Page 99 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
I blink, stunned.You’re asking that?My breath catches, and I can’t believe I’m holding it, waiting for Dorian’s judgment like it matters.
Slowly he nods. “I believe she has.”
“In that case, Isla”—Brennan locks his gaze on mine—”you may remove your dress.”
My mouth gapes open. “Here?” I manage, looking between the two men. “Now?”
“Or not.” Dorian shrugs, casual as sin. “We can go through all of this again tomorrow if you’d rather go to bed needy tonight.”
Anything but that. I’m honestly not sure I can take any more.
Still, hesitating, I glance out the window.
We’re on back roads, and it’s pitch-black outside. The windows are tinted so dark that no one can see in.
And yet we have a driver who is very much aware of everything happening in the vehicle.
Maybe Vieille Rivière and the single glass of champagne has emboldened me. Either way, after only a slight hesitation, I peel off the dress.
“The correct response is always,Yes, Sir,” Dorian tells me.
I’m not sure I can manage that. But in seconds, I’m once more bared to them. And my collar winks as we pass beneath a streetlight.
Brennan unfastens his safety belt and kneels before me, his hands rough and warm as he grips my thighs. “Put your legs on my shoulders.”
His earlier words echo in my mind. Surely he doesn’t mean to…
“Do it,” Dorian snaps. “And do it now.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Isla
“I…” I freeze for a moment, but Brennan and Dorian are both determined.
The SUV continues to hum through the dark, making New Orleans nothing but a blur of distant lights beyond the tinted windows.
I’m naked—completely, maddeningly exposed—while Dorian and Brennan sit fully dressed, their tailored suits a stark contrast to my vulnerability. The collar at my throat feels tighter than ever, and its silver weight an awful reminder of their claim on me.
I’m trembling from hours of being teased, edged, and denied. Back at the restaurant, the ache between my legs started to pulsate, demanding release.
Brennan forces my legs farther apart with a possessiveness that makes me suck in a deep breath. “Put your legs on my shoulders.” His low, commanding voice leaves me no room for hesitation.
My tummy twisting, I glance at the driver’s partition. He’sthere, just feet away, eyes fixed on the road—or so I hope. The thought of him hearing, knowing, sends a flush of shame crawling up my chest.
I can’t believe Dorian is okay with this.
And beneath the flash of a streetlight, I notice that his cock is hard.
“You were warned.” Dorian reaches between my legs and pinches my clit.
Yelping, digging my fists into the leather beside me, I squirm, desperate to escape, but Brennan seizes the opportunity to place my legs where he wants them.
Then his mouth finds the nub of flesh that Dorian had just tormented. With his tongue, he soothes away Dorian’s punishment.
Moments later, he lifts his head. “I think she likes being disobedient.”
“No!” But again, my body betrays me. I’m so wet it’s embarrassing. And I hate that small amounts of pain turn me on.
