Page 23 of Ensnared

Istiffen, my nervousness of him temporarily leaving me at the disgust in his tone.Expressionturning to stone,Isay, “Iam not answering any questions about why my relationship ended withHenry.Thathas nothing to do with this, andIdo not need to explain or justify myself to you.”

Dominicregards me with a shadow of surprise, and only the background noise ofLucky’sgame breaks the silence.Hislips tighten, then he asks in exasperation, “Didyou even enjoy having sex?”

Jaspergives a single shake of his head, not even waiting for my response. “She’stoo inexperienced.Thisisn’t a good fit.”

Luckysnorts, eyes still caught on the game as he shoots his way across an abandoned airport. “Shehad shitty sex a half a dozen times as a teenager.Probablyin one position, no foreplay, with the lights off.Makingout withBeauwas probably the highlight of her sexual career.She’llbe fine.Shejust needs to getLucky.”

Isqueak in utter humiliation.ThoughIhave to admit... he pretty much summed it up.

Beau’schuckle shoots right through me.There’sa clink as he sets his glass down on the side table.Heleans forward until his lips brush against the shell of my ear, the warmth of his chest flush against my back.

“Thatright, darlin’?”

Hiswarm breath in my ear makes me shiver.Mynerves skitter in a wayI’mnot used to at all.

“I—”Myvoice is lower, huskier than it should be.

Ahand reaches around and gently extricates my drink from my grip, then sets it beside his.Thenhis arm reaches back around my waist, holding me to him.Itwist slightly in protest, but he corrects my position with firm movements until only my face is turned to look up at him.Hisother hand, still on my thigh, hitches higher, raising the silk shirt into precarious territory.

“Doyou want me to fuck you?”

Thedirty words make my breath catch in shock, but my eyes drop to his lips.

“Iwant...”Thewords stall in my throat.I’mbreathing embarrassingly hard.

“Sayyes, pet.”

Pet?Ifeel likeIshould have a problem with that word.

Beaurests his forehead against mine, and his closeness is decadent.Inebriating.

MaybelaterI’llhave a problem with it.

“I—”Hismouth tasted like a promise.Likesin.Butsurely that was just sleep deprivation.Surelyit wasn’t that good.

Ishould probably double check.

“Yes.”

Theword escapes me like a sigh, like a plea, andBeau’slips curve as his hand flattens on my thigh, gliding up and inwards.Tensing,Itry to clench my legs to trap his hand, but his knees are inside mine and, with a quick, brutal motion, he uses them to push my legs apart.Toofar apart.Hisother arm holds firm around my waist.

I’mtrapped.Exposed.Dominicwatches me with heavy-lidded eyes, unfazed and confident on his throne.Hisexpression is detached, almost careless, asI’mmanhandled and stripped in front of him.

Whydoes that turn me on even more?

“Fuck.”Thehoarse curse fromLuckymakes me turn.Hehas abandoned theTVcompletely and all humor has drained from his face.Strainlines his tight jaw as he stares between my now-open thighs.Withno underwear,I’mcompletely bare to him.

Mycheeks flame, but beforeIcan squirm away,Beau’shand moves to cup my slick, silky flesh, and despite myself,Ilet out a low, hitching sigh.Hishead dips and his lips skim the side of my neck, over the soft skin beneath my ear.Myeyes slide closed.Thehand around my waist shifts upwards, palming my heavy breast through my shirt.

Stop, stop, stop, one voice chants.They’reall watching!

Anothervoice—a better voice,Idecide—gasps a husky,Iknow.Hot, right?

Beau’sfingers curl in to pinch my nipple, tweaking the stiff peak, rolling it between them, and my weak inner protests die on a throaty moan.Themotion stings; light pain and heavy pleasure zing through me.Hegives the other the same treatment and electric sparks charge and heat my blood untilI’mtingling everywhere.

Itwist, not to escape this time, but to push against the hand that is just resting against my scorching sex.It’snot enough.Ineed so muchmore.Evenjust cupping me as he is,IknowImust be coating his palm—I’membarrassingly wet.Dripping.ButIwant his fingers sliding through my drenched folds, need them stroking my clit.

Atmy squirming, the gentle lips on my skin part and his teeth bite down on the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder.Hard.Heatspears me.Iarch my back with a gasp as he licks over the bite.

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