Chapter 9: Kingpin’s Nanny: Chapter 9

I elbow the door closed behind us, careful not to slam it since Ivy is just down the hallway, and for the first time in forever, I breathe easily.

I have her. Bella is mine.

Tempting as it is to throw her on the bed and get inside her as quickly as possible in a bare, raw, animalistic claim, she’s put me through hell this evening. My teasing little minx.

I slide her down my body, relishing her every softness against where I’m hard. Especially my erection, that digs into her tummy. Then I set her onto her feet and step backwards. I rake my gaze over her, not restraining my need.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I demand. “Say you meant it when you said you wanted me. Love me.”

“All of it,” she answers immediately.

“I don’t deserve you.” She’s far, far too good for me. But I will seize every bit of sweetness I can. I will ravage her.

Motioning for her to remain still, I step to the bed, then sit on the edge, arms crossed.

“Take off your clothes, like you did when you thought I was a stranger.” My voice is harsh. I know she was thinking of me, but she doesn’t realise how close she came to getting men killed because they’d seen the body that was meant for me.

Her hands shake as she reaches for the hem of her T-shirt and slowly drags it up, obeying beautifully.

The second that it goes over her head is deliciously vulnerable. She’s revealed, her body exposed, and she can’t see my reaction. Bella knows this time that she’s taking her clothes off only for me, and that I’m going to take her virginity.

It’s so much trust.

Then the moment passes, and she tosses away the T-shirt and licks her lips nervously. I grapple with the instinct to reassure her. Instead, I palm my cock through my trousers as I drag my gaze over her.

I saw her naked on that screen, but here before me, she is perfection. Her tits are small but perky, her hips flare out, and her belly is slightly rounded. So fucking young and breedable, she’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.

“And your knickers.”

She nods eagerly and slips the innocent scrap of white cotton down her legs, bending and giving me a magnificent view as her hair cascades forwards and then she reveals the V of her legs where I’m going to rut her. Fuck, I needed this. It’s all I can do not to fall on her like an animal, but she has some penance to pay.

When she straightens, her brow furrows.

“I want to see you naked too,” she whispers, a little uncertain.

“You have to earn that,” I reply cooly.

Her eyes go wide. “How?”

“Come here.”

She’s mid step when I snap, “No.”

She freezes.

“You were very bad,” I growl. “You were willing to give some other man what I own. The sight of your pretty body, your attention when you orgasmed⁠—”

“I was only ever thinking of you—” she protests, and I can see the honesty in her face. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let her off.

“Crawl to me.”