Page 76 of Ensnared

“Eden!”Ibreak in, voice edged hard in stern command. “Enough.”

Atmy tone, she pulls back, her mouth snapping shut, and her hands clutching at her skirt.Hereyes darken with awareness, and spots of ardent color appear on her cheeks.

Asmuch asIlike her sweet, trusting looks,Ialso like this... the fearful way she trembles, caught in that nectarous place between arousal and alarm.

Hidinga smirk,Ilay my arm along the back of the couch behind her.Ifshe thinksI’mall apple pie and slow talk, she’s in for the shock of her life.

“Youwant me to give you a check-up, is that what you’re askin’?”Idrawl.

Shestares at me wordlessly, her breaths shallow.Herpink tongue darts out to swipe at her lower lip, and the wet trail it leaves is nothing short of profane.

“I—Maybe?”Hervoice is gorgeous, husky.Ripewith desire.

“That’svery considerate of you,”Itell her, and start playing with the loose strands of her hair.Goosebumpslift the small hairs on her arms. “Gettin’ yourself prepared so we can all spread you out and fill you up with our cum.”

Eden’shand flies to her throat, and her pulse pounds like frantic wings against the delicate skin. “Beau...”

Mycock thickens, andIpart my legs to make room, drawing her eyes.Theypress shut, then flutter open again, her pupils blown as she takes me in.

“Youwant me to do it here?”Iask thickly. “Openyou up and see where you’re all pink and pretty?Righthere, where anyone could walk in?”

Myfinger trails down the line of her throat, then along her collarbone, following the low collar of her dress.Myfingertip grazes the tops of her breasts, and she trembles.

“Doesit make you wet?Thinkingabout me spilling inside that sweet pussy of yours?Youwant me to take you bare?”Irun my other hand up the inside of her thigh, and her legs part so eagerly thatIneed to adjust myself. “Doyou want me to fill you up?Ordo you want me to paint those pretty breasts?”

Eden’sbreath is snared by a moan asItaste her lips with the barest brush of my tongue. “I’maskin’ as your doctor, pet.”

Andas if a whirlwind had blown through the room,Ifeel her arousal snuff out.Shestiffens under me, butI’malready pulling back, searching her face.

“What’sthe matter?”Iask gently. “Talkto me, darlin’.”

Shecloses her legs, eyes averted, and slowly pulls the fallen strap of her dress back over her shoulder, not speaking.

Finally, she asks, “Whatdo you see me as,Beau?”

“Seeyou as?Whatdo you mean?”Ireach out to touch her hand, and she pulls back, out of reach.

Mystomach drops asIrealizeI’vehit her somewhere soft.

Hereyes meet mine, soft and serious. “Whatis my role here?”

Ihesitate a moment too long, trying to work out what answer she’s wanting here. “You’rehere for us.Sowe can keep you safe.”

IknowIgot it wrong when her shoulders square.

“Wherewere you andDomthe other day?Whathappened during your ‘scuffle’?”Shepurses her lips. “Whataren’t you telling me?”

Igrimace, shifting. “Where’sthis coming from?Youdon’t need to worry about any of that, pet.”

Eden’shands clench around her skirt, her lip trembling... but it still takes me a second to recognize it for what it is.

Anger.

Shetakes a deep breath, then smooths her dress back out deliberately.

“I’mnot yourpet,Beau,” she says. “Iam your equal, despite what you all seem to think.I’mmore than just your plaything.Ican choose to leave at any time if this isn’t working for me.”Herchin lifts with quiet pride. “I’mhere for myself—not for you.”

“Idon’t want a mouse for a pet.”

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