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With a growl, I tore the panties from her waist, exposing her fully to my view. The patches of skin on her ass—warm and pink—made me bite the inside of my cheek in anticipation.
“Let me feel how wet I’ve made you.”
She widened her stance, making room for my hand to slide through her folds. I collected as much of her arousal as I could before bringing it to my cock and gliding her juices up and down. Lubricated by her desire, I increased my pace, twisting my wrist at the end and sending sparks of lust through me.
Sloane shifted uneasily, her breath puffing out of her and misting onto the marble beneath her cheek. Her arm shifted, and I caught movement between her legs. She was rubbing her clit, getting herself off tomegetting off on her ass. A groan broke free from my throat when her fingers increased their pace.
My balls tightened as I felt my release coming. Knowing I was going to be unloading on all that soft skin shoved me over the edge. Stepping closer, I grabbed hold of her hip, keeping her in place as I came. The first drop of liquid landed on the crease of her ass and slid down into the valley between her cheeks.
Sloane moaned, then jerked forward as she came on her fingers. A loud moan punctuated the space between us, and I shoved my hand over her mouth to stop the noise from carrying. Knowing I was physically stopping the sound of her pleasure made me see stars as I shuddered through my own release until finally looking up.
Sloane’s ass and lower back were painted in opaque puddles, many of which had begun to drip down her backside. Standing slowly, I snapped the dishtowel from the handle of the oven and began cleaning her up.
While she was still bent over, I rasped into her ear, “I’m going to taste that cunt of yours next time. I need to have all that honey dripping down my throat as I tongue-fuck your pussy.”
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SLOANE
I’m goingto taste that cunt of yours next time. I need to have all that honey dripping down my throat as I tongue-fuck your pussy.
I bit my lip to stop the moan, but the erotic picture was too much. My body hadn’t yet cooled from the rush of heat that had shot through me when Grayson had told me—in no uncertain terms—what he wanted to do to me.
Even now—hours later—I could feel his cum searing the skin on my ass, the pulsing of my inner walls as I came so hard in the knowledge that he couldn’t help himself.
The man who thought he had complete control had bent.To me.
Squeezing my legs together, I shoved the quilt from my too-hot body, letting the cold morning air kiss all that flushed skin. After that declaration, he’d left the apartment, promising he’d be back this morning with Finnan. I had no idea what time that would be, but it would be soon.
Without warning, the bedroom door opened, and a man dressed in a two-piece suit filled the jambs.
I could only assume this was my husband-to-be.
Finnan Quinn was tall—almost six-feet—only slightly shorter than Grayson. His hair was dark, except for one streak of white running through it. His scruffy beard was the same dark color as his hair.
Green eyes swept down my body, causing me to tug the blankets back into place. When his gaze returned to my face, his top lip curled into a smile. “Drop the blanket, lass.” He approached the bed. “I want to see what I got from my end of the deal.”
I tensed. “Deal?”
“Aye. With your father.” He studied my face impassively. “Drop the blankets.”
“No.”
His dark brows rose, and when he next spoke, his voice was terrifyingly sharp and threatening. “No?”
I swallowed roughly. “That’s right. No.”
Finnan shook his head, an unpleasant smile on his face that chilled me down to my bones. “I gave up another deal to have you. Get out of that fucking bed and undress. I want to know that it was worth my while.”
Clutching the quilt more closely to my chest, I asked, “What deal?”
Irritation flared in his green eyes. Then, with a low snarl, he stepped forward and yanked the quilt from the bed—from my body—exposing the navy-blue silk camisole and matching shorts to his eyes. His gaze darkened as he stared at my near-nakedness, traveling over the long length of my legs, my hips before lingering on my chest. The cold air had made my nipples pucker, so I folded my arms across them, hiding them from view.
“I expect obedience from my wife. Loyalty.” His hungry gaze tracked down to between my legs. “The sooner you accept that, the better it’ll be for you.”
Through gritted teeth, I said, “I assume I can expect the same from you?” When he cocked his head to the side as if listening, I continued, “If I become your wife, I’ll expect your loyalty too. I damn well willnotshare my husband with another woman.”
Finnan’s shoulders stiffened. It probably didn’t happen too often that a woman—or anyone—answered back. When he finally spoke, it was low and menacing. “You don’t know how things work here, lass, so I’ll give you a pass this one time.” He turned and looked at me, his green eyes going cold. “But if you ever presume to tell me what to do again, if you talk back to me, I’ll find another use for you… one where you won’t get a say in who sticks his dick in you.”
