Page 65 of The Tower

He leans close, then puts his hand on my breast, my nipple trapped between his thumb and forefinger as I try to remember how to breathe.

“You think I’m kind and good because I helped you find your way out of a farmer’s market? I was a kid, too. It was nothing. And last night? Tracking you down on the street, and sweeping you back here before your father’s goons could find you? That wasn’t about you, Princess. That was about leverage. But now? Well, right now, I want to fuck you. And you don’t get a say, Princess. That’s how good a man your little market boy grew up to be.”

My heart pounds as I look into those cold eyes and try desperately to catch my breath.

“So hit me with those fists or tell me I’m an asshole or try to keep those pretty thighs squeezed shut. It won’t matter. You’re mine, Sasha. Paid and delivered. And I will have what’s mine.”

Twenty

Secrets & Desires

He’d expected her to cower. Anticipated fear or shock or loathing in her eyes. What he didn’t expect was for her to reach up, grab his hair, and pull his mouth down on hers, so hard and wild that his teeth slammed against her lower lip, drawing blood.

He froze, his eyes locked on hers, the coppery taste of blood on his lips, and her delicious whimpering sounds going straight to his cock, making him as hard as steel.

She was right there. Sasha. His. Her naked body below him, laid out as if she was a sacrifice to him. Something to ravage. To pillage. To take and touch and own.

“Please,” she whispered, the bold need in her voice fueling the beast inside. The beast that would take her, fuck her, make her finally, truly, completely his.

How many times had he kissed her in Elysium? Touched her? Fucked her? He thought he knew what it would be like to finally, truly taste her mouth. To feel those long, silky locks between his fingers, to have her soft skin brush over his.

He’d had no fucking idea.

The princess he’d met in Elysium had been brave but shy. He’d courted her slowly, almost as if he were a real prince of old, and she was the lady to whom he was betrothed. Their first kiss had started sweet, then grown passionate, and with each encounter that followed, he’d pushed her just a bit farther. His hands exploring all her soft places, His mouth teasing her lips, her nipples, her cunt. His palm caressing her back one day, then smacking her ass the next.

No matter his whim, she’d submitted, trusting him to not only keep her safe but to take her to the highest of heights.

And why wouldn’t she trust him? As far as she knew, Prince Killiam was just the product of her fantasies. Fantasies that had an added kick of sensual juice courtesy of the AI coding she’d introduced into that virtual world.

He shouldn’t have been there. He’d trespassed into her secret realm, violating her privacy. Then he’d had the audacity to not only seduce her as Vale, but to take her in the most sensual, degrading, erotic ways that he could think of.

And the cold, hard truth? He didn’t regret it for a moment.

For that matter, the only thing he regretted was that he couldn’t fully recreate those decadent moments now. He had to pretend that he didn’t already know what made her scream. What made her beg.

Or maybe that would be the fun part. Trying each sensual pleasure he knew she liked in Elysium, testing it in the real world to see which made her come the hardest. Would it be his teeth scraping her nipple? His finger in her ass? Her knees on her chest as he fucked her hard? His mouth tasting every delicious inch of her? Or was it maybe her sweet fingers and wet tongue wrapped around his cock as she moaned and sucked and drove him crazy?

Secrets and desires he shouldn’t already know but did. And every single one was written on a mental checkboard of what he’d bring to her in this world. No pixels, no haptics, no magic headset to project a view. Just him and this woman who’d spent more nights than she knew on her knees begging him to fuck her from behind. To please, please take her hard and fast. Who’d sucked his cock, then pinned him down and whispered how much she liked fucking him while she rode him hard, his cock deep inside her as his fingers teased her clit.

In Elysium, she gave as much as she took.

Here, in the real world, propriety had a grip on her shoulder. She wasn’t the little wild thing he knew she could be.

But that was okay. Good, actually. He wanted to see the change. He wanted to see Reed’s precious little princess climb that ladder, then give herself to him. Not in a world made real by strings of code, but here, where he could feel her and touch her and fuck her.

He wanted to feel his balls tighten as she begged him to fuck her harder. Wanted her to suck his cock while he teased her ass. Wanted to lick every sweet, delicious part of her, wringing out cries of pleasure as his tongue teased her cunt and took her all the way over the mountain.

He wanted it. And he intended to have it.

With a low moan, he grabbed her shoulders and rolled them over, moving her on top of him. She weighed next to nothing, and he held her with one hand on her very sweet ass and the other palming the back of her head as he looked into her eyes. Her skin gleamed in the half-light, flushed with desire, tiny beads of sweat already forming at her temples and between her breasts. She was magnificent—not the carefully curated perfection her father had demanded, but something wilder, more primal. A goddess in human form, her power only enhanced by the vulnerability in her eyes.

Her thighs straddled him, the slick heat of her core pressing against his stomach, leaving a damp trail as she shifted. He could smell her arousal—sweet and musky and intensely real in a way Elysium could never replicate. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, kneading, claiming, as his other hand tangled in her hair, tugging just enough to arch her throat.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice a low growl, heavy with need. “Tell me you want me to fuck that hungry little cunt.”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

Her voice was husky, raw with honesty. He could see it in her eyes—no pretense, no performance. Just pure, undiluted desire.