Page 48 of Savage Prince
I attempt to focus on the scene in front of me. The woman is on her knees, her hands on the thighs of the man from the corner, as one of the other men takes her from behind. The third man sits on the cushion, his hand wrapped around his cock, watching. But instead of watching them, he’s staring directly at the window as though he can see right through it to me.
A shiver races down my spine, but instead of being scared, I revel in it.
What if he could see me? What would I do?
I spread my legs wider, and my stranger groans in approval.
He pulls back. “You taste so fucking good.” He uses his thumbs to part my lips, and then one of his thumbs ventures into no man’s land, skimming over my virgin hole.
“What—”
His eyes flare with heat as I jump. He says nothing as he does it again, spreading my own slickness across it.
I squirm on the couch, trying to pull away.
“Goddamn, you’re sweet.” His lips curl into a smirk. “But taking your ass for the first time is going to be even sweeter.”
“How do you know I haven’t—” I attempt to sound more experienced, but my words are cut off as he adds pressure to his thumb, almost breaching the tight ring.
“Because you can’t hold still. Not sure if you want to run, or push back and find out exactly how it feels. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
He lowers his face back between my legs, sucking my clit and teasing my asshole until I’m ready to break apart. I can’t focus on the scene before me. I don’t care about anything but the orgasm that’s bearing down on me.
As I arch my back and embrace it, he pushes the tip of his thumb into my ass, warping the pleasure into something even hotter.
My moan turns sharp on the edges, a cross between a scream and a plea for mercy.
But he has none. He keeps pushing me until my body goes limp.
When he rises to his feet, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Now you’re ready.”
He picks me up and carries me around the back of the sofa and presses me forward. He yanks my dress up over my ass, and I hear the crinkle of foil as the room on the other side of the window goes black.
“What’s going on?” I ask. His comment from earlier,what if they could see us, comes to the forefront of my thoughts.
“Put on a show. Let them know just how damn good it feels. Let them hear it.”
“But—”
“I dare you.” He reaches around the front of my dress and tugs down the neckline, letting my tits spill free. “I won’t share you, but I’ll let you pretend.”
When he pushes inside me, I imagine the four of them watching me. It’s a fantasy I didn’t know I had.
When I come again, it’s even harder than before, and I know it’s because ofhim.
Not the club. Not the games.
Just. Him.
Shit.
Chapter 21
Temperance
He lowers me onto the couch and strides toward a connected room. When I hear water running, I assume that it’s a bathroom.
The first time I was here, when he stepped out of the room, I ran like I’d been scalded. Tonight, though, I hate the idea of leaving. I hate the idea of him leaving. I want to stay and soak this up and pretend it’s more than what it is.
