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Enthralled (The Enslaved Duet 1)

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We both gasped as I inexplicably squeezed his dick at his words.

“I like it, but that is the very last reason I am going to do it,” he reminded me cryptically.

“What does that mean?”

He leaned down, pushed his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and pulled me further between his spread legs. I gasped, and he took advantage by dipping his thumb between my lips.

“Trust me when I tell you, I may be the one wielding the whip, but I’ve got just as much riding on this as you do. If you want to survive this with your life, you’ll do as I say without hesitation.”

I stared up into his deadly serious face and felt the threat sink into my skin, writing itself in goosebumps across my flesh.

“And if you think being hung from a pretty tree with bells tied to your ankles is a poor way to die, you’re better kept in the dark about how this danger would dispose of you.”

I shivered brutally, my teeth biting down into the soft pad of his thumb.

The next instant, I was hauled up under my armpits and deposited on the table, my bottom cupped by the gilded plate at Alexander’s place setting.

“Enough talk,” he growled, wrapping his arms around my legs so that his hands could splay my inner thighs apart. “I’m starving for some sweet Italian pussy.”

Fear sluiced through me as he reached beside my thigh for the sharp steak knife and brought it to my neck. His gaze was just as sharp against the pulse pounding in my throat as the weapon was pressed against it.

My entire body trembled like a mouse held by the tail in the mouth of its hunter.

Then with a quick slash and the quiet gasp of ripping silk, Alexander drew the blade down the center of my chest through the fabric barely covering my torso and groin.

The black silk slithered over my curves and pooled to either side of my body.

“Exquisite,” Alexander murmured, looming over me. He ran a wide palm over the center of my body, following the line the knife had taken. His hand stopped over my pubic bone, and his thumb flicked out over my clit hood piercing.

“Do you know why I did this?” he asked me rhetorically. “So that from the moment you woke in your new life, you would know that your body was mine to do with as I pleased.”

I shivered, and I didn’t know if it was from the cool air, lingering fear, or the possessive, greedy way Alexander looked at my body.

He sat back in his chair, wrapped his legs once more over my legs, and jerked me closer. I fell back on my elbows against the table, disturbing expensive dishware that fell with a clatter. The plate under my butt tipped, cutting into my thighs for a second before Alexander dragged me farther to the edge of the table, and it fell to the floor with a loud crash.

I stared at his bright golden head bent over my sex, his breath wafting over my sticky wet exposed flesh, and I thought he looked like a king bent to pray at the altar.

My altar.

Desire ignited in my belly and blazed to the very tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes. Flambéed with desire, I wondered what I tasted like down there as Alexander slowly dipped his mouth to my inner thigh and trailed his strong tongue over my bare cunt.

“Burnt sugar,” he murmured against my skin, his fingers tightening until they felt like staples holding me open. “I was a boy the last time I had dessert for dinner.”

Then his mouth was on my clit, and he was sucking, licking, fucking my pussy with his tongue, his teeth, his lips, and his nose. There was pressure and suction everywhere at once. My head fell back between my shoulders as I gasped, my thighs a quivering frame around his broad shoulders as he feasted on me.

“Si, cosi lo voglio,” I gasped in my mother tongue, unable to believe how amazing his mouth felt on my sex.

“When you beg, do it in the language of your Master,” he said into my slick folds.

I tried to find traction, in reality, in the fact that the man bringing me such pleasure was not a good man nor one I liked, but the way his tongue flicked my new piercing back and forth over my clit dissolved all of my recalcitrance.

“I want to hear you,” he growled, nipping at the hood of clit so that my hips jerked and sent a salt shaker spilling to the floor. “Tell me how much you love my mouth on your cunt, or I’ll keep you here all night on the edge of climax.”

A sob bubbled in my throat.



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