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Who the fuck knew? I just work here.

“You must tell me what you want, Eden.”

I sucked in a shuddering breath, trying to find my voice. “Yes, please. Please make me come.”

“Please make you come, what?” he countered as he ran a hand down my thigh. Even through my jeans, it was still hot as fuck, and my brain sputtered, trying to figure what he might be asking for.

Did he want me to use his name, or call him king? Sir? Daddy?

Blech. No. I drew the line at that one.

“Uh, please make me come, Julian?”

“We’ll work on it,” he said and ripped my pants off my legs.

There was no mirror this time. I couldn’t see what he was doing. I could only close my eyes and enjoy the fucking ride.

He released my hair and slid his hand around my throat. “Do you like this?” he asked.

Fuck! Yes, I fucking liked that! How could he even ask? “Yes,” I breathed and arced my butt into him.

Lady Bean hummed with approval as Julian tightened his grip just a fraction. “Good. That’s a very good girl.”

She about near combusted with that one. I whimpered, wetness dripping down my leg.

Praise kink—unlocked.

Who knew?

Other men had tried the same. Other men had tried to turn me on with dirty talk or calling me a good girl or rough stuff, and it had just been…

Fine.

OK.

Mediocre to the point I thought I didn’t have any kinks. That I was as vanilla as they came.

But this man.

This vampire.

This king.

He did things to me I didn’t think were possible, and that was after I’d discovered how awesome vampire sex was.

Julian brutally kicked my legs farther apart, pitching me forward, so I was pressed against the back of the sofa.

His hand slid up the inside of my thigh, pausing when he reached my slickness. “Good God, Eden. I’ve never met anyone who gets so wet so fast.”

That’s right. Just call me Madame Lube Factory, I guess.

Julian hunched over me, body pressing against my ass and back. His lips grazed my ear as he spoke, low and grumbly. “I was going to take my time with you, but I don’t think I can hold out.”

Another pitiful whimper of delight passed my lips. But that whimper was soon swallowed up by a big, guttural groan when Julian grabbed me by the hip and smashed into me.

I might have blacked out for a second.

Rainbow flashes danced behind my eyes, and Julian plowed into me, taking my body. His cock was exactly right within me, seemingly made to hit my g-spot and stretch me to the precise balance of pleasurable pain.