Page 221 of Enthrall Shadows
“So wet,” he said softly. “Good girl.”
I shivered.
How dare he say that to me, knowing the kind of power I wielded? Yet I was made fragile against his thrumming. Reaching behind me, I caressed his cock. It grew harder in my palm.
Before us, the consummate performance was blazing hot upon that opulent bed.
We continued to pleasure each other, me rubbing him through his pants and him flicking me as though needing me to come.
Our connection felt soul-deep.
Olivia moaned softly, desperate to be allowed to orgasm. But she was holding back, obeying her master as best she could despite these dramatic circumstances. Her body shuddered in delight, full of need as they tortured her with her own arousal.
She was so turned on because they’d subdued her.
Atticus was proving his mastery of a new ingénue as he coaxed and praised her, whispered and growled his control. Tattooed hands eased apart her labia, holding that pose for their guests.
Another man was invited to bow before our erotic princess, devouring her sex as though she offered the fountain of youth.
And then another man after that, bowing at her feet to pleasure her with a zealous mouth—each gentleman taking their time to lavish her with affection.
Soon, it would be Henry’s turn.
Apparently realizing the order of service for Highgrove’s chamber, Henry stepped away from me and led the way toward a door on our left.
We slipped into another room.
He used his handkerchief to wipe his fingers clean and then tucked that tell-tale square of white material back into his pocket.
I waited for him to react.
Say something.
Tell me what he thought of us all.
Of me.
Henry met my gaze. “Let’s take this to one of your dungeons.”
We left the room and hurried down the central staircase, making our way along the foyer to the private doorway.
Briskly, we descended the spiraling staircase.
I glanced Henry’s way to see if he might change his mind. He seemed just as eager to make it to our destination—all the way to my favorite dungeon.
The ultimate gentleman, Henry gestured for me to go on ahead inside the dimly lit, red-walled chamber. Once he was inside, I turned and locked the door behind us.
“Filthy girl,” he said huskily. “You deserve to be fucked hard for that.”
My body shuddered in response to his harshness.
“I’m going to punish you,” he said, “because you are out of control.”
Any other man and I’d have been able to rally my power and take charge. But Henry was demanding.So demanding.
Dominant and fiercely controlling.
He peeled off his mask revealing an intense expression and a razor-sharp gaze that was impossible to break away from.
