Page 91 of Indulge
“Be a good girl.”
He nods toward the stairs. I stumble away on trembling legs, my dignity left somewhere near the door.
But when I turn the corner, my breath catches. Rowan.
He’s just stepping out of the living room, that lazy smirk playing on his lips.
The air between us crackles. I open my mouth to speak, but I have nothing to say.
All of this feels wrong. Whatever I do hurts someone. And it’s like he notices my guilt; his features soften.
“Have fun, precious,” he says, voice a dark purr, giving me a wink before walking away.
Part of me wants to reach for him. To see what it would feel like with both of them.
They share women. I know that. It shouldn’t matter. It’s not love. But love’s never what breaks you. It’s the want.
And I can’t risk being a game again.
Not after last time.
So I run.
Up the stairs, through the ache, into Reggie’s room.
My dress falls away, and I crawl onto the bed, knees sinking into the black sheets, hands steady, waiting.
This isn’t me. But for him, I want to be the kind of girl who obeys. Who bends. Who finally gets to stop fighting herself. I want to see how far he’ll take me before I break.
The sound of his footsteps on the stairs makes my body tremble. The door clicks open. Light spills across my skin.
“Fuckin’ look at you,” he groans, voice thick with hunger.
“Spread your legs wider. Ass higher. I want to see all of you, beautiful.”
I obey without a thought. The praise in his tone makes my pulse stutter.
“Such a good girl for me.”
His steps draw closer until he’s beside me, his heat a brand against my skin.
His palm meets my ass. Really fucking hard.
A sharp cry rips from my throat before I can stop it.
My back arches. The sting burns, then melts into pleasure.
He flips me onto my back in one motion. I can’t look anywhere but at him.
Shirt ripped off. Pants gone.
Every inch of him carved from sin—tattoos, muscle, a cock that makes my breath catch.
He strokes himself and I watch, mesmerized by this gorgeous man.
“You want it?” His voice dips low. “It’s yours. Or would you rather my mouth on your pretty pussy? You’ve been good tonight. I’ll let you choose.”
“Please,” I whisper, lips parted. “I want you to make me come.”
