Page 387 of Phobia
My hands flew to my chest, poorly attempting to shield my cleavage from them. “Bastien? What’s going on?” I looked to him for protection, but his eyes were on me as if he were ready to devour me, too. A shiver ripped through my body and I stumbled backward.
“Don’t be afraid, little songbird. These are my friends.”
“Your friends?” Were these the friends he spent nights waiting for—the gang of guys undressing me with their eyes?
Each man boasted different features. Some had light skin, others shared Bastien’s darker complexion, and some were in between. But the one thing they all shared was a craving...for me.
This wasn’t where I should have been. I had just left one fucked-up situation for another.
“I should leave.” I spun on my heels, but Bastien pulled me into his body.
“Don’t go. Let me make yeh mine.”
“I don’t understand. Why are they here?” Their presence frightened me; I just wanted Bastien to myself.
“They are here to help me.”
He was talking in circles. Usually, I found it mysterious and intriguing, but this time, I needed a clear explanation.
“Bastien, I don’t want to be here withthem.” I couldn’t even look in their direction without chills overtaking my body.
“Don’t focus on them. Focus on the man who loves yeh.”
What?My heart stopped. “You love me?”
I hadn’t expected a proclamation like that, especially when I had just tried to convince him to marry me and he’d resisted.
But his smile told the truth. “Do yeh trust me, little songbird?”
I nodded. He held me with our bodies flush together, and I could already feel my anxiety dripping away, just like it always did when I was with him.
He tipped my chin up and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. “I promise to take care of yeh...forever.”
And I knew he meant it. His mouth crashed into mine, our lips opening for each other. Our tongues played together in a symphony of devotion. His kiss always flushed my body with heat, while his touch cooled the fever.
He weaved his hands through my hair, my locks snagging on his knuckles as he consumed me. Delicious, wet kisses rained down my neck. I arched into his adoration and let out a heady moan.
I was unable to ignore the audience before us and their guttural, animalistic sounds.
“Bastien,” I moaned, gripping his hair. “We can’t do this with them watching.”
His fingers worked quickly, removing the threading of my corset in the front. “Don’t mind them, baby. Y’er mine, and we’re gonna make yeh feel so good.”
We?Oh, God. What the fuck did Bastien have in mind for me? I should have run, but my feet were frozen. I tried to tell myself that I was in shock, but a deeper part of me knew that I was intrigued by this—that I was sick enough to stay of my own volition.
Quicker than humanly possible, Bastien stripped me of my clothes, all the way down to my feet. Before I could register any shyness for my naked body, his mouth was hot on my nipple, licking and sucking until my mound ached violently for his cock. His fingers trailed down my belly, finding my swollen clit. I cried out with the first circle he worked into me.
“See how responsive she is, boys?”
The men groaned their appreciation. I let my head fall back, and I caught sight of some of them with their hands working at their crotches, rubbing themselves off to the show. Tomyshow. My awareness grew fuzzier, and their presence now seemed little more than a lustful dream. The myriad of eyes watching my forbidden pleasure turned me on.
Bastien pressed kisses down my torso, until he was on his knees before me. “Her cunt tastes like nectar, too.” His tongue stroked the cleft between my legs, collecting my wetness. My hands shot out and I gripped his shoulders to steady myself against the bliss that coursed through my body.
“We want to taste her, too,” one of the men called out.
Bastien pulled away from my pussy. “I could never disappoint a good friend like yeh, Jerome.”
I shook my head. “Bastien, I can’t.” I needed an orgasm like I needed water right now, but I didn’t want him to share me with strangers. I was his. This was wrong...so why couldn’t I fight him harder than this half-assed attempt I was offering now?
