Page 94 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
“Intriguing, isn’t it?”
I’ve never experienced anything like this.
Dorian strokes his hand up my thigh. “Spread your legs and keep them that way.”
Even though my instinct is to refuse, I meet his gaze. And I get lost in the enigmatic depths.
“Do as you’re told.”
My lips pursed, I part my thighs, grateful for the long length of the tablecloth.
“Much better.” This time, he trails his fingertips up the inside of my thigh, making me suck in a breath.
As he nears the apex, he strokes back down again, and I exhale my relief.
But moments later, he repeats the action, this time going a little higher. “Are you wet?”
“No.” Desperately I shake my head as I fight off the instinct to escape.
“So you hate this?”
“Yes.” The word, the lie, is a hiss.
“There are consequences for not being honest with me, little one.”
God help me.
“What do you think I’m going to find?”
He can’t know the truth that even I want to hide from. Nothing about Vieille Rivière should turn me on, and I hate that it does.
“Well?”
Before I’m ready, he plunges his fingers beneath the gusset of my panties, making me shiver.
Triumph lights his eyes.
“So you hate being here.”
Horrified, I close my eyes, and he slides a finger between my labia.
He slowly pulls out his finger and traces my own dampness across my lips.
“Dorian…”
“You were warned about being dishonest.”
I shudder.
“Take off your panties.” His words are soft, wrapped in velvet.
There’s no way I can do that. “Here?”
“Here.” He locks his gaze on me. “And now.”
Heat floods my entire body.
“You can take them off beneath the table. Or you can stand next to Brennan, and he can do it for you.”
