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She sucked in a mouthful of air as his nail brushed over her engorged nipple, and in that time, he bent his head and kissed her.
For the life of her, she tried to keep her lips closed, but all she saw was Darien’s smile and the daring touch on her nipple, and then all she felt was the way he tried to seduce her into opening her mouth for him.
His tongue lashed against her sealed lips, nibbling softly, before he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled until she slammed into the absolute hardness of his cock, her defenseless hands resting against his chest.
She gasped, her lips parting just a little as his thickness pressed into her, but Darien took that opening as a full-on invitation. His tongue slid into her mouth, and his lips ground against hers. He kissed her until she saw stars. And then he took her hand, placed it over his cock, and kissed her again.
She wanted to snatch her hand away immediately, but she forced herself not to react like some innocent virgin. Darien wanted to make her blush when her blushing days were behind her. He meant to make her feel as if she had submitted to him.
She submitted to no one.
But nothing could make her retrieve her hand from the warmth and colossal thickness of his cock. She couldn’t stop her shuddering, erratic breaths when he made his shaft twitch under her palm, all while kissing her so deeply and wetly that she was lost.
And when he was done with her mouth, he grinned at her, then looked down and waited for her to remove her hand.
Arrogant bastard.
Austin took her next. But instead of kissing her lips, he brought her to him and hugged her. She would have never, in a million years, thought a hug could be sensual, but it was.
The way he tucked her body against his, the way her naked breasts were cushioned against his chest, she could feel his muscular frame through his clothes. She wanted to crawl into his warmth and stay there forever.
He shifted a little back and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and the sides of her neck. His soft ministrations made her want to lose her mind. When he reached her face, kissing her cheeks again, she turned her head toward his mouth. Her desperation to feel his lips drove her mad. And that’s when Austin showed his true self.
He picked her up from the floor, and as he crushed his lips to hers, he crushed her body to his in the same manner. He made love to her mouth, and she wanted to pour her secrets into him, not that he even asked for them. He mopped up the wetness between the seams of her lips and kissed her until she was wet all over again.
But when Austin released her, reality snuck up on her.
This was not how it was supposed to be.
How many times had she repeated that exact phrase in her head? She’d lost count.
She wasn’t supposed to be kissed to within an inch of her life. Her lips weren’t supposed to be swollen. She wasn’t supposed to know that Emerson could dominate her anytime he wanted. That Darien could push her boundaries and make her do whatever he wanted. That Austin could seduce her body and her mind and make her want to tell him every dark secret she had.
She was supposed to be in charge. This was her gig and her show.
After kissing the soul out of her body, they stood in their godlike male beauty, supremely confident and self-assured in their suits—while all she wore was her underwear—and watched her.
They would never know just how much strength she was exercising not to cover up her breasts with her arms. She knew her body looked good. She gave up pizza, for goodness sake, but their gazes slipping up and down from her eyes to her toes rattled her.
She was suddenly shy, with a wave of modesty making her flush. But she was a grown woman. And they were ten years younger than her. She couldn’t give them any indication that they had displaced her completely.
No. She was in charge.
“Fine. Back to my rules.”
Not saying anything in return, they started to remove their jackets. She swallowed uncomfortably but had to carry on. She really wished she could bend, get her dress, and put it back on again, but she didn’t want it to come across as a sign of weakness.
“Every single one of them stays. I’m in charge, clear?” She asked, referring to her list of rules, never mind that it was futile after they broke the no-kissing rule.
"No, you’re not in charge."
They removed their ties. The flush on her skin started to scald her.
“I paid for you to do what I want you to do and nothing else.”
“Did you really pay for us?”
What an odd thing to say. Of course, she paid for them. They were right there with her at the auction. But her cognitive brain could no longer stay distraction-free.
