence. Then he breathes out, and his shoulders relax.

“Fuck.”

“I’m right,” I add.

“You,” he says as he crowds me against the wall again, and reaches for my bottom. “Are a naughty little elf. And the next time I give you pain, you’ll be moaning because it’s so good.”

I wriggle closer and allow myself a self-satisfied smirk. “All talk, Mr Knight.”

“You are so fucking dirty,” he growls, and when I gasp, his lips hit mine hard in a kiss with more unrestrained heat than Iever thought I’d get to feel. He sucks my lip into his mouth and the smallest hint of pain zings right to my clit.

“And do you know what happens to naughty girls?” His voice is gravelly as he nibbles at my cheek, then my neck.

“Do they get stuffed with?—?”

His laughter cuts me off and it’s so unexpected I draw back and stare.

He’s beautiful when he laughs. I mean, he’s gorgeous all the time, but he’s mesmerising like this.