Page 168 of Indecent Obsession
They leave through the front door. Peabody goes and settles in his bed while I try to cool off. I’m going to be in trouble tonight.
A door opens and I don’t turn to look at him. Fuck, if I can’t take seeing Finn and Dante in tuxes without wanting to fall to my knees, I won’t be strong enough to handle knowing Wyatt is mine while he’s holding another woman.
“What the fuck are you wearing, trouble?” His voice is a low growl, sending shivers through me.
I draw in his leather scent, feeling it surrounding me. I could drown in him.
He tips my chin up to meet his dark eyes. His gaze devours me until I can barely think. When he leans in close, his jaw brushes mine.
“Tonight, when we come home, I’m going to punish you for every man that looks at what’s mine.”
He pulls back and our eyes lock. I whimper in need. Because fuck. Him in a suit is good, but him in a tux makes my insides go liquid. He should come with some sort of warning sign.
His thumb brushes over my jaw.
My voice suddenly rushes back. “Maybe I’ll punish you for every woman that covets what’s mine.”
He growls low in his throat. His hand wraps around the front of my neck. My thighs press together against the ache. “Game on, trouble.”
Chapter 47
Third Party Guarantee
Sara
“I want to fuck you so hard right now.” Wyatt’s words are soft, but they make everything in me straighten to attention.
“Wait until later, fuck buddy.” Drew’s voice alerts us to his presence, but I don’t look away from Wyatt.
Wyatt’s dark eyes search mine for a second and then he steps back, releasing me. My bones feel liquefied by his intensity, but I catch my breath and turn to look at Drew.
My lips part. Yeah, I’m never going to make it through the car ride with these four. Drew’s light brown hair is styled back and his tux is a dark blue. His smile is cocky. He looks like what every wealthy man hopes to look like. Expensive without a fucking care.
His tux fits him like a glove. Other women are going to notice him. They’re going to want him. But he’s mine.
He closes the distance between us and draws me away from the wall. “I’ve never seen such a lovely princess.”
His eyes heat me as they take in every inch. He circles me instead of making me turn for him. His hand trails over my ass cheeks and I suck in a breath at the bolt of lust that fires through me.
Our eyes lock and he smirks. “Everyone will envy me and wish they could be as beautiful as you.”
“I’m already regretting having a date for tonight.” Finn moves in to trap me between the two of them. “Imagine her naked in only these diamonds.”
He lifts a strand on my back and I shiver at the brush of it against my skin.
“She’ll be exquisite. Someone to worship.” Drew teases his fingers against my neck. “Those diamonds barely qualify to touch her skin.”
My breath catches. I keep waiting for him to tell me how slutty I look. My whole life I’ve been told I’m beautiful. That someday someone will make me his wife. That I’ll be someone’s trophy. I love that Drew doesn’t see that.
Yes, I realize he sees it. That him wanting me has to do with my acceptability to be on his arm. But there’s a part of me that really gets off on him calling me a whore. I don’t want to be the shiny doll someone puts on the shelf to be admired by everyone else. It’s the role I was born into, but it never fit.
I want to be his sex toy. I want to be used by him, by them. To be desirable not for my trust fund or the weight of my status in this society, but for my body, for his pleasure. It wouldn’t feel the same if the others called me a slut or a whore. It would feel like they’re trying to wound me. But Drew, I know he likes me. I know he wants me. I know he respects me.
He doesn’t say it to make me feel less than. He says it because he wants me to know he desires me, and he loves that I desire him with the same intensity.
His eyes flash with heat. “I’m sorry, princess, but tonight you get worshipped. You can go back to being my whore tomorrow, but I don’t think a man alive would call you anything but divine in this.”
My insides heat. Finn groans and puts his head on my shoulder.
