Dominated (The Enforcers 2)

“It is I who is the lucky one,” she whispered.

Drake walked forward and rested his palm against her cheek. “On that we will just have to agree to disagree, my angel. I am well aware of who is the fortunate one. But you are right. I will never let anyone take things too far with you and hurt you. But at the same time, if at any time, for any reason, you want Manuel to stop, then you say the words. You got me?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Drake turned back to Manuel. “She is yours,” he said, gesturing toward where Evangeline knelt.

Manuel stood for a moment, staring, his hungry gaze roving possessively over Evangeline’s nude body. She shivered in response, her nipples puckering into taut buds. Her vagina clenched and her clit throbbed, pulsing. She was excited. More excited than she’d been the first time Drake had invited Manuel over because now she knew the pleasures that awaited her. The first time, she’d been nervous and unsure, apprehensive and worried that Drake would be angry if she responded to another man. But he’d reveled in watching her response to a man he’d handpicked for her and when she’d seen that, recognized it, she’d relaxed and let go, immersing herself in the wickedly decadent ecstasy Manuel—and Drake—had given her.

And judging by the gleam in Manuel’s eyes, that had only been the tip of the iceberg. She had a feeling that the first night had been a test of sorts, one that she’d passed, and that tonight there would be no holding back.

She couldn’t wait.

Manuel unzipped his slacks and pulled out his huge erection, pumping it to further rigidity with his hand. Then he closed the distance between them until his cock bobbed deliciously before her lips.

“Suck my dick, Evangeline,” he said, using coarse language that excited her. “I hope you’re prepared because I’m going to deep-throat you. I’m going to fuck your throat until all you can taste, feel and smell is me. But first, I’m going to ask Drake to restrain you because I want you completely at my mercy so I can exert my will on you and there’ll be nothing you can do about it except take what I give you.”

She moaned softly, her body twitching and tingling as her desire heightened. Unconsciously, she arched forward, thrusting her breasts outward, her nipples so hard that it bordered on pain.

As Manuel stood there, slowly sliding his hand up and down his length, teasing her with what was to come, Drake roughly pulled her arms behind her and tied her wrists tightly together. Then to her shock, Drake thrust his hands into her hair, yanking her head back and then palming the sides with his hands, holding her firmly in place as Manuel planted his feet on either side of her thighs so that he was straddling her while she was in a kneeling position.

“Open,” Manuel commanded tersely.

She obeyed instantly and he slowly slid the underside of his erection over her tongue, rubbing back and forth with a grunt of satisfaction.

“Hold her,” he directed Drake in a rough voice.

It was all the warning she got before he plunged hard all the way to the back of her throat. Her gasp was cut off by his enormous girth, as was her breath. It took all her discipline not to choke and fight the invasion, but she forced herself to relax and lean into Drake’s grasp, trusting him to take care of her.

Manuel paused and glanced down with a tender smile that told her that her nearly imperceptible move hadn’t gone unnoticed. He sighed.

“This is one I would steal from you, my friend,” he said to Drake. “Never before have I been tempted to take another man’s woman, but I would take her away and never suffer an ounce of remorse. She is a priceless treasure.”

“You’re welcome to try,” Drake said in an icy tone. “I would kill the man who ever tried to take her from me.”

“As you should,” Manuel said approvingly. “As would I.” The last was said ruefully and he dropped his hand to caress Evangeline’s cheek in a gentle, intimate manner as he thrust more slowly, gaining more depth with every stroke. “You have what every man like us dreams of. I hope to hell you know that and safeguard her appropriately.”

Manuel’s cock slid from her mouth, the head resting on her lips as he stared down at her, lust and something altogether different glittering in his eyes. Sadness?

Temporarily forgetting herself, and, well, she was impulsive by nature, she couldn’t halt the question before it formed.

“Did you lose someone important to you, Manuel?” she asked in a soft, gentle tone. “Do you not have a woman to see to your needs?”

As soon as she asked, she flushed with mortification, every part of her body and expression displaying her dismay.