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“What?” I ask, in a daze.

His hand rests against the front of my dress, slowly gliding down until he reaches the hem. Pressing his body closer to mine, his fingers move between my thighs and press against my silk-covered clit.

I suck in a sharp breath. His rough fingers rip my panties to the side, thrusting his thick fingers inside me. I grip his shoulders, trying to hold in a moan.?

“You’re wet. You liked it,” he chuckles.??

I tremble beneath his touch. “No,” I lie.?

“Tsk, tsk, your body says otherwise.” He thrusts more fingers inside and moves slowly, curling his fingers to press against my g-spot.

My hips move to match his rhythm, chasing the orgasm I can already feel building. My eyes flutter closed, and my head leans back against the wall. Then he pulls his fingers out, and I whimper at the loss.?

“Bad girls don’t get to come. Stand by me all night, do everything I say, and I’ll reward you later.” He lifts his fingers to my mouth. “Now suck them clean.” His fingers brush against my lower lip.

I do as he says and open my mouth to suck my arousal off of him.?

“That’s my good girl,” he praises. Warmth spreads throughout my body. Never in my life has anyone’s words affected my body like this.?

“Let’s go back to the party,” Viktor says, guiding me back in.

I never got to ask him to leave, but I stay by his side for the rest of the night instead. We even dance. I ignore everyone's gaze on us.?

Chapter twenty-one

Viktor

“Strip,”Idemand,andAmaia’s pretty red mouth drops open.

She looks absolutely ravishing tonight, and I’ve been desperate to get her back home all evening. But I needed people to see us, to know she is unavailable. She belongs tome.?

We're back in my playroom and I dim the lights, knowing she feels more comfortable this way; it’s almost romantic. Internally, I shake my head. Nope. Not going there.?

Amaia obeys and pushes the straps of her dress over her shoulders, letting the soft silk drop down her perfect body. She hooks her fingers into her panties and removes them easily.?

“Lay back and spread your legs for me.”?

She takes a few steps backwards until her knees hit the mattress and she falls back, then she starts to move further onto the bed, but stops. Her heels are still on.

She reaches down towards the straps, but I hold up my hand. “Leave them on.”?

Amaia nods and stays quiet, continuing to shimmy to the pillows. She spreads her legs, offering me her pussy like a sweet dessert that I will all too soon devour. A low growl leaves my throat.

Her glistening arousal calls to me, to fuck her until my bed breaks.?

I stalk toward her, pulling out a spreader bar that is hidden in plain sight on the bedpost. I strap her ankles to it, then move to her wrists. I restrain her there against the headboard again. She tries to move but can’t, her brief struggle sending a jolt to my hardness. I remove my tie and thread it through my fingers.?

“Don’t blindfold me. I want to see you.” She bites down on her lip, waiting for my response.

I raise my eyebrow. This usually goes my own way. But I do as she asks and hang my tie over a chair, along with the rest of my clothes as I peel them off. Her eyes trace deliciously along my body, her gaze finally coming to rest on my cock.

I grab the base and move my hand up over myself, groaning and imagining it’s her touching me.?

My finger runs over the tip of my hardness, collecting the bead of precum. Then I wipe it along her lower lip. Her tongue flicks out, tasting me.?

“I’m going to fuck your face,” I tell her, warning her of what’s to come.?

“But you’ve tied me down?” she retorts.

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