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“Just give her what she wants,” the guy in the back mumbles, annoyed.
Nathan smirks. “A kiss from all of us …” He leans forward in his chair and tucks a middle finger underneath my dress, brushing my thighs as he pulls me closer until I almost fall into him. “Do you know how many girls would beg for that chance?”
“I doubt it,” I spit back, glancing at his index finger, which is merely a stump. “Is that your good hand or your bad one? Poor girls.”
“Oh boy,” Milo mutters. “Now she’s gone and done it.”
Nathan’s face tightens, and his jaw tenses.
“Fingers are a poor man’s choice,” he says through gritted teeth as his fingers inch farther up my thighs, setting my senses ablaze. “There are infinite toys to rise beyond what even flesh can’t offer. Everything you could ever dream of, I have at my disposal. The way I please would have you screaming and begging for God to make the rolling orgasms stop.”
He pauses. “Kneel.”
“What?” I frown.
“You heard me.” He leans in and comes eye to eye with me, darkness spreading in his grim smile. “Kneel.” His gravelly and low voice brings goose bumps to my skin.
“Nathan … really?” the guy on the couch says, shifting in his seat. “Do we have to do this?”
“Yes, really. Now.”
Suddenly, he grips my shoulders, and my knees are forced to cave beneath the weight of his hands.
His middle finger pushes my chin up to meet his gaze. “Now … you want to know if I kissed you?”
“Yes,” I reply.
He leans in with a seductive look on his face. “You’ll get your kiss …” he murmurs. My eyes close, lips puckered, waiting until I finally know if it was him. “After you’ve begged.”
“What?” I lean back, incensed.
But he’s already stood up and marched to a boudoir in the back of the room.
Nathan returns carrying what looks like a saddle, along with a kind of rose-shaped item.
What the …
“What is that?” I ask.
He pushes the rose into the saddle and goes to his knees before me, his hand sliding underneath my dress. “A rich man’s choice of ecstasy.”
RIP!
I gasp as he rips my panties away and pushes me down onto the device. He leans in to whisper, “You won’t need those anyway. Unless you prefer them completely soaked through.”
The smirk when he sees my reaction makes me want to punch him. But these ties still keep me from trying, and he knows.
Fuck.
He pulls a remote control from his pocket, and my eyes follow as his middle finger hovers over a certain button.
The guy on the couch whose name I still don’t know sighs out loud.
Nathan turns his head. “You’ve got a problemnow?”
They exchange daring looks, but then the guy simply waves his hand. “Fine, go ahead.”
“Good choice,” Nathan says. “You’re gonna love this.”
