Page 50 of Princess of Thieves

When he finally releases me, we’re both breathless.

Will turns back to Rob, and a fresh wave of arousal crashes over me, realizing anew that he’s there, watching, and visibly straining at the sight.

He wants this too. Wants me.

But doesn’t get me. Not for now.

The thought vibrates through me, powerful, bolstering.

I stand straighter, lift my head as I watch Will bring his still-wet hand to his lips and suck the tip of his index finger.

A single, gritted syllable escapes Rob’s mouth. “Fuck.”

“She tastes good.” Will darts a look at me. “You taste good, Maren.”

A burst of boldness flares in my chest. “Of course I do.”

Will sucks in a breath, surprised.

Rob shudders.

Will takes me by the hip, whispers into my neck. “Let’s show him how it’s done, shall we?”

I smile. “Yes. Let’s.”

Will nods and pushes me forward, surprisingly forceful, bending me at the waist until my palms rest flat on the leather. The position puts me directly in front of Rob’s face, his eyes hazy with something I can’t quite name.

“Look at her,” Will whispers, his voice harsh and commanding. He hooks his fingers at my waistband, strips me bare from the waist in a single motion. “You see how much she wants this?”

His palm smooths itself over my ass, then slides under my shirt to squeeze my breast, twist my hardened nipple into a peak. I move into his touch, biting my lip against a moan.

“Don’t hold back, Maren,” comes Will’s voice. “Not if you want to. Show him how good it feels.”

I close my eyes, lean my weight back into his hips even as I press forward into his hand, and let the sound escape my lips.

“Perfect.” Will says.

“Fuck.”

My eyes flutter open at Rob’s voice. I glance up, gaze half-lidded, to see him tense in his seat, eyes aflame and cock unmistakably hard beneath his jeans.

“Did she say could speak?” Will barks. He pinches my nipple for good measure, eliciting another moan from deep in my belly. “Tell him, Maren.”

“I...unh.” The words barely escape my throat, but I swallow, strain for control. “No talking.”

“That’s right. Good girl.” Will sucks in a breath, like he’s suddenly struggling to hold on. “Maybe we make him watch you try something new. You think? Because I want...” He stops, breathing hard, his own control slipping as his cock firms against the pressure of my ass. “I want to hit you. Right here.” He pulls his hand back, skims just below the small of my back.

“Yes,” I manage. “Do it.”

His palm strikes my ass, stinging, and the wave that clenches through me is so intense I wonder briefly if I already came. But no—not yet.

Except God, I want to.

The force of the blow jerks my gaze up, and I see Rob’s face, the pure torture in his eyes, the agony of watching me, and it only sends another flood down my body, to that firm wet point where I’m practically wrapped around Will’s trouser-clad thigh.

“Good?” Will asks. “More?”

“Yes.”

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