Page 232 of Indulge
His hand grips my ass, the pressure firm enough to make my breath catch, pressing me tighter against him until I can feel his heartbeat hammer through his chest.
He nods toward Rowan and motions to the bed. My heart stutters, caught somewhere between fear and need.
“We’re both going to fuck you at the same time. But I’ll give you the Eiffel Tower fantasy first. So tell me, Princess. Do you want me in that perfect pussy or in your mouth?”
I bite down on my tongue, trailing my hands up his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, the roughness of muscle beneath my palms.
“I want you both naked first,” I purr.
“Done.” He smirks, voice dropping lower.
“I want you in my pussy first. And then I want you in my ass.”
He inhales sharply, his control snapping taut. “Good girl.”
When I turn, Rowan is already stripped and waiting on the bed, kneeling with that steady calm that always undoes me. There’s reverence in his eyes, devotion wrapped in sin.
“You know the drill, baby.”
Before I can move, Reggie grabs my chin and slams his mouth over mine—hot, claiming, a silent reminder of who I belong to. The kiss steals the air from my lungs and replaces it with fire.
His grip doesn’t waver when he breaks away, his forehead resting against mine. “You trust us?”
I nod, my voice gone. “With everything.”
Reggie’s breath brushes my cheek. “Then don’t hold back. Not tonight.”
117
REGGIE
She scrambles onto the bed the second I let her go, breathless and eager, settling on all fours. Rowan brushes her hair away from her face with one hand, the other guiding himself into her mouth.
“Oh fuck, Bel,” he groans, head tipping back, jaw tight.
I climb onto the bed behind her, palms gliding over the curve of her ass before locking onto her hips. The heat of her skin hums under my touch. Then I push forward, sliding inside her until I feel her open for me, stretch for me, take me in. She moans around Rowan’s cock, the sound vibrating through the room, through both of us.
I exhale hard, fighting the urge to move too fast. “That’s it, baby. Look at you, doing such a good job for us,” I praise, my voice rough.
I start to rock into her, slow at first, letting her body find the rhythm that fits us both. Every thrust draws a whimper from her throat, every push from Rowan earns a muffled gasp.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers tightening on her hips.
Rowan’s hand knots in her hair, his knuckles white. Her wet gags echo between us, filthy and perfect. I pick up the pace, chasing the sound, chasing her. Giving my greedy girl exactly what she needs.
“Such a good girl,” Rowan murmurs, voice low and dark.
He meets my gaze over her body, lips curling into a smirk. I grin back, and for a moment, we’re both lost in the same pulse, the same hunger.
We move together. In one rhythm, with one need, and we lift our arms at the same time, high-fiving above her.
An Eiffel Tower. With a view of the fucking Eiffel Tower.
118
BELLA
If anyone had told me this would be my life a year ago, I’d have laughed in their face and probably hit them for even suggesting I’d ever let myself be shared again.
