Free Living in Secret: Living In..., Book 3 by Jackie Ashenden

because what mattered was that she wanted him. And he wasn’t going to let her have him.
    If she wanted pleasure, she’d have it on his say so and only given by someone else. Because when he finally gave it to her, he wanted her desperate for it. He wanted her begging.
    Victoria was panting, her legs held spread and open by Raphael’s hands. Her dress pulled tight over her full breasts, the fabric outlining the hard press of her nipples. Black curls cascaded over one shoulder and there were black curls too between her thighs. She was deeply flushed, her mouth full and red, lips parted.
    He couldn’t stop looking at her.
    Over the years he’d tried not to give in to the erotic fantasies that used to invade his dreams. Fantasies about her on her knees, begging him to fuck her. Do anything to her. Anything at all. Fantasies where she looked at him the way Lily had looked at Kahu, and he’d taken her over and over again, hard and rough, giving in to the desire for her that continued to haunt him.
    Eventually he’d stopped dreaming about her, but it didn’t stop those images from flashing in his head every time he made love to her. They’d made sex so difficult he’d felt nothing but relief when she’d started pulling away from him, sex becoming rarer and rarer between them.
    It had been easier that way. Better no sex at all than for him to be at the mercy of his desires. He’d seen firsthand the consequences of that. In other people. And in himself. He even had the reminder inked into his skin so he never forgot.
    But perhaps that approach had been a mistake. Perhaps it was better to purge himself of his fury and his hunger once and for all.
    His gaze dropped and he let himself look between her thighs, where the folds of her pussy glistened in the dim light of the bar. All wet and open. For him.
    Well, she wasn’t the only one. He was hard, aching for her, but he wasn’t going to give in yet. Not until he got what he wanted from her.
    Raphael’s hands were moving, sliding up her thigh, but then she said, “Stop.” The hands stopped.
    Connor looked at her, watching the dark flame burn in her eyes. “Scared?”
    But it wasn’t fear coloring her cheeks. “No,” she snapped. Her head turned slightly. “Do you have a condom, Raphael?”
    The other man flashed him a look because it was clear where this was headed.
    The blood in his veins began to pound, his breathing accelerating. So she was going to do it. She was going to fuck this guy right in front of him. Pushing him, right to the last.
    Well, she wasn’t the only one who could push.
    He gave Raphael a brief nod.
    “Of course,” the other man said. “I always have a condom, darling.”
    Victoria’s dark gaze returned to Connor’s, full of challenge and fire. “Good. If you’re going to make me come, I’d really prefer it if you were inside me.”
    The atmosphere, already thick and charged, became electric.
    Was she expecting him to protest? To lose his temper entirely and storm from the room? No, she wasn’t. She was expecting him to stop it. She was expecting him to grab her and fuck her himself.
    That was too damn bad. Because he wasn’t going to. At least, not yet.
    So he said nothing, only watching her as Raphael shifted behind her, putting his hands on her hips and easing her forward. Victoria didn’t look to see what he was doing, her gaze firmly on Connor’s.
    “Does this bother you?” Her voice was soft, a taunting note in it. “Knowing I’m going to have another man inside me?”
    Raphael took something out of his pocket, a wallet. He extracted a packet from it.
    “Say it properly, Victoria,” Connor murmured, watching the color ebb and flow in her cheeks. “You’re going to have another man fuck you.” And he could see also the effect the word had on her, the faint flicker of her gaze. “What’s the matter? Are you going to back out? After I’ve gotten your pussy good and ready for him?”
    Another flicker, her pupils