Page 14 of Hollow House
My mouth opened, but words failed to come out. I wanted to tell him he was wrong, that I was solely here for the article, butthen I remembered Felix’s words. Even my best friend thought I needed to get laid.
He leaned forward, his mouth grazing my ear.“You can have anyone here,” he whispered in my ear. “Who will it be, love?”
I glanced past him, barely able to look around his large, muscular frame.“Him?” I asked and nodded to a man watching us, sipping from a glass of wine.
“Of course,” he assured me and dipped his head in, nipping at my skin and sending shivers down my spine.
Instinctively, I moved my head to bare my neck to him, a complete stranger. I needed to get a grip, but I couldn’t. He’d roped me into his game, and admittedly, I was having fun.
“And her?” I gasped as his hand rubbed down my back.
He glanced to the side, following my gaze to a woman pretending to be uninterested, but I’d caught her many sideways gazes.
“Is that what you want?” he asked. “Perhaps both of them at once?”
I shuddered at the thought of the man taking me while I devoured the beautiful woman.
“Maybe,” was all I could force out as he pushed up against me. I could feel how hard he was behind the black slacks he wore.
“You can have whoever, but just remember, at the end of the night, you’re still mine.”
Mine.
The last word came out on a possessive growl. My core heated, and I knew if he slipped his hand under my dress, he’d find just how much his words turned me on.
His hand slid down the front of me and to the top of my thigh.
“Not here,” I said, sucking in a gasp.
I tried to push away from him, to turn around and see who else had their eyes on us, but his strong hand wrapped possessively around me and pulled me back. Pressed against him, I felt his cock hard against my ass.
“Do not move,” he ordered.
The low command made my center slick. Without even touching me beneath my dress, this man already had me wet and ready.
“We have rules I need to go over before I allow you to play in my home,” he said in a low tone. “The first is that desires and pleasure are a priority here. We do not judge what others partake in so long as it does not cross any boundaries.”
I sucked in a breath, his lips pressing against my neck.
“The second is that if you do not want something, all you need to do is say so. Everyone abides by the same safety word. Just saypumpkin,and they’ll stop.”
I almost laughed at the absurdity of the word, but I supposed that was why it was picked.
“And if I don’t want them to stop?” I dared to ask, afraid if I said nothing, he would leave.
“You’ll find out, love,” he whispered, and his hand slipped lower down my thigh.
My cheeks reddened, embarrassment grabbing hold of me as I realized I was still in the room full of people.
“You can’t seriously—” I started, the words coming out almost jumbled.
His hand stopped me before I could finish. His fingers bunched the fabric of my dress, pulling at it.
No one around us seemed to care. I didn’t know whether I hoped it stayed that way or not. The idea of all these people watching us, seeing how much I wanted him, made my chest ache with both fear and desire.
His fingers found the hem of my dress and brushed against my bare thigh. I tried to turn into him, but his other hand stopped me, holding me in place.
“Wraith,” I moaned, his fingers dancing over my skin.
