Page 30 of The Captive's Curse
Enzo’s sharp gasp and the way his arm clamped down over my waist was extremely satisfying, even though flexing all my muscles, inside and out, had sent a shock all the way up my spine and into my scalp.
He’d stiffened, too.
His chest rose and fell faster against my back. I’d gotten to him.
So I did it again, starting to slide back and forth on his erection as it filled me completely again, biting my lip to keep in the moans that tried to form…only would it be better to moan to cover the wet squishing sounds his cock made in my ridiculously drenched hole, or not?
“I think I like it when you do the work,” Enzo growled into my ear. “You should get on my lap so I can see you writhing around. I’ll tie your hands behind your back like a good captor, hmm? Give you more of the service you expect and deserve.”
Oh, and that was the worst idea I’d ever heard, sickening and wrong, and I pushed back, taking him in, so deep and perfect, my wrists tingling as I imagined rope around them and my shoulders pulled back, Enzo’s offensive grin…
I nearly jumped out of my skin as the door rattled and clicked and brisk footsteps rang out, echoing off the high ceiling.
“What the fuck, Enzo?” Leander’s voice, vibrating with shock and a tinge of laughter.
Everything went dark and disorienting as Enzo—he’d flipped the edge of the cloak up over my head! I squirmed and flailed, and he yanked his arm out from around me and wrapped it over the top of the cloak, pinning me inside it.
“For fuck’s—you could knock!” Enzo said. He’d twisted his upper body around, his cock pulling partway out of me. “I work in here!”
I choked on a helpless snigger despite my irritation.
“Is that what you call it? Who’s wriggling around under there?”
I subsided with a huff, worming an arm up under the cloak so that I could push the hair out of my face and hold the fabric off of it to get a breath. Belatedly, I’d realized that ifLeander hadn’t seen me and confirmed my identity yet, maybe he shouldn’t.
He dashed that hope when he added, “Damn it, Enzo! That’s Lord Cyril, isn’t it? What happened to, ‘Our prisoners are sacrosanct,’ and ‘We’re men, not rutting animals,’ and—”
“Shut up, Leander,” Enzo snarled. “It’s not any of your—that rule is for—a gentleman doesn’t reveal his—”
Oh, gods, this level of stammering idiocy hurt my ears, not to mention my sensibilities. I ought to have been embarrassed on my own account, but instead Enzo had me cringing in such second-hand horror that I couldn’t even be bothered.
“Yes, it’s me,” I called, muffled in the cloak but clearly audible by the sudden silence that fell around me. “Cyril. You don’t need to lord me, Leander.” The cloak hid my smirk at Enzo’s indignant choke. Good. Fuck him. But my better nature, such as it was, reasserted itself. “A dawn mage’s usual potions don’t work on me. Enzo had no choice.”
There. That was a generous interpretation that would prevent Leander from accusing Enzo of having one rule for himself and one for his men, right? Enzo probably wouldn’t be nearly as grateful as he ought to be, but I’d have the satisfaction of knowing I’d risen above.
Leander made an odd sound I couldn’t identify through a cloak, and then burst into offensively loud peals of laughter, cackling like a demented chicken.
“No choice,” he howled. “No choice! He was no match for your, ha, your overwhelming physical, ha, oh, fuck, strength—” And then he was off again, words disappearing into guffaws.
What a fucking asshole. My cheeks burned. How dare he mock—well, both of us! How dare he! For one brief, shining moment I had nothing but fellow-feeling for Enzo. If Leanderwould only remove himself, we could shake our heads together over his insolence and perhaps finish what we’d started.
And then Enzo said, “He didn’t knock me over the head and hold me down, but it wasn’t like it was my idea! Leander, get out. Come back in an hour.”
I went completely still as my body participated in my brain’s total lack of ability to comprehend that.
It wasn’t like it was my idea.
His thick erection still half filled me. I had his come dripping out of me, all over this horrid chaise of his. He’dspanked me. And fucked me with his tongue. Licked my hole like a sweetmeat.
It wasn’t like it was my idea. A lie, clearly. But one he felt was necessary because he couldn’t bring himself to admit he’d actually desired me.
Even if Leander didn’t come back for a dozen hours, there was no way I’d be allowing Enzo to have his shamefaced, lying, hypocritical way with me again—at least until my curse made it absolutely necessary.
I held absolutely still, almost trembling with anger…and humiliation at last. When I’d believed Enzo had been embarrassedwithme, rather thanbyme, that had been something very different.
“We’re finished,” I said unsteadily. Hopefully the cloak still over my head would disguise that along with my wet eyes and absurdly flushed and damp face. “Wait outside for a minute. Enzo’s all yours. You can have him.”
My voice broke onhave, and I cleared my throat and buried my face in my arm.
