Moonlit Thorns (Midnight Manor Book 1) by P. Rayne

Author:P. Rayne [Rayne, P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Piper Rayne Inc.
Published: 2024-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Twenty-Five

ASHER

Anabelle stills in front of the drawer. Probably wondering if she should say the safe word or trust me. It only takes the space of a heartbeat for her to decide, and the moment she decides to trust me, her body relaxes, the tension melting away.

That’s almost as big of a turn-on as when she had her red lips wrapped around me. I was about to blow and couldn’t take it anymore, so I dragged her in here. I want to be inside her when I spill my seed, and there’s no way any of the savages in that room are ever getting a look at her pussy. No, that’s all for my viewing pleasure.

I’ll probably hear about it from my brothers, but I didn’t technically break any rules. There’s enough on camera of Anabelle debasing herself to meet the initiation requirements.

She picks up the knife and walks it back over to me.

“Step closer.”

She does as I say, and my dick twitches, still exposed in my splayed open pants. She’s been so perfect tonight, so trusting, so obedient.

The corner of my lips tilts up slightly. “Don’t move.”

Before she can even respond, I dip a finger in between her cleavage and pull the fabric out and away from her body, then slice through the leather straps that weave in and out of the grommets, holding the bustier together. The knife and the garment drops to the floor in a silent thud because of the music.

She gasps, and it turns into a moan when my hands find the weight of her breasts. Her perfect fucking breasts that I’ve imagined when I jerked off more times than I care to admit. They’re natural and the perfect size for the proportions of her body. Her nipples are a deep cherry color and puckered as though they’re begging for my attention.

“I was too impatient to unravel all that,” I say.

I pinch her nipples, and she arches her back at the sensation, and her mouth drops open.

“Go over to the chaise.” I point to my left where the black leather piece of furniture is. One that’s specifically designed for sex.

It’s always reminded me of rolling waves, with the top curve on the one end coming up to a woman’s stomach and the one at the far end about half as high as that with a dip in the middle.

She does as I say and walks over there, awaiting further instructions.

See? Perfect.

I slowly walk over, and I drop to my haunches, pulling the leather thong down her legs. The scent of her arousal hits me, and I briefly close my eyes behind the mask, taking it in. It reminds me of that night in the garden when I devoured her—something I plan to do again, but not tonight. Tonight, I need to feel her tight heat surrounding my cock while I own her pussy.

I discard the thong on the floor and stand. “We’ll leave the boots on.”

When I smirk, her chest heaves, an unconscious request for me to touch her.

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