God, I wanted one of the men—all of them, any of them, maybe Devin and his wicked tongue in particular—to suck my straining nipple hard into his mouth and pull.
I was still tracing over my pussy’s slit, sighing at the glorious pleasure of it even as I was pulsing with a need for more, when a sound startled me.
My eyes flew open—I didn’t remember closing them—and I snapped my head up to see the chilling Adonis I wanted and feared at once.
“You’re not supposed to be in here,” Alex’s rich, smooth voice spoke from the doorway.
His expression was as blank as ever, and maybe it was my own arousal coloring the scene rose-tinted, but I was sure I detected lust in his gaze.
I didn’t move my hands away from my body. Made no effort to hide what I’d been doing.
Instead, I locked eyes with him as I slid my hand lower, nearing my covered entrance.
While he watched, I traced back up to the apex of my need and let myself give the tiniest bit of pressure.
An amplification more than a relief, but I let out a whimper anyway.
Alex took it exactly as I hoped he would.
As a challenge.
A defiance.
Fresh waves of need flooded through me, soaked me further at my core, and I could have cried out when he said, “Oh, Frankie. You have no idea what kind of trouble you’ve gotten yourself into.”
His eyes said,You should be scared.
And I was. But I made sure my own expression said,Bring it on.
8
ALEX
The poor thing wanted to come so bad, she was writhing. Like her tight little body, which was made for this kind of pleasure, wasn’t sure how it would survive the denial of it.
And the thought that she was so ready to give it to herself, to make me watch as she played with her pussy until she came in my bed, had me instantly rock hard. But that wasn’t the way this scene would play out. I had another version of events in mind.
No one was going to bring this woman to orgasm but me. And the little minx would have to earn it first.
Frankie’s slim fingers, which had been obscured a little by the fabric of my shirt, moving against her wanton flesh out of my view, now traced lazily around the edge of her panties.
Though her cheeks were pink, her lush lower lip was trapped between her teeth in an expression that said she’d been caught, but she didn’t make any attempt to hide.
My pulse pounded. Who was this teasing, bold woman, and what had she done with the innocent, frightened girl we’d won at theauction? Could one night of experiencing pleasure with us have shifted her energy so completely?
“You’re not supposed to be in here,” I told her again, my voice low and deadly. The tone I reserved for enemies to the Buteras.
It had caused many a grown man to shake in his metaphorical boots, and yet Frankie maintained eye contact as she ran a finger down the damp seam of her sex.
Straight down the middle of that little strip of fabric that concealed her from me.
Barely. I could almost smell the heady warmth of her, could convince myself I could see the moisture seeping through the thin material all the way across the room.
“You weren’t supposed to be back yet,” she said a little breathlessly. I watched her other hand, which had fallen away from her body in the shock of being caught, form a new plan. It traced idly up her rib cage until it once again cupped one full, sweet breast. I clenched my fist.
“I’m not beholden to anyone’s schedule but my own,” I said. “But you are beholden to me. My rules.Myauthority.”
She shifted a little on the bed, as if edging the tiniest bit further away from me.
