Naughty Little Gift -- A Temptation Court Novella (Temptation Court, Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

at court who helps our family rise the highest. Any ‘dalliance’ before that time, especially with an American investor who was only here for three days, would wag enough tongues to lower his asking price for me.”
    I don’t even try to contain a disgusted growl. “Like a fucking virgin offered to a dragon.” When her reply is nothing but extended tension, my head jerks up. “Wait. Shit. Because you really are still a…” Her eyes confirm it in a second. God damn …her eyes. Those wide blue depths, such a turn-on for me from the start, ignite me to shaking lust now. Openness and honesty, because she is open and honest.
    And a virgin.
    A thought—like so many others that have struck about her—that should horrify the hell out of me.
    But doesn’t.
    Holy hell…just the opposite.
    The idea of being the first man to fill her…to bring her to the bliss that will convulse her walls around my cock, make her scream my name as I pump my hot release deep inside her body…
    Crap. Shit. Fuck.
    You’ve had enough, sailor. Time to close out the tab and wobble on home.
    Somebody needs to tell that to the breathtaking blonde now pushing from the wall and pressing her body against mine, that gaze again betraying so many of her thoughts. At least the ones betraying the exact match of her fantasies to mine.
    Crap. Shit. Fuck.
    No.
    “I want to give it to you, Cassian.” She slips her hand up to my neck, working those slender, seeking fingers beneath my shirt. “You know that, yes?”
    Hell.
    Now she curls her heated touch into the ends of my hair, awkwardly at first, as if she’s just learned the move from movies and is shocked that it works…that such a small gesture has pierced my entire body, slicing into my cock—pulsing heavily between our bodies. Her lips part on the sexiest gasp I’ve ever heard. The flare of her gaze ensues, making my dick swell again.
    “Creator’s sweet stars,” she whispers. “Would it even fit?”
    “Holy fuck .”
    It’s all I can say—fortunately, all I have to say. She opens her mouth before I even descend, an invitation to plunge with every wet, needing inch of my tongue, embedding her taste into me…gifting me with her soft supplication. And goddammit, I take it. Every inch, every drop, every taste I can possibly steal.
    Because it’s all I’ll get to take from her.
    All I’ll allow myself to take.
    Because despite how much I want her, I refuse to ruin her. Refuse to even think of what her life could be like, if she is of no use to her father’s master plan of Arcadian commercial dominance.
    Pathetic bastard.
    Will he even listen if I tell him it’s a losing track? That he’ll attain his goal, only to want something beyond it? Right. Shaking a spider in its web often just makes the spider work harder—making life hell for its prey.
    With a rough moan, I tear myself from her kiss. On legs that shake, step back from her. Then again. Force my hand into a quivering claw, pulling her grip off my neck. But before I set her fingers completely free, I push my face against her palm and impale her gaze with the unmitigated fire in my own.
    “It would fit, sweet Circe.”
    She smiles, acknowledging the illicit imagery I invoke—but winces, recognizing what I do. We’ll never act on the words. “Circe.” she finally echoes. “The Greek sorceress? The one who transformed her enemies into animals?”
    I answer with a growl into her hand. She tries to hide the answering quiver down her body. Fails miserably.
    “But you are not my enemy.”
    “But you have turned me wild.”
    Her breath catches. In the exquisite silence that follows, sneaks her tongue between her lips.
    “ Cassian .”
    My own name has never brought me more heat, more tension…more arousal. Two syllables, and my whole system is heated by another ten degrees…and my cock now throbs against the plane of her belly.
    I groan. She whimpers. But the temptation to shove her back, hike her dress to her waist and take