by Nora Flite
“Wait,” she said quickly, struggling to face me. I didn’t let her. “Hold on. What are you doing?”
Binding her hands in one of mine, I hooked the top of her skirt with my other. “What I promised I’d do from the start.” I pulled it lower, a mere inch, showing me the fishtail of her black thong. My cock swelled painfully. “Taking your clothes off for you.”
She was breathing heavily, her heart ramming audibly against her ribs. My mouth was a tingling mess, and my senses were getting fried. But no matter how this girl was turning me on—and fuck, she really was—I was done playing games.
It didn’t matter if Scotch was terrified.
What she wanted paled when it came to keeping my family safe.
Once upon a time, I would have been a king.
Now?
I’m just a monster.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Photo © 2016 Kristen Carter
A USA Today bestselling author, Nora Flite lives in Southern California, where the weather is warm and she doesn’t have to shovel snow—something she never grew to love in her tiny home state of Rhode Island. All her romances involve passionate, filthy, and slightly obsessive heroes—because those are clearly the best kind! She’s always been a writer, and you’ll probably have to pry her keyboard/pen/magical future writing device out of her cold, dead fingers before she’ll stop. Visit her at www.NoraFlite.com, or drop her a line at [email protected].
