The Bride (The Boss 3)

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the all you’d like, but you aren’t going anywhere,” he warned, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine, Sophie. Tonight I will use you, I will punish you, I will hurt you, any way I please. Why is that?”

I wetted my lips. My breath shuddered from my lungs. It was hard to concentrate under the onslaught of his titillating words and his wicked touch. “Because…” My voice broke on a gasp as he slipped one finger up and down my clitoris.

His arm tighter around my ribs, and his hand stilled in my panties. “Say it.”

“Because I’m yours, Sir.”

His fingers moved in a final, slow circle. He pulled his hand away, and I stifled my whimper of protest. Sir would not like it if I asked for more than he wanted to give me.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, and when I did, he forced his fingers past my parted lips. “Taste yourself.”

I sucked his fingers clean. This was one of his favorite things to do, and I’d gotten used to the musky, slightly salty flavor.

“Did you ever do this before?” he asked, gently pushing his fingers in and out of my mouth in a maddening tease, giving me exactly what I wanted on the wrong part of my body.

I nodded.

“When?”

He dragged his fingers slowly from my mouth, over my chin and down my throat.

“When I’ve masturbated, Sir. Every once in a while, I like to taste myself.” My face got hot at the admission. He could pull secrets from me on a whim.

“Do you think of me while you’re touching yourself?” He trailed the backs of his fingers across the skin between my breasts.

“I do, Sir.” Gooseflesh stood out all over my body.

“Every time?”

“Every time, Sir.”

He pinched one nipple, hard. “Tell the truth now.”

I gasped in pain. “Not every time, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

He rubbed his fingertips in soothing circles over the flesh he’d just tormented. “Who do you think of?”

Without hesitation, told him. “I think of Emir. And I think of other men.”

“Tell me.”

“About Emir, Sir?” My breath quickened as Neil’s hands cupped my breasts, and he drew his fingers slowly back and forth over the sensitive lower curve.

“If you’d like to start there.” He dipped his head to nibble my shoulder, and a chill raced up my spine.

It was difficult to concentrate, but that might have been in my favor. My words rolled out free from self-conscious structure. “Lately I’ve been imagining what he did to you when you two were together. About how it would have felt for you. About what it must have looked like, pretending I’m in the room watching.”

“Spread your legs wider.”

I was already straddling his lap, but I opened wider, my hips canting forward, giving him better access to my body.

“Go on,” he said, one hand cupping my vulva, kneading me through my wet panties.

“I think about what it would be like to be with many men at once. Their hands all over my body, hands on my breasts, fingers in my pussy, in my ass. Being used for their pleasure and taking pleasure in it.”

His cock pressed against my ass through his trousers. I didn’t grind against it. I hadn’t been invited.