I growl like a mindless fool, kicking a pebble along the driveway. “You’ll do no such thing with my nanny.”
“Yournanny, is it now?” His attention shifts to me, his head tilted in mock curiosity. Bastard was baiting me, and I fell for it. “I’m not sure I understand that after the conversation we had just yesterday. What is it you called her?”
“A hot pain in the ass,” Sabrina answers, and Bellamy and Rowan snort out laughs.
“Sabrina! Language.”
“But you did, Papa. I heard you in your office.”
“And what were you doing in my office listening in on my phone calls?” I give her my most stern, fatherly glare, though I’m finding it difficult not to laugh at my five-year-old sayinghot pain in the ass.
“Oh. Right.” Her expression falls, and she crumples against her uncle’s shoulder. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that. I know…” She practically rolls her eyes at me, and when did that start? “No dessert tonight.”
“No, you get dessert, darling. That was utter perfection. Come with me. Zayer, you too, my favorite nephew.” Rowan starts to walk off toward the palace entrance. “Let’s go see what Margarite has made us for dinner. I’m so hungry I could eat a…dinosaur.”
“No! A zebra!” Sabrina screams.
“An elephant.” Phaedra gets in on it.
“Yes. All of that. And then after dinner, it’s playing games with you all night until bedtime. You’re mine tonight. I think your papa needs extra time alone withhisnanny. I get the impression they have very important things to…do.” Rowan gives an exaggerated shudder. “Let’s hope he doesn’t punish her too badly tonight for being a hot pain in the ass.” His head quirks over his shoulder, and he winks at both of us, and all I can do is sigh.
Younger brothers.
“So that’s Prince Rowan. Wow,” Bellamy muses, staring after them as they disappear inside. “And you’re related to him? By blood?”
“Ha. You’re impressively funny.” I pull a strand of her hair between my fingers, giving it a playful tug.
She rolls up on the balls of her feet and twists until her chest is nearly against mine. “My humor is actually the least impressive part of me.”
“Is that so?” I round on her now that we’re out here alone,my hands diving into her hair. “Do you think the children will notice if I take you to my room and have you for dinner instead of dining with them?”
“I doubt it,” she tells me, blinking those large blue eyes up at me, her dark lashes fanning, making her look like a vision out of a fairy tale. “They have Oncle Rowan after all. Prince Charming that he is.”
“If he’s Prince Charming, then what am I?”
She smirks. “The beast, Your Majesty.” Carried by momentum, she leans into me, pressing her palms to my chest, her lips to my cheek. “At least that’s what I’m counting on.” Coyly she spins and saunters toward the palace entrance, bold and sexy as all hell.
I’m hapless. Dumbstruck and awed by this magnificent creature. My brother came to watch my children so I could get laid with the woman who has sideswiped me, and I fully intend to cash in on this. Even if he didn’t know that was what he was doing tonight by showing up. As far as I’m concerned, he owes me. While he’s off galivanting across the globe, fucking whomever the hell he desires, I’m here. Running our country. Celibate because, until Bellamy, women weren’t exactly an option.
She wants the beast. I can give her that.
A surge of power and dominance swirls through me as I march for the doors, sweeping inside and glancing around. I know where she went, and I don’t hear my children or even see so much as an attendant, so I bound up the steps, taking them two at a time. By the time I reach the first landing, she’s there, only a few steps up. Her eyes cast back over her shoulder, darkened with a palpable hunger, and that’s all it takes for me to snap. That one look. I could have a fleet of people surrounding me at this moment, and I wouldn’t care about getting caught fucking the nanny.
Nothing in this world will keep me from her. Fucking nothing.
Before she can so much as squeal, I swoop her up in my arms and plant her on my shoulder fireman style.
“Someone could see,” she cries against my back as I carry her up the stairs.
“Then let them see,” is my only reply, because it’s taking all of me not to slam her body against the wall here and slide inside of her. I have to remind myself she’s a virgin. That she needs a lover and not an aggressor. But it’s been years, and even before that, it was never like this. I’m raging, uncontrollable, and uncontainable. I have to taste her right fucking now. I have to touch her because I need to hear her breathe my name and feel her grow wet against my fingers, and right now, my suite is just too far away to wait.
The hand not holding her against me slides up between her legs, slithering through her thighs, thankful that all she wears are these skirts. She shivers, a moan slipping out as my fingers graze her panties right over her wet heat. Without thinking, I slip two fingers inside the cotton and then inside her.
Her back arches, her body squirming even as she tries to stay still so I don’t drop her. I won’t. I never would, so that’s not a concern for me as I start to pump in and out of her. I’m ruthless, stretching her because, even though I am not a man to be bargained with, I don’t want to hurt her when I finally take her. Not like that. Not that sort of pain.
Breaths pant past her lips, and I slip my fingers out of her and shove them in my mouth, licking her off them. My hand cracks against her ass and she jolts against me just as I reach the third floor. “You little slut, you were already wet.”
“I couldn’t help it. You were kissing me in the car, and I knew you were going to chase after me.”
