Page 7 of The Possession

“No,” Master Declan cut in, stepping into his path and directly into me again, his torso brushing mine and pinning me between him and Master Luka. “I want to watch her crawl.”

A quake went through my core at the notion. My skirt was so short that they’d see everything. Of course, that was the point.

Master Luka brushed a kiss against my raging pulse before he murmured, “It’s a beautiful sight. Would you like her to lead the way to her playroom?”

“Yes, and her performance will determine if I follow,” Master Declan replied.

I swallowed. This man exuded dominance in all ways, just like Master Luka. The two of them together…Oh God. They possessed the potential to destroy me in the best way possible.

Or shatter me completely.

“You heard Master Declan,” a dark voice whispered in my ear. “Give him a good show, baby. Entice him to play.”

Chills swept up and down my body, causing my breath to stutter as I replied, “Yes, Sir.”

Neither man moved, forcing me to rub against them both as I escaped the cage created by their strong forms. I could feel their eyes on me every inch of the way, their gazes warming as I lowered myself to the rug.

Crawl, I coached myself, another of those delicious trembles rocking through my body.

I loved seducing Master Luka, and I knew exactly how to do it. But what about Master Declan? Would he prefer my hips to sway? Did he enjoy unhurried movements? Should I keep my head up to arch my spine, or focus on the ground?

My palms met the edge of the rug, my fingertips brushing the marble beyond. The hem of my dress inched upward,hitting the crease of my ass as I began to move. Each shift forward seemed to send it higher, the tight fabric a sinful caress against my skin.

One of the men hissed under his breath when I ascended the three stairs that led from the foyer up into the living area.

My knees immediately cried out in relief at touching the plush white carpet, but my temporary reprieve was lost to the groan behind me. All that did was make me want to move faster. Yet I forced myself to maintain the slow pace, moving my hips in silent invitation along the way.

This was my favorite part of the game. I ignored the burns against my knees, the way the changing floors impacted my palms, and instead focused on the footsteps behind me. Were there three sets or two? Was Declan intrigued enough to play?

It took considerable effort not to glance back at them, to see who trailed behind me. Instead, I chose to believe they were all there, salivating in my wake.

It made me feel powerful.

Iintrigued them.

Iseduced them into playing.

It didn’t matter that I was the one on my knees, demeaning myself before them, because in the end, they would be the ones begging for a taste.

Anticipation curled in my lower abdomen, scattering butterflies through my stomach. I had no idea what they were going to do to me. They could chain me to the bed, gag me, and fuck me to within an inch of my life. That knowledge should terrify me—and in some ways, it did—but it also set my blood on fire.

Master Luka owned me.

Could do whatever he wanted to me.

And I trusted him to keep me safe, just as he had since the day we met.

The hallway ended in my room—the one I took guests to. I’dleft it unlocked and partly open, knowing this was where we’d end up tonight. With one hand, I pushed the wood inward as far as possible, allowing the men behind me a glimpse into the darkness of my life.

Then I crawled over the threshold, all the way to the rug at the foot of the four-poster bed, and assumed the position Master Luka taught me.

My forehead touched the black rug, leaving my rump in the air and fully exposed. I knew better than to fix the fabric that had bunched around my hips. Just as I knew better than to glance at the men to see who had followed me. I would wait in this pose until someone told me to do otherwise.

No one spoke, but I felt their energy shifting as they entered. Just as I heard the rustle of clothing and footsteps as the two guests explored the room. Then I felt the heat of a male standing right behind me. “That’s one hell of a view.”Master Ian, my mind supplied.

Someone grunted in agreement.Master Declan, I hoped.

Warmth tingled along the back of my thighs as a foot nudged my knees farther apart. Then he was gone in the next breath, followed by silence as the men merely watched me.

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