“Now, always, and forever. I’m not interested in courting you,” he growled. “I have no interest in taking this slow, or ‘seeing where it goes.’ I want you,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion and tinged with a growl. “I want you as mine, always.”
I gaped at him, my eyes wide and blinking, like I couldn’t even fathom what to say in response to that.
“Say yes, Princess,” he said softly. “Say yes, or I’m going to go ahead and take you anyways,” he growled. “Say yes before I—”
I didn’t let him respond. I just grabbed him by the shirt collar, pulled him down, and kissed him as hard as I could.
He came alive, his huge, powerful hands pulling me tight, his groan vibrating through me.
“I love—”
“Princess Isla!”
There was the sound of a bellowing voice at my door, a hand pounding on it.
Shit.
“Crap,” I hissed, whirling towards the noise.
“Princess Isla! Respond or we’re going to break the door in!”
Logan tensed next to me, snarling as his hands closed into fists. “I’d like to see them fucking try—”
I placed a hand on his arm. “Just the guards. I called them when I heard you in the passageway.”
“You called the guards on me?” he said with an amused grin.
“I thought you were… I don’t know!”
“A monster?” he said with a wink. “A beast.”
I blushed. “No, of course not—”
“Oh but I am,” he growled, making me gasp as he suddenly pulled me into him entirely, his lips brushing against my ear.
“I’m no monster,” he purred. “But I am a beast, and being around you brings it out in me in ways I can barely contain.”
I whimpered as his hands slid down to my ass, cupping and squeezing me possessively.
“I can barely keep in control around you, Isla.”
“Princess! We’re coming in now—”
“Hold on!” I managed to croak out, lost in Logan’s eyes.
“It’s okay! I’m okay! I hit the button by accident.”
There was a pause, before I heard my father’s captain call out. “How are the flowers tonight?”
I smiled. My mother had set this up years ago — a “secret code” of sorts to make sure family members really were out of danger when they said they were.
“The flowers smell lovely tonight,” I called back.
“Have a good night, Princess Isla.”
I grinned as I heard the guards outside my door shuffling and stomping away back down the stairs.
“Smart,” Logan murmured, moving behind me. “Secret code?”
I nodded.
“And are you safe, Princess?” he growled into my ear.
I shivered, feeling the forbidden heat blaze through my body. I could feel my nipples hardening to points under my flimsy nightgown, my pussy tingling and growing wet and warm between my legs.
“Am I?”
“I’ll protect you always,” he said softly. “Always. I’ll stop anything from getting to you.”
“But not you,” I whispered, turning in his arms. “Don’t you ever stop you from getting to me, because I love you too.”
Time stopped for a single second, and then we were crashing together.
My head spun, the breath caught in my throat as he scooped me up, kissing me fiercely. His tongue pushed past my eager lips to find mine, claiming my mouth with that kiss as his hands tightened on my body.
We stumbled backwards, moaning and grasping at each other. His tuxedo jacket hit the ground, followed somehow by his pants. With a savage snarl, he tore at his dress shirt, sending the buttons scattering as he took his hands away from me just long enough to shrug it off his massive shoulders.
His hands moved to my nightgown, and unlike my dress, he didn’t restrain himself from tearing it. I gasped, the adrenaline and the desire spiking through me as he tore the thing thing in two, right off of my body. The pieces dropped to the floor, and I shivered as I felt his eyes move over my body — naked except for my panties.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he groaned, his hands sliding over my skin to pull me close. I fell into him, kissing his lips and letting my hands explore his rock-hard chest, his chiseled abs, and the hard grooves of his hips. I moaned as I felt the huge thickness between his legs bulging at his underwear, pressing hot and powerfully into my belly. I whimpered as my fingers moved lower, tentatively feeling that huge cock of his through the cotton.
He groaned.
“You cage the monster, Princess,” he growled. “But you bring out the beast in me. I—” he groaned again as my fingers stroked the thick shaft behind his underwear.