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same finger over my lips. “Open.”

He shoves his fingers over my tongue, and I taste the salty essence of my desire and moan around his finger. Faron then tips his head down, crashing his lips over mine in a harsh, demanding kiss. His tongue lashes over mine, as he rocks against me before pulling away abruptly.

“I fucking knew you’d taste sweet,” he growls, his hand returning to my hot, wet seam and continuing where he left off. “I fucking knew it.”

Circling, sweeping, thrusting and coaxing. All of it leaves me with no option but to finally let go. As if timed to perfection, the threesome in front of me has switched their positions, removing the woman off the post and laying her on her backside on a long chaise lounge. Roman is now thrusting his cock inside her spread legs as the other man stands at her side fucking her mouth.

“It’s too much…Faron, oh my god.”

I don’t know if I mean watching the threesome is too much, or the fact that I’m experiencing such intense pleasure that it’s too much to bear.

“I know you’re close, Gem. This orgasm is mine. Give it to me like a good girl.”

“Yes, sir.” I whimper.

Faron roars against my ear in appreciation, as my body tenses and bows so tight, I shatter to pieces, breaking apart in a swirling mass of bright lights and explosive detonations.

And then I’m limp, exhausted in a way I’ve never experienced, as Faron picks me up in his arms and carries me away.

Chapter 13

I wake up in my bed alone.

By the way the bright sun streams through the crack in the curtains, I know it must be late morning, but I have no idea what time it is.

Everything comes rushing back from last night when I roll to my side, my body elongating into a stretch, a contented warmth passing over me, like a peaceful brook flowing downstream.

Although as soon as the memory of last night’s club experience and the way Faron made me come so explosively, I feel tingles between my legs. My hand moves to cover my mound, fingers poised to curb the ache already building like a volcanic eruption.

Slipping my fingers inside the slick wetness between my folds, I squeeze my thighs together, rubbing over the bundle of nerves that percolate at the mere imagery of Faron’s ministrations, his dirty words echoing in my memory that I deliciously devoured and savored as he brought me to orgasm.

A light tap on the door has my breath hitching and my hand flying nervously to my side. Jumping to a sitting position, I reach for the robe on the chair next to the bed and cover myself demurely.

“Mademoiselle, are you awake?” It’s Serene, the same woman from yesterday.

“Yes, come in.”

Gathering the silk materials over my shoulders, I lift and twist my hair into a bun on top of my head and slip on the slippers left for me so thoughtfully by Serene.

“Monsieur Blake has asked that you join him for breakfast on the terrace. I shall wait for you to get dressed and I will escort you down.”

I wave my hand. “It’s fine, I can find my own way down.”

She gives me a polite, if not tight, smile, tipping her head to the side. “It will be my pleasure. And you are not to be left alone.”

Ah, that’s right. For all intents and purposes I’m still Faron’s prisoner, even if I am treated more like a queen than a captive.

As I run a brush through my hair and freshen up, I decide to use Serene’s presence to ask questions about my captor and his accomplices.

“Serene, I met Faron’s brothers last night. Do Roman and West live here, as well?”

I stand at the sink, throwing a glance over my shoulder to find her eyes blown wide, her face suddenly flushed with color at the mention of the brothers. Interesting.

She shakes her head, looking down at her feet. “Non, Roman and Weston live elsewhere, but are here often. I used to work at the club, for Roman. But he chose to transfer me here.”

Her face pales and her voice tapers off softly. I wonder which part of the club she’s referring to – the dance club or the ultra-private club. Either way, she doesn’t sound like she is happy with the decision.

“What did you do for Roman?”

She smiles, clearly happy to share her role. “He put me in charge of the VIP lounges. I ensured our guests were taken care of properly.”

“What