Page 40 of Defiant Queen (Mount Trilogy 2)
Mount reaches up and grips my chin. He stares into my eyes as though he’s peering into my mind to find the real truth.
“I swear to you, I’m telling the truth.”
He searches my face, and he must find something that appeases him because he releases his hold on me. “I believe you.”
His words send shock waves rolling through me. “You do?”
“You’re a shitty liar at best. And I saw the footage. He might want to fuck you, but he wasn’t threatening you. He’s safe.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank—”
Before I can get the word you out, Mount spins me around and grips the back of my neck to press me forward until my breasts touch my desk.
“But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel like reminding you that I’m the only man who touches you.” He leans down, his words a rumble against my ear. “You. Are. Mine.”
I release another harsh breath, but it doesn’t have anything to do with fear. In fact, I should be ashamed at how fast my body switches gears. At my very core—my deepest, darkest secret depths—this is what I’ve always wanted. Always. A man who wants me with this intense ferocity and makes damn sure I know that I belong to him and only him.
But why does it have to be this man?
It’s a question I have no answer to, yet I can’t help but mouth off to him anyway. Mount expects nothing less from me. And for some reason, my rebellion always makes things hotter.
“You don’t own me.”
Mount yanks the hem of my dress up and tugs my thong down. “That’s where you’re fucking wrong.”
His palm slaps my right cheek, the smack just hard enough to sting but not enough to cause true pain. Instead, a bloom of heat follows, and my inner muscles clench at the sensation I’ve come to crave. Mount delivers smack after smack before stopping to massage my ass and the decadent burn he caused.
I try to stifle the moan, but it escapes against my will. His hand slides between my legs, and he growls at the wetness he finds.
“You can deny it all you want, but we both know you love this. Unlike your smart little mouth, your body always tells the truth.”
I can’t say anything because he’s right. I do love it. When he releases his hold on me for a moment, I lift up, but he quickly grips my shoulder.
“I didn’t say you could move. We aren’t even close to done here.”
Shivers ripple across my skin, and my nipples pebble in my bra as he pushes me back down. This is the hold of the man from that night at the masquerade. The one who took me up against a wall, never letting me turn around. The man who gave me everything I needed, and because of that night, I thought I eloped with him.
Now I know I was wrong. I was wrong about everything . . . except this.
This is what I want. What I need.
The hiss of Mount’s zipper breaks the silence between the hammering beats of my heart, making me anticipate his touch. He pushes a thick finger inside me, circling my piercing until I’m writhing on my desk. Then he pulls it away to rim my asshole.
“Where’s the plug?”
“I took it out like you said.”
“Where is it?”
I lick my lips, debating how I’m going to answer the question. While I’m contemplating, he squeezes a still-burning cheek of my ass.
“In the bottom left drawer with the lube. I cleaned it before I wrapped it up and hid it.”
“Good girl. Because now you’re going to find out what it’s like to be fucked with both your holes filled.”
Another rush of moisture floods my center. Another secret dirty fantasy of mine.
He releases his hold and opens the desk drawer I just described. A few seconds later, lube coats my asshole, and he slides the plug inside as he teases my pussy. It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to writhe on the desk and beg.
