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‘We certainly are,’ Dominic says, with a mischievous smirk.
Sean glowers at him. I get the impression they’re having an entire conversation with just their eyes. There’s some sort of silent power struggle going on here. I don’t understand.
Dominic reaches for my breasts, but Sean’s hand shoots up in a halting motion. ‘Stop,’ his command is low, lethal—and utterly unquestionable. His expression is positively murderous. The two men stare at each other for a long, painful beat before Dominic’s low psychotic laughter fills the air again.
Finally, Sean speaks, eyeing every man in the room in turn before landing on Dominic again. ‘Watch, by all means, but not one of you lays a fucking hand on her. Or I’ll rip it from your wrists.’
Dominic’s answering grin is somehow victorious, but I don’t have time to ponder it.
Approving titters fill the air, but I only have eyes for Sean. He cocks an eyebrow. ‘Ready?’
‘Yes.’
‘Good. Because you’re not leaving this room until you come twice. Once on my face, and once on my cock. Call it your official initiation. Welcome to the club.’
I suck in a ragged breath. Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Chapter Nineteen
SEAN
I thought I could share her. But now we’re here in the club, I can’t.The mere prospect makes me homicidal. It’s one thing to let the entire club watch, but the thought of anyone in my place, between her legs, is an absolute hard limit. It’s official. I’m ruined.
I spent all week mentally preparing for this, but now we’re here, I can’t go through with it. I can’t fucking do it. It’s not even an option. Coughing up three hundred grand is a piece of piss compared to watching Dominic put his mouth, hands or dick on what is mine. Fuck the money. Fuck the bet. The urge to mark my territory is all-consuming.
I push the lace sheathing her pussy to the side and drop into the leather seat at the bottom of the table. My mouth gravitates to her sex, inhaling her scent. She watches me intently with heat and need in her eyes. I glide my tongue over her clit, and the noise she makes is primal. Every man and woman in the vicinity is entranced by her mews and the way her hips jerk in response—especially me.
I work her with my mouth, good and slowly at first,licking and sucking, teasing and devouring, revelling in the fact that I’m the only person in the room who gets to do this to her. And that every other person in here would trade an arm to be in my position.
I spread her legs wider, just because I can, and sink two fingers into her centre. She’s so wet. So tight. So responsive. Those hooded eyes never leave mine. Even though the room is full of people, she only has eyes for me. That alone makes me hard enough to hurt.
I pump and flick and lick and suck until she’s on the brink of blowing. Every writhe, every squirm, every little mew and moan marks her as mine—single me out as the man who knows what her body wants and needs. The man who gets to give it to her.
‘Come for me, princess.’ I demand, sliding a third finger into her tight, slippery channel.
‘Sean,’ she cries as she shatters—hard—riding out her release, bucking against my face. My name on her lips is a balm to my jealous soul. I smile against her sex, licking every drop of her pleasure because I can. Because it’s mine.
I’m so fucked. And the expressions on Dominic and Larissa’s faces as they lock eyes across the room only accentuates that fact. I can’t deal with that now. I unbuckle my suit pants and pluck a condom from my pocket. I’ve fucked subs in here before—loads of times—but never with such intent. The need to claim her is primal.
I sink myself into her slippery centre, her core still pulsing from her release. She stares up at me with those huge eyes overflowing with wonder and want. ‘You feel so fucking good.’ I reach for her breasts now, ripping her clothes from her body. A chorus of approving murmurs circle the room, but I don’t look, and neither does she. It’s like we’re the only two people in the world. I pinch and roll her nipples. Herhands reach round to my backside, her fingernails sinking into my ass cheeks as she propels me harder into her core like she can’t get enough. I rut into her, again, and again and again until I’m nearly blind with the sheer number of hot white stars threatening the backs of my eyelids.
She cries out, convulsing around me a split second before my own release rips through me like wildfire, burning and consuming everything in its wake. I spill myself into her, burying my face into her neck as pure primal pleasure devours me.
I need to get her out of here.
Get her all to myself.
When we both finally stop shaking, and the crowd around us finally disperses, I drag myself out of her soft centre, dispose of the condom in a strategically placed bin beneath the table and button up my suit trousers. Another couple are already going hard at it two tables up from us.
I offer her a hand up. ‘Let’s go, princess.’
She stares at me like I’m some sort of god, yet it’s her who’s ethereal. She places her hand in mine, and I hoist her up, then lift her beautiful body up onto my chest, cradling her limp frame against me. The urge to protect her, provide for her, and keep her with me forever beats in my chest like a caveman. As I carry her out of the lounge, I ignore the warning look Larissa shoots my way. I don’t need her on my case. I already know I’m fucked.
‘That was incredible,’ she mumbles, nuzzling into my neck. She’s clearly wrecked, but I am nowhere near finished with her, but I think we’ve both suffered enough intensity tonight.
‘You were incredible.’ Whether we have days, weeks or months left in our arrangement, I need to make sure I satiate every single one of her needs myself—including aftercare. Because it’s clear. I can’t share her.
If I had any sense, I’d terminate this arrangement with immediate effect. Every fibre of my brain is silently screaming this isn’t going to end well. Itcan’tend well. Yet every bone in my body begs me to go with it. I have…feelings for this regal creature. Big feelings. Feelings that scare the ever living shit out of me, because the last time I caught feelings for a woman–it didn’t end well.
