Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
If that’s what he wanted, who in the hell was she to deny him?
Fiery heat covered her back, and she knew Dietrich was behind her. He didn’t touch her, but his breath moved the tendrils of hair by her neck. She felt his lips at the shell of her ear, not moving, just slightly pressed against it.
She went to break the kiss, but Stellan still had a firm grip on her chin and kept her immobile as he moved his tongue and lips against hers possessively.
“He tastes good doesn’t he, Blythe.” Dietrich didn’t phrase it like a question, but she couldn’t have answered anyway. Stellan was relentless in his onslaught against her lips. Her panties were soaked, her clit was swollen, and she ached to be filled.
Blythe had never done something so wanton before. Here was a virtual stranger, one who clearly slept with her boss, and the man she lusted after. All she could think about was being between them, letting them have their way with her, and submitting fully.
Dietrich moved his mouth away from her ear and down to her pulse that beat frantically at the side of her neck. His lips moved softly when he said, “Every inch of him tastes good, Miss Winters.”
Stellan groaned against her mouth and used his hand on her chin to tilt her head more to the side so he could kiss her deeper. Dietrich stepped closer to her, and she felt the tell-tale sign of his erection just barely pressing against her lower back.
Oh, for everything that is holy.
Here she was sandwiched between the two men who had kept her body and thoughts wrapped in a tight hold. They were hard for her. Blythe couldn’t get enough air into her lungs and broke the kiss, but she knew Stellan allowed her to break away.
He kissed a path of liquid fire down her throat. His teeth gently scraped up and down her neck, and she let her head loll back and onto Dietrich’s shoulder. Her boss hadn’t touched her, not really, but just the feel of him so close to her and of Stellan taking her to new heights was enough to undo her completely.
With her eyes closed, all she could do was feel what they did to her, but that didn’t seem to be enough for them. With both of Stellan’s hands on her body, she knew it was Dietrich who grabbed her hand and moved it until her palm connected with Stellan’s erection.
Stellan let out a gruff groan while Dietrich breathed heavily against her neck. He kept his hand over hers and rubbed Stellan through his slacks. Stellan pushed his hips forward and into her palm.
“Does it feel good, querida?”
Blythe couldn’t think clearly, let alone answer.
“Answer. Him.” Dietrich emphasized his words with a gentle scrape of his teeth over the side of her throat. Blythe didn’t want to think too hard on being called querida by Dietrich.
“Yes … God, yes, it feels so good.” She practically moaned the words out, but she was far from embarrassed. Curling her fingers further into Stellan’s shoulders, she loved the animalistic growl that left him.
“Do you want to take this a step further? Do you want to have every inch of your body touched, caressed, and petted?”
Blythe had no idea what came over her, but she found herself lifting onto her toes and popping her ass out. The act had her coming into contact with Dietrich’s erection and causing a harsh grunt to spill from the normally stoic, controlled man.
Aside from his mouth by her throat, he didn’t touch her. Was this some kind of game to him? Did he enjoy getting women worked up to the point they couldn’t even stand without being held up?
“You’ll answer him or I’m going punish you good and hard, and Mr. Moore is going to watch.” Stellan’s breath came out in a hard whoosh as he murmured the words.
“I—”
Stellan slid his hands down and around until he cupped her ass. Giving the mounds a hard squeeze sent her head reeling. Smack! A startled cry left her as his palm connected with her bottom and left a resounding burn in its wake.
“Oh my God. Yes, I want more.” As soon as the words left her, she knew it was a mistake. This situation could only end in downfall.
“Say it again, querida.”
Dietrich growled out, “Answer us.” He bit down on the tender flesh of her neck, and she cried out in pleasure/pain.
“Yes! I want everything you have to give.”
Chapter Thirteen
The trip back to the villa seemed to take an eternity, especially when Stellan and Dietrich refused to touch her or give her any kind of relief. They had started a fire inside of her and refused stoke it.
Once they reached the villa, Dietrich led the way inside with Stellan trailing behind her. The reality and uncertainty of the situation hit her like a sledgehammer. What she wouldn’t give for something strong to drink.