Masked Prince - Nikolai Andrew Page 0,29

her bare breasts, then her creamy belly, and finally her pussy and those ball-busting, child-bearing hips. I let the fabric drop at her feet and then took a few steps back. Her shit covered common dress had no place on her perfection.

She was every inch the goddess I had imagined—better, even. So much better than the fantasy I’d jacked off to for all that time. And she made me so hard, I wanted to burn the castle to the ground.

But as I had so many times for her sake, I denied my basest instinct. Before I had my way with her, I needed to clean her up. I grabbed the basin from the table as well as a clean white cloth. And then, inch by inch, limb by limb, I bathed her.

She responded to my touch with moans and writhes. I checked every inch of her perfect body for injury from those fucking assholes that had been at the farm. I cleaned her scrapes and her wounds, and then dried her with a fresh towel.

Once I was through bathing her body, I stepped back to admire her perfect shape. The only thing that would’ve made her more beautiful then was milk for my baby dripping from her tits. Her belly full and round with our next child.

I placed my hand to her throat, hard enough to make her feel my power. Her eyes widened as she stared up at me, unblinking.

“I promise you two things. I will never leave you. And I will always protect you. But beyond that…” I parted her folds with my fingers. “You’re at my motherfucking mercy.”

Her wetness ran out of her like a fucking flood. I felt her moan against my palm at the same time as I heard it. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was wet. She was both turned on and afraid. “Now we’re talking.”

“Are you…” Her breath caught in her throat. “Are you going to hurt me?”

“Yes, sweetheart, I’m gonna hurt you. But I will never harm you.”

I penetrated her sweet cunt with my finger. She was goddamned tight and only opened up far enough to take one of my fingers, even though I wanted to give her three. Her hymen was pushing me out and it made me fucking insane.

Iris moaned out a sigh of pleasure as I pressed my palm against her clit. But as I began to finger her harder, she looked up at me. Afraid, yet again.

Fuck yeah.

“I’m... Don’t forget, Randal. I’ve never done this before.”

“As if this tight little pussy could belong to anyone but a virgin. You think I’d fucking forget that?” I said, compressing both her clit and throat harder, letting her feel my rage. “You think I forget anything you ever say to me?”

Iris shook her head. She bit her lip so hard it made a white welt cut through the perfect pink.

“No.”

“No, Sir,” I corrected her.

“No, Sir,” she said in return.

“Good girl.” I pulled my fingers from her and held my palm up to her mouth. “But look at the mess you made.”

Without my asking, she shut her eyes and licked my palm clean. She was learning fast. Fuck, this was going to be good. She was fucking dirty about it—nasty long greedy licks. That tongue was going to look perfect on my cock.

I made her suck my fingers as I kneaded my palm against her clit. When she sucked my thumb clean, I pulled it from her tight lips with a pop. She was breathing hard; the sharp line of her collarbone rose and fell with each pant.

“Tell me who you are, please. Tell me where we are.”

I huffed, not liking her demands and unwilling to reveal the whole truth just yet. I didn’t want her to look at me differently, knowing who I really was. But I knew that things would take time. She needed to know she was safe, that she could relax with me.

“I’m not a carpenter,” I told her, and watched her eyes traverse my face. “I’m a little further up the pecking order than that. I’m sorry I lied to you, it was to keep you from questioning why I kept coming back to your farm. That day I helped you with Nellie, I’d just chased two muggers from the city, hoping to get a poor man’s coins back for him.”

“So you’re a guard?”

“Something like that,” I agreed. After all, I was going to be protector of the realm once the crown was handed to me.

“And…?”