Free Negotiation: A Mafia Love Story (Triple Threat Book 1) by Kit Tunstall, R. E. Saxton

bring you out to be someone else’s whore. You belong to me, Sarah.” He punctuated his words with three more strikes across her ass.
    Tears were wetting her eyes now as the pain in her backside increased. It hurt, but it didn’t diminish the level of her arousal, or the slick heat pooling between her thighs. She glared harder at him as she tried to maneuver her mouth so she could bite his fingers and force him to free her. Unfortunately, he maintained a good, tight seal around the lower portion of her face, indicating he had some practice with the maneuver.
    “Next time I take you out, you stay right beside me.” After two more strikes, he finally put the belt down on the shelf holding the uniforms, but he clearly wasn’t done with her. Roman slid up her dress, and his fingers hesitated over her mouth, where he squeezed lightly. “Not a word.”
    When he moved his hand, she licked her lips and wanted to give in to the fierce urge to scream at him, and to demand an apology for his rough treatment, while also commanding him to fuck her hard and fast. She wanted to slap him as much as she wanted to screw him.
    He moved around behind her, bunching her dress at her waist before tearing the gossamer black panties from her body forcefully enough to make the elastic dig into her hips. She winced, but then sighed when his fingers rubbed the spots where the elastic had dug in, soothing the slight sting. It was the gentleness interspersed with the harshness that kept her coming back for more and was quickly making Roman her addiction.
    “This is my pussy.” He reminded her of that fact by shoving two fingers deep inside her, finding no resistance in the slick fold. Roman fingered her with one hand as he bunched her hair and brushed it off her shoulder with the other. His lips found the bend of her neck, and he sucked and nibbled there gently while he roughly plunged his fingers in and out of her with a wet sound. “All mine. Have you forgotten?”
    She shook her head, no longer certain if she was forbidden from speaking, but unable to do so as his fingers probed deeply inside her while his mouth teased her neck. She angled her hips backward, thrusting harder against him in her search for relief.
    “You’re so wet. I think it’s obvious you know who owns your pussy, but what about your ass?”
    She whimpered her protest when he withdrew his fingers, and then her eyes widened when his fingers went further upward, probing the rosette nestled between her buttocks.
    “Your ass is still tight, but those plugs have really made a difference. I think it’s time to show you who owns this part of you too, Sarah.”
    She shivered, a mix of excitement and apprehension. He’d spent the last two weeks working her toward this point, first with his fingers, and then with a series of butt plugs that had gotten larger, and though she thought she was probably physically ready to take his large cock, she was still nervous about the idea—especially in such a public place, and with no lube. “Roman, I don’t think—”
    “Don’t.” His movements were almost rough when he shoved her own panties in her mouth. “Don’t talk and don’t think. Just feel. Remember who owns this hot little body until I say otherwise.”
    She could have ripped the fabric from her mouth and defended her actions, or refused to cooperate, but somehow, she felt her fingers digging into the bin of the laundry cart instead to steady herself. As Roman reached over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of a large bottle that he pulled back toward himself. Her eyes widened in the struggle to read the label, but only she made out an “I”  and an “L.”
    Before she had a chance to fully work out what that could be, she felt something slippery running down the crack of her buttocks a moment later, and she jumped as the liquid was poured over her. Then Roman’s fingers were working it deep inside her, three of them moving in concert to get her slick and ready for