Page 46 of Savage Prince
I spin on my heel and almost wobble right off it when I realize I’m not alone. A man stands just inside the doorway.My stranger.
“Why don’t you want him to touch her?” The question comes out in almost a mocking tone in that deep, rasping voice. One corner of his mouth curls up in a smirk. “Wishing you had all those hands on you instead?”
“You.” It comes out like a curse. “You—”
He pushes off the door and steps toward me, his gaze predatory. “That’s right. Me. Only me.”
Power rolls off him in waves, and I remember what Magnolia said about him being dangerous.
“I thought you were done with me. Decided to move on to something new and different.” I’m not sure what prompts my honesty, but I have nothing to lose by telling the truth.
He doesn’t slow, and instinctively, I back up until my shoulders hit the glass of the two-way mirror.
“Why would I move on when I haven’t gotten nearly enough of you?” He traps me against the glass, then turns the question around on me. “Why areyouhere? Looking for something new and different?”
I lift my chin. “Maybe I got tired of waiting.”
He cups the back of my neck, curling his fingers under my chin. “We can’t have that.”
He releases his hold on me only to pick me up and lift me into the air.
“What—”
“You wanted to watch, we’re going to watch, and I’m going to make you wait until all of them come before you get what you want. Time to teach you some patience.”
He settles into the corner cushion of the sofa with me cradled in his arms, both my legs over one thigh and my ass resting on the other.
“But—”
“Watch.”
He turns my chin to face the trio, where one man is still trying to get the man in the corner to participate.
“So you thought that was me? Sitting in the corner, getting ready to jack off while I watch them both take her?”
“Maybe,” I whisper.
“You were jealous.” It’s not a question, but a statement.
“Does it matter?” I look up at him and his pale gaze meets mine.
“It makes me fucking hard to know that you were pissed thinking about it.”
“Then why the lesson in patience?”
“Because I’m a perverse son of a bitch, and I want to make us both suffer.” He drags his tongue over his full bottom lip. “I’m not going to fuck you until you’re dying for it. Maybe we’ll let them watch us to warm them up for round two.”
His suggestion slams into my chest like a freight train. “What? That’s not—”
“Not what? Something that makes your pulse hammer?” He reaches out to press his thumb against my throat. “Because you’re lying if you say yes.”
“I’m not ready for that.”
He strokes my skin. “Nowthat,I believe. Watch.” He turns my face back toward the window.
One man has his face buried in the woman’s pussy, and she moans while the other holds her thighs apart.
“Have you ever imagined what it’d be like to have two men touching you?”
