You are being provided with a book chapter by chapter. I will request you to read the book for me after each chapter. After reading the chapter, 1. shorten the chapter to no less than 300 words and no more than 400 words. 2. Do not change the name, address, or any important nouns in the chapter. 3. Do not translate the original language. 4. Keep the same style as the original chapter, keep it consistent throughout the chapter. Your reply must comply with all four requirements, or it’s invalid.
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36
BRIDGET
MY DRESS POOLED AROUND MY ANKLES, LEAVING ME IN ONLY MY LACE
bra and thong. Trembles wracked me—from anticipation or the
slight chill in the air, I wasn’t sure. Probably a mixture of both.
Rhys was silhouetted against the moonlight so I couldn’t see his
face, but I could feel the heat of his gaze as it raked over me. Dark
and possessive like a lover’s touch, leaving a trail of delicious goose-
bumps in its wake.
I wet my lips, dying to touch him, but knowing it was in my best
interest not to move until he told me to.
“Bra. Off.”
Two seconds later, white lace joined green silk on the floor.
I reached down to shimmy out of my underwear, but a low growl
halted my movements.
“I didn’t tell you to do that.” Rhys’s eyes lingered on my breasts,
and my nipples, already so hard they could cut glass, pebbled fur-
ther. “Keep your underwear, gloves, and heels on,” he said, still in
that deceptively soft tone. “And crawl to me.”
My breath gusted out in shock even as my core spasmed at the
order.
I’d never crawled for anyone in my life—while I was all but
naked, no less. Even if I wasn’t the future queen, it would be degrad-
ing. Humiliating. Depraved.
And I’d never been more turned on.
I sank to my hands and knees, shivering again at the feel of the
cool wood floor against my bare skin.
And I began to crawl.
The room wasn’t that big, but the anticipation made it seem end-
less. Halfway across, I glimpsed myself in the full-length mirror
mounted on the wall, and my skin burned at the sight.
I still wore the elegant elbow-length gloves that came with my
bridesmaid outfit, but when paired with only my heels and thong,
they looked obscene.
My breathing grew choppier. I was so wet my thighs slid against
each other, and by the time I reached Rhys, I was dripping all down
my legs.
I stopped at his feet and looked up. I could see him more clearly
now, but his expression remained unreadable except for the fire blaz-
ing in his eyes.
“Good girl.” He fisted my hair with one hand and used the other
to unbuckle his pants. His cock sprung out, thick and hard, the
swollen head dripping with pre-cum.
God, I needed to taste him. No one had ever turned me on as
much as he did. Every word, every touch, every glance. I wanted it
all.
I stared at him with pleading eyes.
Rhys hadn’t finished nodding before I took him in my mouth, sa-
voring his groans and the way he pulled my hair as I eagerly licked
and sucked.
“What would your people say if they could see you now,
princess?” he grunted, pushing his cock deeper until it hit the back
of my throat. I spluttered, my eyes watering from the sheer size of
him. “Crawling and choking on your bodyguard’s cock?”
I moaned out an unintelligible response. My hand drifted be-
tween my legs, but I didn’t make contact before he yanked me up
and captured my mouth in a hard, punishing kiss.
He was still angry about Steffan. I could taste it on his tongue,
feel it in the roughness of his hands as he squeezed my ass.
“You’re more than just a bodyguard to me.” I needed him to un-
derstand that, even amid our lust-drenched haze.
“Yeah, I can get you off, too,” Rhys said caustically. “Bet none of
the lily-livered aristocrats out there can fuck you the way you need.”
I didn’t take the bait. “It’s more than that.”
It was the closest I’d come to voicing what was in my heart.
Something vulnerable flickered in Rhys’s eyes, and his touch
gentled for a second before his face hardened again. He spun me
around and bent me over the table, pressing his body against mine
until every inch of him melded into every inch of me.
He lowered his mouth to my ear and tangled one of his hands
with mine. “I want you to know something, princess,” he said, his
voice a hoarse rasp against my skin. “There’s not much in the world
I want to claim as mine. I’ve seen and done too much shit in my life
to believe in forever. But you…” He grasped my chin with his free
hand. “You belong to me. I don’t give a fuck what the law or anyone
else says. You are mine. Understand?”
“Yes.” I squeezed his hand, my heart and body aching for com-
pletely different reasons.
Rhys exhaled a harsh, shuddering breath and pulled back. I was
about to protest before he roughly parted my thighs and yanked my
underwear down.
The ball of anticipation in my stomach coiled tighter.
“There’s something else you should know.” He dragged two fin-
gers through my wetness before shoving them in my mouth, forcing
me to taste my juices. An unbidden moan slipped out at the unfamil-
iar tang on my tongue. “I don’t like it when other people touch
what’s mine. Especially when it’s a date who’s not me.”
I knew I’d been in trouble the minute I said that.
“But maybe you need a lesson to drive that point home.” Rhys
rubbed his thumb over my swollen clit before his palm landed
where his thumb had been. My body jerked, and a yelp of surprise
and pain tore from my throat, but Rhys’s fingers in my mouth muf-
fled the sound.
His palm landed on my pussy again with a loud slap. And again.
And again.
I was shaking, my eyes filled with tears as razor-sharp sensation
spiked through me. My entire world had narrowed to the pulsing
heat between my legs and the man who doled out pain and pleasure
in equal measure.
“Who does your pussy belong to?” Rhys removed his fingers
from my mouth and squeezed my breast.
“You,” I gasped, clutching the edge of the table so hard my
knuckles turned white.
“Say it again.” Hard. Demanding. Authoritative.
“You! My pussy belongs to you.” My voice broke in a sob as he
delivered another stinging slap to my clit.
“That’s right. It belongs to me, and don’t you ever forget it.” Slap.
I let out a keening wail, trying to scrabble away and push back
harder against him at the same time. I couldn’t tell whether I loved
or hated what was happening, only that I was dripping and burning
and every scrape of my nipples against the wooden table sent anoth-
er jolt of heat straight to my throbbing clit.
“Are you going to dance with your date again?” Rhys’s voice
sounded remarkably even, if tightly controlled.
I shook my head, the tears sliding down my cheeks.
“Good.” Slap. “You are so wet, princess.” Slap. “You should see
how pretty and swollen your clit looks right now. Like it’s begging
for me to spank it harder.” SLAP.
It was too much. The words, the brutal, filthy punishment, the
fact we were doing this just around the corner and down the hall
from my family and friends.
I exploded. Hard. Long. Violent. Ears buzzing, knees buckling,
showers of lights bursting behind my eyes. I would’ve fallen to the
floor had Rhys not held me up while the strongest orgasm of my life
tore through me like an electric storm, and I had to drop my head
and bury my face in my arm to stifle my screams.
I was still riding out the waves of my mind-shattering release
when I felt Rhys’s tongue gently stroke my clit, licking and soothing
until the burn faded.
Just as I gathered myself together, he stood and slowly pushed
his cock inside of me. He withdrew equally slowly, until just the tip
remained inside, and paused. I inhaled, but my first real breath of
the night broke into a squeal when he suddenly slammed into me
with a vicious thrust. His fist in my hair kept me in place as he bot-
tomed out with each downward stroke, and the contrast between the
gentleness of his entry and the savage fury with which he now
fucked me scrambled my senses to the point where I could only hold
on to the table for dear life.
In and out. Harder and faster each time until the tingles at the
base of my spine came back to life, and I crashed over the edge
again.
“Oh, God, Rhys.”
“That’s it, princess.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his move-
ments growing jerkier. He was about to come, too. “Such a good girl.
Come for me.”