“In my mind, I’ve fucked you every possible way. I’ve pinned you against walls and slammed into you. I’ve softly kissed every inch of your body, kept you trembling under me as I savoured you. I’ve teased you until you were whimpering, begging me for release.” I slid a finger across the dip between her butt cheeks. “I’ve even had you here, watched you come undone while I pressed into this tightness.”

I spanked her, loving the feel of her backside quivering under my palm. “Now, choose. Do you want this, or⁠—”

“I want this!” The saucy little minx reached down, stroking my tail until I shuddered, locking my jaw to keep myself from begging her to keep touching. “I want you, SJ. I want all the above and more.”

Any self-control I may have retained shattered.

“Consider yourself warned,” I rumbled, giving her peachy arse another slap for good measure as I raced through the darkened hallways of the castle, twisting and turning through labyrinthine hallways.

Lust pounded through my veins, and my chest tightened with anticipation. This was happening. With Jemma. I was going to have her. She wanted to have me. Like this. In my real, devilish form.

I was going to make sure that every single one of those monster fantasies in her pretty pink head became a reality.

I set her to her feet, backing her against the wall. I didn’t want to look at her face, afraid that I’d see something that made a lie of her words, but I found I could not help myself. I needed to know that she truly did want this.

Her eyes glittered with desire, her pupils so large her blue eyes were almost black.

“You’re certain, Mouse?” I whispered.

She smirked, her hand reaching for the throbbing bulge in my breeches. “The most certain I could be.”

I growled as I reached behind her, twisting a knob of rock.

She gasped as water gushed over us, trickling between those perfect tits. Little runnels of red sluicing from her face into the dark crevice of her cleavage.

“What are you⁠—”

“You will clean every skerrick of red from your skin.” When she gaped at me, bedraggled and beautiful and … delightfully shocked … under the spray, I grinned evilly, looming over her. “Do it now, or I will do it for you.”

Her shock morphed into something greedy, and she leaned back against the wall, arching her back so her breasts strained against the corset. I swore I caught a tiny peek of pebbled nipple, and my cock swelled desperately against the ties of my breeches.

“Dare you,” she purred.

35. Let Me Play with My Pretty Mouse

Chapter 35

Let Me Play with My Pretty Mouse

Jemma

His eyes darkened, and his grin turned feral. It should probably have worried me, but all I could muster was awareness of everywhere his huge, hot, red body made contact with mine.