Page 120 of Until I Own You

“Oh my god, Bridget, are you okay?”

Seth pulls back on the intensity of the vibrator, thank god, which gives me a moment to recalibrate myself.

I need to go somewhere private. Breathe. Splash cold water on my face.

I can’t take a second longer of this torture. I need to go. Now.

I push myself away from the table. “Sorry. I…”

Jack and Abigail look horrified.

Seth gloats from the end of the table, a smirk on his lips and a darkness in his eyes.

I touch my forehead. “Migraine. Suddenly. I need to go take something.”

“You sit, Jack will get it for you,” Abigail offers.

Jack doesn’t hesitate and starts to rise from his chair.

“No!” I shoot up to standing and wave my hands. “I got it. You don’t know where anything is in my room and–”

Their faces are all blurring through my tears of pleasure welling in my eyes.

Need to get out of here.

Need to be alone.

I turn on my heel and rush back inside, weaving around the two servers who are coming to collect dishes.

They both nearly drop their trays.

I mutter a quick apology, not bothering to look back as I head upstairs to my room.

Once in my private sanctum, I can’t think. I can hardly breathe.

I need to take this out of me. Now. I can’t…

I reach under my dress, grab hold of the toy, and ease it out of me.

I have to keep my breath measured. Everything is swollen and tight down there.

I drop the released toy on the bed and let out a heavy sigh.

Seth’s voice swoons from the doorway. “Did I tell you to take that out?”

I start to turn. “Seth–”

“Hands on the bed.”

My body feels lighter all of a sudden.

“You know what happens when you break my rules, pet.”

Warmth pricks my cheeks.

“Yes, Sir.”

Seth comes up behind me, touches my shoulders. His fingers skim down my arms.

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