Page 157 of Unchained

And then the menace spits the champagne into my mouth. I swallow, letting it fizz down my throat, and before I can take a breath, she crashes her lips over mine.

“Please, G. Give me more.”

The heat from her pussy over my dick is driving me insane.

“No. I’m going to tease you until our new friend arrives.”

I groan in utter frustration. “Then call down and find out how long he’s going to be,” I hiss through gritted teeth.

She sits back upright and runs her hand over her crotchless panties, her mouth dropping open. She’s trying to kill me.

“Oh, Colt. I’m soaked.”

A growl erupts from my chest, and I clench my fists above my head. “Gianna. You might have to tie me up. I don’t know if I can do this.” My voice comes out strained.

She withdraws her fingers and slides them in my mouth. I suck them clean, her sweet juices coating my tongue.

“How do I taste?” she purrs.

“Like heaven.”

The door clicks, and her head snaps in that direction.

“And look, my prayers have been answered,” I mutter.

She slaps my chest, but I don’t bother following her eyeline. I’m watching her reaction to him. That’ll tell me all I need to know.

She tracks him from his head to his legs, and she nods with appreciation. But that’s it. There’s no fire in her eyes like she has for me.

He closes the door, and the atmosphere charges around us.

“I’m Saint.” His deep voice cuts through.

Gianna swallows, her eyes searching mine. For reassurance, I think. This is new to her. She might be one of the most ruthless and powerful women in the world outside of this space, but here, she’s new. She’s discovering herself.

So I give one simple nod. It’s why I haven’t moved an inch. She hasn’t instructed me to. She needs to know I will listen. I am hers to use.

She snaps her attention back to Saint. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she says flatly.

“I’ll fix that, miss.”

She scrunches up her cute nose. “You can call me G.”

And he’s already acting on her command.

Turning her attention back to me, my heart pounds. “You’ve got this, sweetheart.” I wink.

She blushes in response. Her gaze darts between me, lying beneath her, and Saint standing behind me.

“Colten, I think you should make Saint feel welcome.”

I already know Saint's limits; they called up to the room and gave me a list once he accepted our terms. It pretty much aligns with what I’m into. He’s a submissive. He gives and receives. His only hard limit is fire play, which we have no intention of delving into tonight. The only time I like to play with flames is when I’m burning down restaurants with my wife.

“How would you like me to do that?” I ask.

She nibbles on her lip, tapping her fingers on my chest. “I’ll let you take the lead with Saint. I want to watch, and if I want to see something different, I’ll tell you, and you’ll listen to me.”

Fuck. I’m about to come.