Page 71 of Taken by Moonlight
I swallowed hard. One thing to undress in the privacy of a bedroom or bathroom. But here, in the open, everyonewatching…
“Do it,” he ordered, leaning back. His long fingers drummed on the picnictable.
“Orwhat?”
“Or I’ll strip you myself, one piece of clothing at a time and take my sweet time doingso.”
Dante held some kind of sexual power over me, and so did his two betas. Forget about his order to getnaked.
He had already stripped me – discarding all the barriers I’d carefully placed around myself like a barbed wire fence. Eating heartily and enjoying food was the biggest secret I’d guarded. After dating a guy who remarked he should have taken me to a buffet so I could further stuff myself, I’d refrained from eating a lot in front ofmen.
I need boundaries, needed them to preserve myself and keep from being hurt. One by one they tumbled down as he ruthlessly exposed mysecrets.
But I understood the choices he offered. If I didn’t do as he asked, he would take control of this act, making me submit before thepack.
By removing my clothing myself, he allowed me a semblance ofcontrol.
Back at the club, Rodney the bear shifter had torn my clothing off, leaving me naked before the lusty crowd. The experience had humiliated me and shamedme.
I would not suffer thatagain.
Glancing around, I realized few paid attention to us. Most had finished eating and were talking, drinking or had gone over to the recreation area where a hearty game of volleyball had started. A few couples kissed in the shadows outside thetent.
Bright lights strung beneath the tent shone in my eyes as I looked upward. With a hand that trembled only a little, I reached back to unzip mydress.
Leaning back against the table, Dante watched with a hooded gaze. My fingers fumbled with the zipper. No help fromhim.
Finally, the zipper slid all the way down. Taking a deep breath, I shimmied out of it, feeling my body shake like Jell-O.
Damn, it was much easier to do this in the privacy of a bedroom, with mutedlight.
Or thedark.
The dress whispered to the concrete pavement in a pool of satin. Clad in a lacy white bra, my breasts overflowing the cups, and panties, Ishivered.
Maybe if I did this quickly enough, I’d appease him. Get it over with and then we could goupstairs…
Dante turned, beckoned to theothers.
“Come see how beautiful Peyton is,” heinvited.
So much forthat.
A tremor raced through me. I’d thought to do this unnoticed. Gabriel and Alex weren’t there, either, to loansupport.
Now, a crowd assembled, their expressions curious. Perhaps a few looked interested, but nothing like the feral hunger and cruel lust I’d glimpsed in theclub.
So different from Dante, who stared at my breasts, licking his lips as if he wanted to taste them. His hand fell to his crotch, and I noticed the impressive bulge in hispants.
He was definitely turnedon.
“You’re not finished. Finish,” he ordered. “Or I’ll have to spankyou.”
Whoa. Oh dear heavens, was this turning meon?
It was. I felt myself grow wet between mythighs.
Hands on hips I lifted my chin. “Oh?”
