Page 17 of Sinful Chains

“Good.”

I brought her other foot to my mouth, lavishing her with the same pleasure, watching her every reaction, committing each one to memory. When she pressed her thighs together, I almost grabbed my dick, but I restrained myself. That was part of the experience for me, keeping myself chained untilshewas ready to release me.

“How your pussy feel?” I asked.

“Soaked,” she slurred with a smile.

“Mmm,” I hummed against her. “What do you want me to do with that?”

“We both know you know exactly what to do with it.”

I chuckled at that, low and wicked. “I wanna hear you say it, Princess.”

Her hooded gaze intensified. “Eat it. Make me cum.”

I set her feet on the floor, grabbed her hips, and pulled her to the edge of the chair.

“Whatever Princess wants.”

Chapter six

I descended the stairsslowly, adjusting the thin strap of my camisole, my heels clicking against the hardwood. The smell of fresh coffee and bacon filled the air, and I didn’t have to look to guess that Titan was at the stove, Cruz was leaning against the counter with a mug in his hand, and Storm was probably reading an article while he ate his perfectly balanced breakfast.

“Morning, beautiful,” Cruz greeted, his eyes skimming over me with appreciation. And he was standing exactly where I thought he'd be, mug in hand.

At the stove, Titan looked at me over his shoulder, his expression neutral. “Damn. You look good enough to ruin.”

I rolled my eyes, smiling as I said, “And you sound like you really mean that.”

“You know he does,” Storm said from the table, flipping a page of whatever he was reading. He didn’t look up, but I could hear the amusement in his voice.

I crossed the kitchen and stole a sip from his coffee just to see what he’d do. He let me, and smiled watching me. Of course.

I was his princess.

Cruz pulled out a chair for me at the breakfast bar. “Come eat.”

I took a bite of Titan’s bacon instead, leaning against the counter. “I don’t have time. I have a million things to do today.”

“Like what?” Titan asked in his no-nonsense way.

“A bunch of meetings, then deadlines, then after work, I have to shop for a dress for the wedding.”

Cruz raised an eyebrow. “New dress, huh? Who you out here trying to impress?”

I laughed. “Um, your frat brother’s bride. I’m not trying to look a mess in the pictures.”

Titan scoffed. “It’s for us, brother. She wants us drooling over her like a hungry man near a piece of juicy steak.”

I picked up another piece of bacon. “Yall drool over me no matter what I wear.”

Cruz grinned. “Unfortunately, that's facts.”

Titan tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “Who is your date?”

“Why?” I said, eyebrow raising. “Are you offering?”

They exchanged looks, then Storm finally looked up from his paper, eyes dark and intense. “Come with us," he said.

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