Page 48 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
Brennan places his fingertip between my eyebrows. “When you hear something you’re not sure about, you scowl.”
“I don’t!”
He laughs. “Proved it.”
Because he’s right, I have to shake my head. I never knew it was so easy to read me. Or maybe no one has ever cared enough to try.
That thought saddens me.
Dorian turns the washcloth over and presses it against me. The part he had been using has cooled, and this is much warmer, helping me relax even deeper.
“How’s that?” Dorian asks.
“Fine.”
“Fine?” he repeats, angling his head to one side.
Then the diabolical man lifts the small towel and slides his finger between my thighs. With a small murmur, I lift my hips as a now-familiar sensation whispers through me.
Arousal.
I wouldn’t have believed it possible to get turned on again after what I’d just experienced. And certainly I wouldn’t have believed it was possible from this man I despise.
But there’s no doubt Dorian’s attention is turning me on—whether I like it or not.
A few moments later, he tosses the fluffy cloth aside and climbs back in the bed, pulling me close. Brennan shifts in on my other side, sandwiching me between them.
“No bad aftereffects?” Dorian asks, tracing my arm.
“Really, I really am fine.”
“You’re making me dislike that word,” he warns.
All the more reason to use it.
“Keep saying it, and you may earn a spanking.”
My eyes widen. “You can’t be serious!”
“No?” He moves quicker than I would have believed possible, taking my arms and pinning them above me.
His massive body fills my vision, and his scent seems to brand me. Right this moment, he is my entire world.
Is this part of his dominance game?
And why the hell aren’t I screaming and trying to get away?
Instead, my nipples are hardening and my arousal level spikes.
“Unless you want to find out for yourself, answer my question.”
A wicked part of me, one I kept buried until my one-and-only rebellion—moving out of my parents’ house—is tempted to push him.
“She might like it,” Brennan muses.
“Absolutely not,” I insist, but my words are a whisper, not a loud protest.
“Shall we find out?” Dorian asks.
