Page 72 of The Forbidden Trio

“Good girl.”

He felt the small shiver that ran through her at those words, and knew she was every bit the submissive he’d always thought she was, and maybe even more than she knew herself. He wanted to do everything with her, wanted to see how she responded to the flogger, the whip, the chains he loved. And more than anything, his knives—something he had no way of knowing she was up for, even given her kink experience. But tonight, he was going to get to touch her, which was something he’d dreamed of since the last time he’d had her under his hands.

Nine long years.

Too damn long.

“Come upstairs with me,” he said, taking her hand.

“Upstairs?”

“I have an apartment on the top floor.”

“How handy.” She turned to smile at him.

She was so damn beautiful.

“Right now, yeah, it is.”

The building had an old cage elevator, and there was something a little kinky about it, as he led her inside and slammed the metal gate shut. The lift gave a small creak, and up they went. He brushed a kiss across her smooth cheek, felt her answering shiver under his lips. Lord, this woman was so responsive—she’d be an incredible sub. He feathered another kiss across her full lips, just a small, brief moment of contact. If he lingered on her mouth any longer, he’d never be able to resist throwing her up against the wall and fucking her right there in the elevator.

Oh yeah.

He swept her hair back and smoothed his palm around the back of her neck, then leaned in to really kiss her. Her mouth opened for him instantly and he found her tongue with his. She tasted like fucking heaven. Like every fantasy he’d ever had of her, based on what he remembered from all those years ago.

Aster.

Her hands went to his shoulders, then slid into the front of his shirt, and her palms on his skin were almost too much to take. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them at her sides, and she went loose all over, like the good sub she was, as he watched her green eyes go hazy with need.

That look was the breaking point for him. He swept the narrow straps of her pretty dress from her shoulders, baring her breasts, and Christ, had they always been so spectacular? Full and rounded, not too large, with the most succulent pink nipples he’d ever seen. He filled his hands with that gorgeous flesh, then lowered his head and took one hard nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking, letting his teeth graze the tip. She sighed in response, her breath starting to come in short pants.

“Yes, Max. Please,” she said with a small moan.

That was all he needed. He sucked harder, nipped at the swollen tip, and she arched her lovely body into him. He pressed her back against the wall, and kissed her mouth, her long, slender throat, glorying in the taste of her skin.

“I need more, beautiful girl,” he murmured.

Oh yeah, a lot more. He needed to taste everything.

Every. Thing.

He kissed her shoulders, her breasts once more, then released her wrists as he trailed his mouth down her stomach, smiling when the muscles tightened, when she fisted her hands in his hair. He grabbed her luscious bottom, pulling her in hard, and her pelvis, draped in the fallen green silk, pressed against his chest. She felt fucking amazing. He wanted her.Neededher. Some things would have to wait. His mouth couldn’t.

He sank to his knees and ran his tongue over her taut abs, delved into her belly button, digging his fingers into her fine ass cheeks before bringing his hands around to slide her dress from her body, leaving her in nothing but her pretty gold high heels.

“I love that you’re naked under this little scrap of a dress. Lord, girl!”

She laughed. “I couldn’t have panty lines under a silk dress.”

“Mmm… I don’t care why. I’m just damn happy about it.”

Her pussy was right in front of him, and beneath the neatly trimmed strip of hair, he could see the plump, pink tip of her clit. Need pumped through his system so damn fast, he barely had time to get a hold of himself.

Control.

He moved in closer, inhaled, the scent of desire filling his nostrils. It was several long moments before he could do more than gaze at the beauty before him. Then her hips arched, and he could do nothing but dive in.

Another time he’d be gentler, take more time for build-up. But right now, he could tell her need was as great as his—as desperate—as her fingers dug into his scalp, pulling him closer.

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