Rafe’s silver eyes cut to mine as he walks beside us, his bare chest gleaming in the violet light of Fourth Chime. “You dressed like our lover, not our employee, so now you’ll continue playing that part.”
“For the night?”
“For as long as it pleases me,” says Rafe.
My heart and mind are racing and I can’t decide if this is Heaven or Hell. But one thing is for sure, I welcome this. I want the madness they’re offering. I want them both savagely.
44
MINE, RAFE
When we enter our suite,Lorian gently hands me Eve so that he can undress.
Once I have her, I peel her wet dress off easily.
“Sovereign—”
“If we’re lovers, you call me Rafe,” I say.
"Rafe—"
"Was this part of your strategy?" I ask against her neck, tasting the skin I've wanted to mark all evening. "Making me crazy watching every other male in that ballroom imagine you naked? You know how many of those trainers have downloaded your holograph tonight?"
"I didn't think?—"
"No, you didn't." I lift her, pinning her against the wall with my body. "You didn't think about how I'd feel watching you display yourself like that."
"You have a holograph of me, so I didn’t think you’d have any issue with me wearingclothing and doing my job?—"
Lorian appears beside us. "And you did your job well. I’m proud of you." His hand tangles in her hair, tilting her head back. "Although seeing you in that dress and watching you expertly moving through the room like you belonged there, made me want to continue the fantasy.”
“The fantasy that you're ours,” I say. “This isn’t about a terrible replica of you, because we made sure that companion holograph isn’t really you. This was about you dressing like… something we can never have. To taunt us.” I pause, searching her brown eyes. “We want you, Eve, so much. And we can never have you as anything more than an employee. And what we’re going to do now is only going to make that longing worse.”
"I..." She's panting now with anticipation, her body caught between us. "I want..." She closes her eyes. "I want you both."
The words break something inside of me. I claim her mouth again, rougher this time, while Lorian's teeth find her throat.
She moans, and her small body arches between us.
"Is that what you need?" I ask when I finally let her breathe. "To be reminded that this body belongs to us?"
"Yes," she whispers.
I look at Lorian over her shoulder. He smiles that dangerous smile of his and says, “Then let's remind you properly."
Lorian holds her from behind, one arm crushing her wrists together, the other dragging down her belly. He presses his mouth to her ear, his voice smooth as poison. “So much hair on her soft little body. I told you, Brother—I like her this way. Wild. Raw. Ours.”
I grip her chin and force her to look at me. “And these breasts…” I lower my head, seize one swollen nipple between my teeth. She gasps, arching even as she shakes. “Perfect andheavy for her small frame. They were made for mouths like ours, Lorian.”
Her cry is sweet when I suck hard, my tongue flicking the sensitivepeak while Lorian kneads the other breast from behind. He rolls her nipple between his fingers mercilessly until her knees give out.
Her body reacts, and I revel in every tremor, every drop of wet heat spilling down her thighs, and every moan that passes her lips. Months of denial under the Venus Lock—all of it is crashing down now.
Lorian slides his hand lower, fingers spreading her open, and he groans against her neck. “Soaked. I could drown in this cunt. You’ve been starving for sex, little Eve, and now we’re going to feed you until you scream and cry and wonder if you’re still breathing or if your heart is still beating.”
I lift my head from her breast, my lips wet with her taste, and press my fingers inside her. She squeezes down hard, clenching, desperate, and I snarl. “Tight. So fucking tight. And wet, but are you ready for your little body to be fucked by giants?”
Her eyes squeeze shut, but I won’t let her hide.
