“Rourke—”
“I’ve caught glimpses,”he growls, letting the tips of his fingers drag up my thigh, causing me to shiver. “But a glimpse is no good. I want it all. I want everything.”
His fingers hook my thigh, pressing down into my crux like he’s going to force my legs apart. But he stops, staring into my eyes, as though he’s waiting for me.
And as naturally as breathing, I spread my legs for him.
A deep growl rumbles up from his core, and he flashes his teeth like a hungry man. “What a gorgeous little pussy. So pink, so wet. And I can tell you’re tight.”
“You–you can?”
He nods. “I know no man has ever touched you here.”
My lips part in shock at his words. No guy has ever even touched me here over my clothes, let alone seen me bare. Men always made me uncomfortable. But this man—this enormous man—is doing something to me that makes spreading my legs for him feel totally natural.
“How can you know that?” I whimper.
His eyes smile, sending sparks through me. “No man has ever touched this treasure.”
A mewl escapes my lips as he slides his hand between my thighs and lets his middle finger gently part my lips, slipping up my slit, causing my body to jolt.
“Oh my God!” I gasp, snatching him by his muscled shoulders. He’s so massive I can’t even get my fingers around him. “No, no one has…”
His finger slides back down, gently finding my tender clit. He circles it, and my legs shake.
“I’m going to be the first man. The first man to lick this sweet, unclaimed pussy and treat you like you’re meant to be treated. This virgin cunt deserves to be worshipped.”
His words send me soaring, and I let out a cry of wonder and pleasure as he slips a finger inside me and curls it up, touching a place I didn’t even know existed. My head falls back, but he snatches me by the hair and forces me to look into his eyes. I gasp as he applies more pressure, causing my body to tense, then pulls his finger out of me and slides it into his mouth.
My cheeks blaze with a blush.
“Mmm,” he growls. “Sweet like honey. I wantmore.”
I start to speak, but before I can, he seals my mouth with his. I taste myself on his tongue as he presses it through my lips. Unbelievable arousal ripples through me, and I moan into him as he slides his finger back inside.
“I’m sure you’ve played with yourself, angel,” he growls softly, using his thumb on my clit as he presses that sweet spotinside me, causing waves of ecstasy that threaten to envelop me. “But that’s nothing compared to what I’ll do to you. The pleasure I’ll make you feel. I’ll make you cry my name as you come. Make youbegfor more.”
He increases the pressure, and I shout his name as my back arches, forcing my body up against his. My hands move on their own to my breasts and squeeze. Somehow the pressure enhances what I’m already feeling. But Rourke shakes his head.
“Now, now, princess. That’s my job.”
Taking me by the wrists, he pulls them away, then starts massaging my breasts with his free hand. He rolls my nipples, and my heartrate skyrockets. The combined sensation of one hand on my chest and the other between my legs is almost too much to handle.
“Tell me, angel,” his voice booms as a pressure fills me. “Whose job is it?”
This is insane. This man may have saved my life, but he also kidnapped me, tied me to a chair, and threatened my life.
“No!” I scream, fighting helplessly against the golden waves of pleasure tearing through me.
“No? It’s notmy job?”He applies more pressure to my clit, snatching all breath from my lungs. “I’m not the man to make you come until you can’t speak? To make you stretch around my cock and fuck you senseless until you beg for more?I’m not that man?”
“I—”
“Here inmykingdom? Onmymountain?” The pressure increases. I’m desperately hanging on, teetering on the edge. “Your sweet little cunt belongs to me now, princess. And you know it.”
His rough palm clenches down, squeezing hard on my breast until pain darts through me. And just behind it is an orgasmthat tears my world apart. The first time I’ve ever come from anything but me and my “personal toy.”
“Yes!” I cry as he presses his lips against my neck. “It’s your job!”
