Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
All I knew was he was different and—
He choked on a grunt as he looked down. Our eyes snapped together.
No, no, no.
Don’t see.
Don’t know.
I didn’t know how to mask the heat he’d conjured. Or how to deal with the shimmer of arousal between my very bare, very exposed legs.
He sucked in a breath, seeing, knowing.
I squirmed on the spot.
The fire inside me raged hotter.
My nipples pebbled.
And a shocking flush of moisture made me clench my thighs together.
I tore my gaze from his and looked down, balling my hands on my knees.
A soft growl escaped him, sending goosebumps down my spine.
Another course of food was delivered by inconspicuous staff. Henri sat ramrod straight as something delicious was placed in front of him.
He didn’t look at it.
His fingers curled into fists as he flicked a glance at Charles currently absorbed in the show, then forced his own attention back to the stage. I looked up just in time to see Peter snatch Corine’s wrist and drag her into the middle of the platform.
Shivers began.
I trembled on the spot as Peter shoved her down, spun her onto all fours, and flipped up the sad excuse of a skirt. “What’s it going to be, miss? Will you pay me in cash or pussy?”
Corine’s head hung low even as her legs spread wide. “Please…if my husband finds out.”
“He won’t find out. Unless you tell him.” Fumbling with his zipper, Peter kept one hand clamped on her hip so she couldn’t crawl away, all while his other pulled out his hard cock.
I sucked in a shaky breath.
Henri’s head snapped toward me.
His eyes burned into mine. I swear I saw a flash of jealousy. Did he think I was turned on by watching Peter? Or did he know I couldn’t control any part of myself around him anymore?
My heart.
My body.
Everything was a mess.
With a snarl, he suddenly snapped his fingers. “Stand up.”
Stand?
With desire evident between my thighs and my breasts heavier than they’d ever been?
No, I—
“Now, Ily.”
Struggling to my feet, I swayed before him. His eyes flashed between me and the stage. “Does seeing him about to fuck her turn you on?”
Before I could brace myself, his hand touched my knee, then drifted swift and possessive up my inner thigh.
My body erupted in tremors.
“Let’s see, shall we?” His voice dripped with black.
I wobbled as his fingers slipped between my legs. The smallest graze of his touch dragged a moan from deep, deep within me.
He jerked.
He let loose a stream of filthy French. “Putain de merde, tu es mouillée. Qu’est-ce que tu me fais, bordel.” (Fucking hell, you’re wet. What the hell are you doing to me?)
Shadows consumed his handsome, harsh face just before he spun me to face away. “His performance might have made you wet, Ily, but me? I’ll make you goddamn drenched.” Wrapping an arm around me from behind, he jerked me onto his lap and spread my thighs on either side of his.
Exposed.
Wide open.
I tried to fight his hold, but he imprisoned me against his chest and cupped one of my aching breasts. His teeth scraped my ear from behind. “Watch him. Watch them.”
My eyes turned hazy as his large hand shot down my belly.
This wasn’t acting or role-playing.
This was something else.
Something dangerous.
Corine cried out as Peter suddenly mounted her on stage. His cock sank deeply into her. Her back arched. He grunted.
They fit together so well. He withdrew only to vanish back inside her. She ground herself on him in salacious welcome.
Plates were pushed aside as Masters summoned slaves to serve. Charles inched his chair away from the table and snapped his fingers. The male jewel immediately rose up on his knees, undid his Master’s shorts, then inserted Charles’ hard cock into his mouth.
Victor stood and flipped his jewel over the table. Without any touching or teasing, he kicked her legs apart, unzipped his pants, then sank his hard length deep inside her. Some Masters ordered their jewels to go to the rack and bring back a whip, chains, or plugs. Others took them face down on the floor with vicious pumps.
The entire gazebo became a mismatch of dinner party and orgy, led by Peter and Corine as their thrusts grew frantic and frenzied. Peter cursed and roared. Corine moaned and begged. They rode each other, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them as Henri sank a single finger inside me.
Good God.
My vision shot white as my body clamped down on his invasion.
“Jesus Christ,” he grunted, inserting a second finger.
My entire body went floppy and rigid at the same time.
Why?
Why did he have to affect me so much?
Why did he have this power over me?
It felt so good.
Too good.
Better than any touch from any other man in my life.
I didn’t know whether I wanted to slap his hand away or open my legs and beg for more.