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Our eyes locked.
He bit his bottom lip.
I flinched as Peter said with booming authority, “You’ve racked up quite a debt, miss. Your wedding is next week, and I doubt you’ll be back once you’re on your honeymoon.” Holding out his hand, he opened and closed his fingers. “Pay me. I won’t let you leave here until you do.”
Corine pressed her palms to her cheeks in a dramatic shock. “But I have no money. That’s why I’m marrying him. He’s wealthy. I-I needed you to show me how to please him, so he gives me an allowance and—”
“Excuses. I’m so sick of excuses.” Peter snatched her wrist and spun her again, plastering her to his body. He sashayed her around the stage as if he truly was a Latin teacher. He certainly moved like one with rolling hips and sensual dips. “I’ve taught you how to make him want you. I’ve shown you what makes a man hard. You’ve made me hard. I did what you asked, and now…you owe me.”
Pushing out of his arms, Corine dashed to the other side of the stage. “Give me a few days. I’ll get some money. I’ll bring it to you and—”
“No.” Peter crossed his arms again. “Money now or…” Unwinding his posture, his hands dropped to his trousers. “Or you pay me in other ways.”
Corine gulped. “O-Other ways?”
Stalking toward her, Peter popped the button of his pants. “You’re not married yet.”
“Wait! You can’t mean—”
“I fuck you, and we’ll call it even.” Peter smiled as he stroked his cock through his trousers. “Let me show you how a real man fucks before you marry that ancient creep.”
“I can’t.” She dashed away. “I-I’m engaged.”
“So?”
“So…I can’t. I won’t.”
“Won’t what? Tease me? Because you’ve been doing that all week.” His jaw tipped down. “I’m done not getting what I’m owed, miss, and that means…you either get on your hands and knees and take it or…”
She balled her hands against her chest, pushing up her breasts. “Or?”
“I take it anyway.”
Henri pinched the bridge of his nose, his shadow jerky in the darkness. The swell of his pants revealed he was just as affected as me. Just as shocked that dinner’s entertainment was straight-up porn. Just as horrified because he was a cop and didn’t sign up for any of this.
My skin prickled with heat. My insides turned into fire the longer I watched him. The reluctant law enforcer turned Master. The awful cloak of resolution to play a part that disgusted him.
Memories of him thrusting inside me came thick and fast.
The delirious way he filled me.
The incomparable connection I’d felt.
I hadn’t come. I doubted I would ever come while being watched and technically abused, but…I had felt pleasure. I’d felt wanted. And I’d been treasured in a roundabout terribly tangled way.
And then, he’d fed me.
Cared for me.
Before Charles ruined it, the way he provided for me was like a tender form of foreplay. I’d felt more desire in that moment than I ever had, and that desire now trickled through my cells, gathering wet and achy between my legs.
I throbbed.
I didn’t want to. I wished I could stop it.
But…it was him.
He affected me.
