Page 175 of Damsel in Disguise

For a second, neither of us moves.

Ariella looks almost delicate like this, all soft skin and flushed cheeks, resembling a fragile porcelain doll placed directly into the hands of the devil.

A doll that should fear me.

A doll that should run away from me.

Instead, she lies beneath me as a sacred offering, looking as though she wants to be ruined by me.

I take her in for a long moment before I finally bend down till my mouth finds her nipples.

My tongue circles the hardened peak before my lips close around it, sucking on it gently, drawing a shudder from her delicate body.

A soft moan escapes her lips, barely more than a breath. Satisfaction coils low in my body as I release her with a wet pop, leaving the sensitive flesh glistening beneath the dim light.

My attention drifts lower.

Removing her boots and socks, I make quick work of her skirt, sliding it down her legs and tossing it aside.

She doesn’t protest while I remove it, but the second my fingers hook into the waistband of her underwear, her thighs snap shut.

A possessive amusement curls through me.

“You’ve had your fill of staring at me, little kitty,” I murmur, dragging my knuckles along her outer thigh. “Seems only fair if I get to enjoy the view too.”

She still doesn’t budge.

Instead, the stubborn little thing actually pouts at me, earning a faint twitch of amusement from my lips.

“We can do this the easy way, or…” I let the threat trail off.

Taking one of her ankles into my hand, I lift her leg and start slowly dragging my tongue along the smooth length of it, from her foot, and moving upward.

By the time I reach her calf, her resistance crumbles—thighs parting on their own as though her body has decided obedience is the better option.

A smirk pulls at my mouth before I sink my teeth hard into her upper thigh, sucking on the bruised flesh.

The moan that tears from her throat is immediate and unfiltered, vibrating straight through my body.

The sight waiting beneath, after I finally peel off the damn underwear, steals air from my lungs for good.

For a few moments, I simply stare at her, my throat working around a hard swallow.

Her skin is flushed pink from neck to chest, her body trembling beneath mine as she squirms and stares up at me through hazy eyes.

My lips part slightly. She’s stunning.

The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

The most beautiful thing I will ever do.

Every coherent thought abandons me as the reality of it settles heavily in my chest.

This isn’t programming.

This isn’t a command she was designed to follow.

She’s responding to me, wanting me, turned on because of me.