Page 134 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

Then,the door opens.

A fresh wave of heat crashes through me as Hank steps inside.

The look on his face?

Pure possession.

“Do you remember your safeword?” His voice is a deep, measured rumble, his gaze sliding over my restrained form.

“Remind her,” Gabe says, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, as if he’s perfectly happy to let Hank take over.

Hank prowls forward, stopping just close enough that I can feel the heat of him, but he doesn’t touch me.

“Tell me, luv.” He tilts his head.

I wet my lips, my body humming with anticipation. “Marshymellow.”

His lips twitch. “That’s right. And you can use it anytime. No questions. No judgment.”

I nod, my pulse hammering.

His fingers trail up my stomach, barely there, teasing, skimming over my ribs, my sides, my collarbone—everywhere except where I need him.

My body strains, desperate for more.

“You were so eager to reward me, luv,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing over my ribs, down my stomach. “Now it’s our turn to have some fun.”

I shudder, my thighs clenching, my body aching for them, for more.

“Look at her.” Hank clicks his tongue, amused. His knuckles skim up my inner thigh, just shy of where I need him, making me tremble. “Absolutely wrecked, and we’ve barely touched her.”

“Relax, sweetheart.” Gabe moves behind me, his hands settling on my hips, holding me in place.

I try.

But they know.

They know exactly how to unravel me.

Hank’s mouth brushes my ear. “We’re going to play a little game.”

Gabe’s fingers skate lower.

“Let’s see how long you can last.”

And then?—

Pleasure.

Pure, agonizing, teasing pleasure.

Hank moves first.

His touch starts light, barely there, his fingertips skating along the sensitive dip of my collarbone, tracing the ridge of my shoulder, dipping lower—just enough to make me ache for more.

He explores me like he owns me, like he’s memorizing every inch of my skin.

I shiver, wrists straining slightly against the leather straps above me.

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