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Badly.
And the shame of it is I want to. Desperately.
Drag her down into my depths, a place that she can never escape from.
I know I can’t keep her there. But she’s still going to have to make a visit. The only way out is through a particular hell, and at this point, I’m not sure if it’s one built for me, for her, or for both of us.
“Hang tight,” I mutter against her ear as we follow everyone else. “Things are about to get very fucking real for you.”
TWELVE
dakota
It takes me an embarrassingly long time to snap out of the spell, the sexual fog blanketing my brain. A group of people watched him suck on my breast. I let him expose me. And… I was so consumed with everything that was him that I didn’t even realize what the heck was happening.
“Realer than this?” The words slide free, barely audible, and I desperately want to add the word Daddy.
He flicks a finger over my nipple and the ache knifes down to my clit. I throb. It’s a mix of need and desire.
“Turn, little girl.”
The subtle shift in his roughened voice is beyond thrilling, overtly sexual. At least to me.
The command wraps around me, slides over me, caresses and teases and makes me want to do anything he asks, just to please him.
I face him. Blood pounds deep and dark in my ears.
His penetrating eyes glint as they shift over my body and make me shiver.
There’s an audience. I’m aware of that, even my lust blurs them out. I know they’re there, watching now, waiting to see how he’ll unravel me next.
He finds a chair near the table in the courtyard.
The area would be magical if I wasn’t basically naked, surrounded by perverts. The ones who don’t have anyone, which is most of them, practically drool as I stand next to Jaxson. One of his hands curls around my inner thigh. He holds me close as he talks the stock market with the older man who’s claimed a seat next to him.
Or maybe it’s the other guy talking. Jaxson says very little. He nods and makes sounds the other man takes as agreement. But honestly, I don’t think the man’s paying that much attention to their conversation as his eyes are glued to me.
When a waiter comes around with drinks, Jaxson nods at me to take one, and I reach for the pale mixed drink. Before I pick it up, he fixes me with a look. I move my hand over the tray until the approval lights up in his eyes, and I close my fingers around the glass of amber liquid.
He holds out his free hand and I give it to him.
I try to concentrate on what’s going on around me, the music, the different conversations that float in the air around us. But it’s hard when everything in me spirals down to where his hand rests on my flesh, his touch sending tiny bursts of electric desire up under my skin and to my pussy.
I want to shift, make him touch me.
The idea of him doing that should make me shut down. It doesn’t. It makes everything sing and ache and need. It’s like I’m already at one hundred, and the idea of him touching me, owning me, in front of others, dials it up to a thousand.
Standing next to him like property, waiting for his acknowledgement, it’s humiliating, horrible.
But also unbearably hot and delicious.
He squeezes my thigh and it sets off desire everywhere. I’m liquid. Heat. Magma ready to spill and morph into lava.
Jaxson doesn’t look at me. He’s too busy showing the rest of the guests that I’m his, here to entertain him when he needs it, here to ignore in that way where he’s doing anything but. I’m pulled in all directions at once.
A man comes over to the table and casually tweaks one of my nipples, pushing back the thin gold of the material to expose me. I swallow a shocked gasp and twist out of his grip.
“Touch her again,” Jaxson says like he’s discussing market forecasts. “And you will lose those hands.”
