Page 155 of Indecent Obsession
He smirks. “We can still do that, but we’ll save the truly rough stuff for another night when we don’t need to worry about keeping up appearances among our peers. Fair?”
I bite my lip. How do we even start something like this? Do we just go? Do I run? I hate my inexperience sometimes. “How do we do this?”
Drew slides his hand down my throat to cup my breast. His touch is soft. “We can make up characters or we can just roll with it.”
“What do you want?” My lips part as the fire burns hotter inside me with every swipe of his thumb over my nipple.
“I want you to be my whore, princess.” He squeezes my nipple, and I gasp in a breath at the tug of pain. “I want you dirty from being with other men, but I don’t care as long as you get me off. What do you want?”
I search his dark eyes. My cheeks grow hot just considering what I want. “I want to try to get away, but have you take me anyway.”
He tips my chin back up and searches my eyes again. “We mentioned it when we were discussing kinks. But this is important, Sara. I have your consent to force you even when you say no? I’ll only stop if you say mercy or use red or yellow. No won’t stop me. Neither will stop. Do you understand?”
I press my thighs together at the growing ache. “Yes, I understand.”
“How sore are you?” He looks down over my naked body and a little shiver rushes through me.
“Not that sore,” I murmur.
He takes my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist. Tingles chase along my veins. “I’ll restrain you by your wrists. If it marks you, we’ll find a good way to cover it up tomorrow night.”
“Drew.” My insides are churning with heat.
His eyes meet mine. “You ready?”
I glance at the door. “Should we tell the others?”
What if they come in to stop him?
“How loud do you want to be?” He smooths his hand over my hip, making sparkles leap to his touch.
I bite my lip and give him a hopeful look.
“Text them.” He crowds me against the bed, but I slip to the side.
“My phone is out there.”
His eyes light up and he steps back. “Then I guess we’ll deal with the consequences of you being my whore.”
I glance at the door to the hallway and then the one to the bathroom. I’m closer to the bathroom, but the whole point is to be caught, not actually escape.
“I’m not your whore.” Cocking an eyebrow, I stand my ground. For now.
Drew smirks. “Not only mine. You’re our whore. Parting your legs for any guy who strikes your fancy. Taking them three at a time until you can’t tell whose cum is whose.”
“You’re just jealous it isn’t your cum.” I bite out, taking a small step back. My heart beats at a maddening pace as my mind races to find a way out of this.
He laughs and steps forward. “My cum is deep inside you, my filthy whore. And I’ll be making another deposit.”
He lunges for me and I shriek and try to dodge him, but he catches me around the waist and lifts me off my feet.
“No,” I yell, not because I don’t want him to, but because I’m disappointed he caught me so fast.
“You ready to give up and take my cock like the slut you are?” He tosses me onto the bed.
I bounce before I’m able to try to scramble away. He sweeps off his shirt and undoes his belt. For a moment, his toned body captures my attention as he tosses his clothes to the side. When he releases his cock, I swallow at how hard he is.
No one is as big as Dante, but none of the guys are exactly what anyone would call small. Drew’s cock is thick, long, and red, dripping precum from the tip. My pussy pulses in response. Needy. Fuck.
