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Her cheek rested on the table as he vehemently fucked his hand into her, but not painfully. He was not rough, but rather determined.
“Now, I want to hear my name from that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Ash,” she bit the word out on a moan.
“Again.”
“Ash.”
“Louder.”
“Ash!”
The guttural grunt from his chest should have warned her, but she wasn’t prepared. He shoved the sweater up her back as his hot release spattered across her bare ass. The masculine scent of his raw arousal tripped her past that final layer of resistance until she was screaming his name in ecstasy on a string of profanities and confessions she had no way of stopping.
Chapter 7
Honey & Lies
Marigold jerked as Ash placed a cold compress between her legs.
“Easy.”
Confused as to how she was back on Ash’s lap, she frowned at their surroundings. No longer in the kitchen, she wondered if she’d blacked out. “What happened?”
“I believe you caught a glimpse of euphoria.”
Last she recalled, she was plastered to the kitchen table being fisted by this complete stranger. A weak smile ghosted past her lips as she murmured, “I did it.”
“What’s that, printsessa?”
She hadn’t said stop. She submitted, and it didn’t break her. But that sense of pride was something just for her. Veiling her satisfaction, she blanked her expression and said, “Nothing.”
He pressed the cool, damp cloth against her swollen folds, but her body wasn’t as sore as she’d expected. At least not there. Her legs, however, trembled, and her throat was ravaged from screaming. How had the others not heard them?
“Do they know what you did?”
“I’m sure they watched.”
She stiffened. “What?”
He caught her chin in a gentle grip and angled her gaze toward the brass bear head in the corner. She’d seen the wall fixture in several rooms before.
“Wave, printessa.”
Her lips parted, and she shifted to close her legs.
“Uh-uh-uh.” He held her thighs apart. “I’m not finished.”
“Are they watching us now?”
“Someone’s always watching.” He slid her to the bed. The room was plain compared to the others she’d visited.
“Is this your room?”
“No. But it’s connected to one of the better bathrooms.” He disappeared through a door, and the familiar sound of rushing water met her ears. “Your bath will be ready in a few minutes. Do you need anything? How do you feel?”
“I feel…” Strange? Violated? Enlightened? Confused? Unsteady? “A lot of things.”
