Page 192 of Indecent Obsession
“I’ll keep you honest, princess.” He unhooks my diamond necklace, sliding it against my skin like a caress, and hands it to Dante, who slips it into his pocket as we step out into the office reception area.
While Dante unbuttons his shirt, he nods at Finn, who steps behind me and finds the fastenings of my dress. The silk slides down my breasts and hips to pool on the floor. Finn kisses my shoulder and his fingertips ghost over my hip, sending shivers rippling through me.
Wyatt steps up in front of me. He holds the front of my neck and I lift my chin for him.
“How do you make any of this stop?” His thumb traces my throbbing pulse. I search his dark eyes, feeling the fire inside me burn even hotter.
“Mercy or red to stop. Yellow if I need to pause.”
He leans down so his cheek brushes mine. His breath flutters the hair beside my ear as he exhales. “I respect you and enjoy fucking you, but I’ll take you hard and fast, trouble. You’ll have bruises on your body tomorrow from how I’m going to fuck you. Don’t expect to come. This is about my pleasure. Do you understand?”
My pussy grows even wetter at his words. “Yes, sir.”
He groans and his fingers tighten just slightly on my throat, making it a little harder to breathe, giving me a buzzing, dizzy feeling. That he wants me this much makes my insides pulse with need. I want him to take what he wants from me. It’s all I ever wanted.
Drawing back, he meets my gaze. My heart clatters at what I see there. It’s desire and obsession and something softer that he probably doesn’t want me to acknowledge.
“After, I’ll take care of you.” He releases the pressure and slides his fingers from my throat.
My skin burns with the absence of his touch.
“We’re not going to calmly wait for you to find us, pip.” Dante tips my chin his way. His smile is a little feral and it sends sparks through my naked body. “We’ll hunt you as you hunt us.”
Fuck. I don’t know if this is my kink but I’m willing to find out.
“What about the security cameras?” I glance up, realizing I’m naked in their offices.
Finn steps forward with his shirt in his hand. His chest is bare and I don’t resist putting my hands on his solid muscles, feeling them twitch beneath my fingertips.
He pulls the shirt around my shoulders and I slip my arms in it, loving the feel of his warmth surrounding me. “They’ve been turned off.”
“Hmm.” I lift my gaze to his green eyes.
His chuckle is dark as he buttons the shirt. When he finishes, he pulls me into him and kisses me until my knees barely hold me up. I slide my hands around the back of his neck, digging my fingers into his hair. Moaning into his mouth, I need more. Want his touch everywhere.
“You’re addictive,” he whispers against my lips. He grabs my hair and tugs it back gently. “I’m going to fuck that sweet cunt and fill you so fucking full, flower.”
When he steps away, he hits the light switch, leaving only the dim security lights on. The others aren’t nearby. I spin in a circle.
“Two minutes or less, Sara.” Finn smirks. “And you might want to lose the shoes.”
I walk over to a waiting room chair and take off my high heels, setting them next to my discarded dress. It’s not like I have a phone or anything to actually time the two minutes out.
Counting to one hundred should be enough. When I begin to count, something shuffles off to my right and then something shuffles to my left. Fear crawls through my veins, creeping over my skin, but the guys wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t safe.
The office is dark and I’m alone. It sends a shiver through me. Hiding in the darkness are my guys who I can’t wait to fuck. But I know Wyatt wants my resistance. It would ruin the game if I just ran up to him and begged him to fuck me.
After the years I spent trying to get him, it’s his turn to work for it. He’s held me down and I enjoyed it. I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever these men do to me.
Fuck, I lost track of my count. I don’t want to try to start again as I look around the darkened office. The security lights provide little more than a night light would. A shiver races down my spine at how dark it will be when I leave this area.
Fuck it, I’m done waiting.
As I walk barefoot toward our offices, a rush of heat flows over me. They’re going to fuck me here, where we work. Not gently. My hands shake and my pulse skitters. The ice maker in the break room drops a bunch of fresh ice cubes, making me jump in my skin.
I should have drunk more tonight, then I’d be able to be cool and calm instead of a jittery mess. A noise makes me press my back against the wall. Even though I’m supposedly the hunter, I definitely feel like the hunted currently.
Drawing in a breath, I put my hand over my heart, trying to slow its rapid beats. A door closes behind me back toward reception. Fuck this. I run in the opposite direction toward the guys’ offices.
