Page 97 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
“The dress,” he prompts me.
Even though I’m shaky, he makes no move to help me. Instead, he steps back and fastens his gaze on me.
Hesitantly I pull my dress up and off, and he drapes it over his forearm.
“Now your bra.”
“You’re really going to make me do this?”
“If you want the dress back, you’ll get on with it.”
Sighing, I comply. In moments, I manage to release the clasp, and I drape the lingerie over my dress.
“That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
The door handle rattles, and I freeze.
Unfazed, Dorian calls out, “One moment!”
Of course he’s unbothered that he’s in the ladies’ room with the door locked.
“It’s me.”
Oh God.Brennan. And I’m standing here naked.
“Do not cover up.”
Fine.If they want me to own this, I’ll fucking own it.
Forcing down my nerves, I shake back my hair and stiffen my spine.
Dorian opens the door. Moments later, Brennan enters, turning the lock behind him.
He offers a soft, appreciative whistle. “Holy fuck me. You’re stunning.”
“She is, isn’t she?”
“Wondered if you were having a compliance issue,” Brennan tells Dorian.
“Our bride came around to my way of thinking.”
Both of them look at me, and I’m aware of my beaded nipples and the way my pussy pulses with need.
“The collar is even more beautiful when she’s naked.”
He reaches to cup my breasts. As he lifts them slightly, I suck in a sharp breath, and once more I’m flooded with arousal. “You’re perfect for us.”
Dorian moves in to capture each nipple between a thumb and finger.
As Brennan squeezes, digging in slightly, Dorian pinches and elongates my nipples. Their touch is maddening and everywhere except where I need it most.
They both intensify their grip, and the sensual onslaught overwhelms me.
I can’t believe I’m here, nude except for my heels and the expensive silver around my throat, and I’m only moments away from begging them to fuck me.
Right now, I don’t care who would know or what they might think.
I’m ensnared in their dark power, and I’m emotionally raw, seized by a shameless fever I can’t escape—or deny.
