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Her lips part, releasing the sexiest moan. I’m suddenly grateful my pants are unzipped because I’m uncomfortably hard as it is. Around me, I sense bodies shifting as more people step in to witness her pleasure unfold.

The first taste goes straight to my head, I can’t help but bury my face between her thighs. I take my time. Every breath, every helpless sound, every tremble has me closer to coming apart. The visual is enough to quash my control.

My tongue dips inside, then travels up to her clit where I suck. She jerks against my lips—I love the response she has to me. She writhes on my tongue and I have to fight to keep her still. I murmur into her skin, praising how good she’s doing.

“You taste even sweeter when you fight it.”

I keep going, steady and merciless, until her thighs shake around me and she scratches her nails over my scalp. Every sound she makes feeds my darkness, and my tongue turns cruel against her clit, devouring her like a punishment. I hold her in place, working her pussy over, carrying her higher and higher.

A covetous, territorial instinct courses through my veins, making me want to bare my teeth at every man in here. The broken sounds she makes are enough to satisfy my desire to claim. I want every person who watches me eat her dripping cunt to understand I’m the only man who will ever draw these ragged sounds out of her. They can watch, but it’s my tongue she comes on. I pant, marveling at how stunning she is. I can’t believe this woman is all mine. As soon as she’s done twitching, I get to my feet and smile down at her, and spot the moment she notices everyone watching.

“You did so fucking good, Duchess,” I say admiringly, drawing her attention back to me. She responds so well to praise. I slide a hand along her thigh, loving the subtle vibration still flowing from her last orgasm. She looks at me like I’m the only person here that makes any of this real.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful . . . They love watching you.”

Even though her gaze is sated on sin, I cup her chin and study her face to make sure she’s still with me.

She nods and takes my hand, ushering me onto the round stage. She straddles me when I lie back, pulling my hard length out. Her delicate fingers skate along the metal bars, like she’s inviting everyone to admire them—to see my pierced cock and witness the way her eyes light up when she touches it. I groan.

“How does it feel to command all that power?” I ask.

“So good,” she whines.

I grip her thigh with one hand and keep the other at her waist, guiding and encouraging as the heat in the room builds. Desire radiates from onlookers who want her, admire her, crave her. I welcome it. Because she’s not looking at them, she’s looking at me. My hand slides into her hair as she settles over my cock. “You want this?”

She nods.

“Then say it like you fucking mean it,” I growl.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, smiling as she slowly sinks down. “I want it. And I want to feel every set of eyes when you give it to me.”

Jesus Christ.

“Tell them, Casper,” she demands. “Who do I belong to?”

Every dark instinct in me blooms. Fuck, this woman makes me feral. My grip firms on the structured corset at her side. I’m speechless for a moment.

“Me.”

She pushes me to my back and plants a hand beside my head, using the other to grip my jaw. She leans forward, rolling her hips. “Say it again.”

“You’re fucking mine.”

She smirks like she just got what she came for. That four-letter word was her mission and she fucking accomplished it. Anna leans back and braces her palms against my thighs, rocking and grinding on my ladder while I’m buried deep.

The haughty expression on her face is intoxicating.

“Look at you.” I glance around us. “You’ve got the whole room hypnotized.”

“Then let’s make them suffer a little.”

I close my eyes, gathering my composure, when all I want to do is flip her onto her back and fuck her stupid.

I blink open again and take her in. Flushed cheeks, a hungry stare, and that fuchsia velvet that pushes up her gorgeous tits. Pink hair dancing as she rides. She’s stunning. Quiet murmurs exist around us, but for the most part she’s shut them up—demanding their rapt attention—while her gaze stays glued to mine.

The room fades in and out around us. Faces blur, hushed voices disappear. There’s only Anna and those hazy, bliss-drunk eyes staring back at me. I let her take the lead as she finds a slow rhythm, the swell of her breasts rising and falling with each gyration.

I can’t help but stare because she looks so goddamn powerful, taking what she wants and forcing me to endure every second of it. She sits up, arching her back, one hand raking through her hair, moving it to one side.