My whole body feels as though it’s floating on air. It might be what Reeve’s been chasing, for different reasons, but I can see the appealing side of it.
The obsession it causes for more.
Bending over, my cock slides out of Bay’s mouth before I lick myself off her cheekbone, holding out my tongue for her to take the rest.
Bay falters for a moment, searching my eyes for something she’s not going to find before her lips wrap around my offering, and she sucks me off there, too.
My tongue licks at her lips of their own accord when Bay finishes taking all of me, but she remains deathly close to me, as if she can’t pry herself away.
Ozzy is mine. In any capacity he wants to be. He’s my husband. And I don’t see us divorcing any time soon, if you thought that’s the direction I was heading.
Does that mean she never wants to leave me? That she never wishes for me to go away?
After all this is over, is she going to want to move on with someone who actually knows what they want and need?
Deep in my head, Bay’s mouth brushes along mine, innocent and almost shy.
I dare not deny her when she’s already done so much for me.
However, I don’t necessarily make the move she’s asking for because I’ve never done that either.
Vivian got close, but I could never pull the trigger to hurt my brother if she did. It wasn’t like I was craving it either, like the way I feel for Bay in different ways every day.
Finally moving, I press my lips into hers with a softness I didn’t know I entirely possessed. I feel the pressure of hers, not forcing but not giving me any space to half-ass it either.
My mouth widens, taking Bay’s along with mine before my tongue slips past her lips and a whimper I’ve only heard for Cairo sounds in my ears, sending me off to a whole other world in Bay’s realm of existence.
Thisis what it feels like to be owned by Bay Astor.
And may the devil help me because I’m not mentally capable of ever resisting her again.
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I’m honestlyin a daze watching Ozzy pace the room back and forth like a caged animal for fuck knows how long.
I don’t think he fully realized how big of a deal it was when he shoved his cock in my mouth and demanded I swallow him. He just owned me in some silent, strong way that made me want him to punish me however he saw fit.
With Cairo, it’s always a power struggle. Sure, he wins and shit—in his eyes—because he gets to do what he wants.
However, I like to watch him lose control over his serious and bossy nature when he attempts to lay down the law.
So, who is winning now?
However, with Ozzy, I want to be told what I can and can’t do while he’s taking everything how he wants and can control. I’m not going to lie, I’d also like to see what I can get away with as well.
Obviously, I’ve never seen him lose his cool, but he can do it any day if I get to watch his face scrunch and battle with the inner demons he faces.
I mean, I, Bay Astor, sucked off Ozzy Ryland in a dirty basement while we’re kidnapped and probably in for a night of hell.
I wonder how many females can say that?
The answer better be none, or I’ll dig Vivian Muncy up and beat the shit out of her.
I’m ponderinghowI can defy him without getting myself killed when the door to the room suddenly opens, and Ozzy’s on his heels within seconds.
He throws a sucker punch at the first asshole who strides in, bringing a throng of men at his heels, shoving Oz back and farther into the room before the scene breaks out into a brawl.
