Page 94 of Point of Contention

“Did you kiss her?” I asked.

“No.” He leaned forward and licked a trail across my bottom lip. “My mouth is yours and yours alone.” With his free hand, he reached between us and massaged my breast. “I didn’t touch her here.” I sucked in a gasp as he teased my nipple into a tight peak, then his hand traveled down my side, over my hip, and dipped between my legs. “Or here.” He pressed his knuckle against my center, drawing another gasp from my lips. Circling his hand around my wrist, he pressed my palm against his groin. “She didn’t touch me here.”

Relief and confusion warred within me. If he hadn’t touched her and she hadn’t touched him… what had they done together?

He released my throat and bent to tug the hem of my dress up around my hips. When he rose and met my gaze again, his eyes were even darker, dilated and ravenous. He dragged his knuckles over the lace of my panties. “Any other questions? Now’s your chance to ease your mind.”

“What did you do together?”

“We scened. She didn’t touch me. She never even looked at me.”

I frowned, searching his gaze.

“She was blindfolded,” Cabot explained. His jaw clenched as his gaze flicked back and forth between my eyes. “I couldn’t bear to look into eyes that weren’t yours.”

I drew in a shaky breath. “I saw the way she looked at you.”

He tipped his head to me in understanding.

“I didn’t like it.”

“Ah.” He smirked, then pushed the fabric of my panties aside to graze my clit. “Then you can imagine what it felt like to see Master Gage look at you as if he had any right.”

I swallowed hard and nodded.

Cabot’s hand tightened on my throat. “Were you blind with jealousy, Ms. Blake?” He slipped his fingers out of the side of my panties, then shoved them down from the top and pushed two fingers inside of me. “Open your legs.”

I spread them as far as I could and he made a pleased sound in his throat.

“So wet for me,” he murmured bringing his lips to my throat, “even when she’s angry.” He pumped his fingers in and out, the proof of my wetness squelching in the silence of the room. He twisted his hand to bring his thumb up to my clit, inflicting new pleasure on me. He trailed his lips down my neck from my ear to my collar bone, then pulled back to look at me. His eyes narrowed playfully. “Jealousy might be one of your aphrodisiacs, Ms. Blake.”

I closed my mouth, realizing I’d been panting, then glared at him.

Cabot tilted his head as he pulled his fingers out and brought them to my lips, then smeared my arousal across them. My pulse sped as he leaned in and brought his mouth to mine, forcing my lips to part and shoving his tongue inside, forcing me to taste myself.

I moaned and he kissed me deeper, rocking his hips against me and making me whimper with the force of his hard cock between my legs.

Then he pulled away. Took one step back.

His eyes danced with amusement even as his face remained chiseled rock. “Forgive me.”

I fought to get a hold of my breathing, my pussy throbbing with need. “For spending time with someone else when you’re mine… or leaving me like this?” I motioned to the wetness between my legs.

He smirked, raking his teeth over his bottom lip as he focused on the arousal soaking through the gusset of my panties. Then he bent quickly at the waist and lunged, and before I realized what was happening, I was tossed over his shoulder, my ass in the air and exposed because my dress was still pushed up around my waist. I swatted at his back but his only response was a quick smack on my bare ass and a firm, “Behave.”

The floor spun as he turned around and headed for the door.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Rylan

Cabot opened the door and left his private play room, then began striding down the hallway.

“Cabot,” I hissed.

Another smack, this one harder. I winced as pain spread out from the burn of his palm.

“Master Creed,” I quickly amended. “Where are we going?”

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