Page 157 of Unmasked

“If you want an heir, I will be a slave to you until I give you one.” He pushed deep, holding still and tightening around my neck as his fingers moved mercilessly over my clit. “First… give me what I want.”

I rocked against him, making continuous sounds as he tortured me with slow thrusts. The pace had me grabbing to his wrist as I lingered right on the edge.

“Vaughn. You’re teasing me.”

“This is teasing.”

He pulled almost all the way out, leaving me, only to inch back in. I could feel how thick and swollen he was as he left me, only to give me the tip.

“Please… Just…” He plunged forward and my body went crazy with spasms. Papers were crushed in my hold, and I tried to repress the scream that wanted to break through, but it was nearly impossible. Vaughn’s cum shot into me, and I pushed back completely as I took in all of him. Seconds passed as we both began to come down.

“I think—” Vaughn’s breath came out heavily. “This is my favorite job yet. I could get used to this.”

“You better.” I turned back to look at him over my shoulder. “Nothing is holding us back anymore. It’s me and you.”

He leaned forward, kissing against my lips.

“Me and you.”

The smell hit me before the door fully opened. The mix of sweat, damp stone, and blood carried thickly in the air. It only grew worse as Able opened the cell door.

The captain sat on a narrow bench bolted to the wall. One foot rested along the floor while the other was curled up on the bench. He lounged back as if he didn’t have a worry in the world about where he was.

“Is he still drunk?”

“Not much.”

“Great. He’ll feel this then.”

I followed the Reeve in, watching as the captain’s head lifted. Intrigue sparked in his eyes, and he sat up straighter as I headed closer. With each step I took, his expression changed. Interest flickered turning into appreciation. His gaze ate me up, slowly dragging down my body as he took in my curves.

“Well, hello, there. Aren’t you a pretty one.”

The room went quiet, and I felt Vaughn step in behind me. The captain’s gaze lifted, and his lax features turned tighter through the unease that flashed.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

He smirked, and his upturned lips fell as I didn’t react. I kept my lids narrowed. My face hard.

“You spoke of women. Of shipments and routes.”

“Maybe. I was drunk. I didn’t say anything useful.”

“Yet here you are.”

His gaze lifted to Vaughn again, and I watched the confusion as he looked between the man behind me and the Reeve.

“Who are you supposed to be?”

“Someone you’re never going to forget.” I turned my head. “Master?”

I didn’t say Lord Oxley’s name, but he knew I was referring to him.

“Yes, My Queen?”

“This man likes to run his mouth. Let’s fix that.”

“Now wait a damn minute⁠—”