Page 231 of Indulge
“So good. Fuck!”
I smile against her skin. “Look in the mirror, baby. Look how beautifully you break for us.”
I grip her jaw, making her meet my gaze in the reflection. Her eyes lock with mine, and she gasps.
“Perfect, isn’t it?” I mutter.
Her leg trembles in my grasp, so I tighten my fingers around her throat, pressing the pressure points just right to push her higher.
“You want me to be a good boy for you after this, huh?” I ask.
“Y-Yes. So bad.”
I grin, tracing my tongue along the shell of her ear.
“Come for Reggie then, precious. And come fucking hard.”
She does. She screams his name, body shaking in my arms. And the second he’s done, I spin her around, crashing my mouth over hers, backing her into the mirror. My hand slams against the glass as I devour her like a starving man.
“Fuck. I need you. I need you so bad, Bella. Please let me have you now,” I groan.
She loves when I beg. When I turn into a needy good boy for her cunt.
Hooking her leg around my waist, I slide two fingers inside her soaked heat and moan against her ear.
“So fucking tight. So ready for us,” I praise.
Her fingers wrap around my shaft. “And I need your perfect dick inside me, rockstar. Now.”
I’m breathless, staring into her green eyes, dark with desire.
“How do you want us?” I ask, dragging my tongue along my lip.
Her gaze flicks to the window, the Eiffel Tower glowing beyond the glass, before she looks back with a sly arch of her brow.
“Did you two bring me here just so you could Eiffel Tower me in front of the actual Eiffel Tower?” she asks.
I chuckle, sliding in another finger. “No. But now that you’ve mentioned it, that seems like the perfect plan.”
Her mouth parts, a moan spilling out with my name. “Y-yes. I want that.”
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I push against Rowan’s chest with a smirk, and he moves back.
Reggie’s arm hooks around my waist, pulling me hard against him.
“You make the rules with him, but you still follow mine.”
I look up at him through my lashes. “I know, sir.”
The word slips out like a confession, my pulse kicking in my throat. Rowan watches me the way he always does when Reggie takes control—his eyes dark and protective, hunger simmering beneath restraint.
“Please, Reggie. Please give me this.”
His lip twitches into a smile. “Seeing as you asked so nicely.”
