Page 18 of The Price of Power

But still not enough to ask for it directly.

“I want to watch them have sex,” I said.

Gabriel gave a disappointed tsk. “No, you don’t.”

“I do,” I insisted.

Keeping one hand on my cunt, he lifted the other to encircle my neck. Strangely, there was nothing threatening about the move, nothing violent, and I found myself effortlessly submitting to his commanding touch as he pulled me back until I was flush against his chest.

“No, Liv,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence. “What you want is to watch them fuck while I fuck you.”

“Yes. Oh God, yes.” He was right. That was exactly what I wanted. I don’t think I’d ever wanted anything more.

“So say it,” he demanded.

I bit into my lip, nearly wild with want. “Fuck me, Gabriel.”

He tsked again, his hold on me tightening. “Good girls say please.”

Holy shit. I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could stand. Everything inside me felt tight enough to snap.

“Please, fuck me, Gabriel. Please.”

This time, he didn’t answer with words. Instead, his fingers fell away from my clit, and a second later, I felt him unzipping his pants. Releasing his hold on my neck, he pushed me back up to a sitting position.

This time, I wasn’t surprised to see the couple behind the glass in the same position. I was too wrapped up in the moment to care about the whys or hows.

At this point, it was strangely natural to look into the mirror and follow the movements of the couple on the other side. I lifted myself up on my knees as she rose up. And when she slid down, impaling herself on her partner’s hardened cock, I?—

“Oh my God!”

My cry reverberated through the room.

There had been other men before. Maybe not a ton, but some. But none came close to the feel of Gabriel filling me up and stretching me tight.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t the only one caught up in the moment. Behind me, Gabriel let out a sound that was downright primal.

At first, I tried my best to match the motions of the woman in the mirror, but in the end, I couldn’t keep up. After all, she was a practiced professional, and matching her stroke for stroke wasn’t something I could do.

But Gabriel wasn’t about to let fantasy die.

Grabbing onto my waist, he guided me, helping me keep up with her punishing rhythm. Even when the pleasure became so intense that I didn’t think I could keep myself upright any longer. Then, he simply used his strength to keep me up and going.

I wasn’t sure how much I could take. Desire built up inside me until I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could barely breathe.

And then, with a snap, everything inside me broke.

My back arched, and my eyes closed as the most piercing pleasure I’d ever known swept through me. My whole body shook as I tightened around Gabriel, gripping his cock. It was almost as if my soul was desperate to keep him at my core. I bucked and trembled as he roared as loud as any animal. It was all so intense that I struggled to breathe as his heat filled me.

I don’t know how long the moment lasted, somewhere between a few seconds and eternity itself. All I knew was that even before the waves of fulfillment had fully subsided, something inside me had changed.

There was no pretending otherwise.

I’d gone into this night as a levelheaded adult. A responsible, professional woman. The only reasonable one in my family.

And now?

Well, now I wasn’t sure any of those descriptors applied. Not after what I’d just done.

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