Page 43 of Princess Broken

She laughs full out. “Could be, I guess. But no, hands free is not my particular thing.”

I nod, hoping she’ll elaborate.

“What I meant—” She tips her head. “As far as I know, no one has ever touched them during sex.”

“What? Why?” My mind is swimming again.

“The psychos only use one position. They go in from behind. They always bend women over something. Use their feet to spread the female’s legs wide and their massive size and weight to immobilize them. Dominance. It’s their thing.”

“Dominance.” The word comes out in a whisper.

“A week ago, I saw Phil going at it…” She whistles. “I’ve never seen anyone fuck that hard or that fast, or for that long.”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “Shit. After it was over, the chick told me she’d come six or seven times. But watching, I’d guess it was closer to a baker’s dozen. In fact, based on the sounds she made and the way she was shaking, I’m not sure she stopped coming the whole damn time. And it went on for over an hour.”

Coming? Oh yes. The colloquial term for an orgasm.

I’m not sure I know how an orgasm feels. Timur asked me if I’d had one each time he finished penetrating me, and each time I nodded, not wanting him to believe he hadn’t pleased me. But today, I felt something up against that wall that went far beyond anything I felt with Timur.

But that can’t have been an orgasm. I don’t feel that way about Phil, plus we didn’t have sex.

Gracen licks her lips again. “Not gonna lie, watching Phil fuck was super hot. He had one hand over the girl’s shoulder, the other one tucked between her legs, and he used his arms and body in opposition to power his thrusts.” She motions, pulling her arms down toward her torso.

“He kept going for-fucking-ever, then pulled out before he shot his massive load. His spunk landed all over her back and the chair he had her bent over. But he was zipped up and out of the room before the chick had a chance to realize he was no longer inside her.”

“How…how do you know that?” My head is spinning.

“For like ten minutes after he left, the chick was still bent over, her ass pulsing up and down, her body shaking, her cunt gaping like he was still inside her. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Did he…did Phil hurt her?”

“Not in any way she didn’t like.” Gracen winks. “Once she regained use of her legs, she went running after him, begging for round two, but he was long gone.”

“Not checking in on the woman after. That seems…rude.” The word feels inadequate to describe Phil’s alleged behavior, but my mind is clogged with lewd images, making it hard to think.

“From what I’ve heard, it was well worth it.”

I close my eyes, trying to absorb the information and to still the pulsing between my legs.

I’m still discovering how my body’s sex organs work, the signals they send. And the pulsing inside me now must be my body’s way to express gratitude that these men have promised not to have sex with me. Because what Gracen’s described is not something I’d ever want—or allow.

And yet, the images keep looping through my imagination, and my upper thighs are soaking wet.

Chapter Sixteen

Flame

“What do you think they’re talking about in there?” Blade stares at the entrance to the clothes exchange, a longing in his eyes like I haven’t seen since we were little boys.

Back then, Blade was missing his mother, and while today’s longing is equally palpable, it burns with a very different kind of desire.

Blade’s not only attracted to Ana, he cares about our client. And that spells big trouble.

Striking a match, I hold my index finger in the flame until it’s extinguished, but neither that minor pain or the lure of the fire erases the even bigger problem. I care about our client too.

Ana is fierce and brave for one so tiny. In many ways she’s innocent, yet also worldly and wise and, even in these difficult circumstances, she exudes a strong sense of hope. I have no reference to imagine the pain she must be feeling so soon after losing her mate.

“Don’t eavesdrop,” Crusher says gruffly.

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