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

dilating, a soft hitch in her breathing. Oh she liked that, did she? She liked having him say those filthy words to her. Words they’d never, ever said to each other before.
    The sound of a zipper being drawn down was loud in the room, the crackle of foil following it. Her knuckles were white on the arms of the chair.
    Jesus. Did she really want this?
    He moved closer to the chair, the scent of musk and sex already heavy in the air. Reaching out, he took her chin in his hand, forcing her head back, looking down into her wide, black eyes. “You don’t have to do this,” he said softly.
    She didn’t move, but he could see the brief gleam of triumph in her gaze. “Jealous, Connor?”
    “You’re afraid.”
    A flicker of shock crossed her face then it was gone. “Not of this. Do it, Raphael.”
    Connor didn’t release her chin, watching her, and she didn’t look away as the other man lifted her slightly, positioning himself. Then her eyes widened, a soft sound escaping her as she was lowered again and Connor couldn’t help looking down as the other man’s cock pushed into her, the soft, wet folds, her pussy spreading to accommodate him.
    It was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen in his life.
    Raphael gave a soft grunt, one arm sliding around her waist, holding her in position.
    “Wait,” Connor ordered. He was going to be in charge of this, not her. Tightening his grip on her chin, he said, “Keep your eyes on me, Victoria. Only on me.”
    She was shaking, that cool, shuttered gaze of hers now wide and open. Staring at him.
    “Fuck her, Raphael,” he said softly. “But take it slowly because I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want you to make her come. I want to do it.”
    She hadn’t meant to take it this far, she really hadn’t. But he’d forced the admission from her and she’d been so damn angry. She hadn’t wanted him to know. She’d never wanted him to know. And now he did so she had to do something.
    But she couldn’t remember now what she’d even been trying to prove because she was sitting in this chair, and Raphael was inside her. And Connor had her chin in his hand, forcing her to look into his blazing blue eyes, where there was nothing but fury and heat.
    And she was shaking with desire.
    But he was right, she was also afraid. Afraid of the part of herself that had made her do this. That had pushed and pushed, gotten so carried away she was letting another man have sex with her while her husband watched.
    Have sex? Say it, Victoria. You’re letting another man fuck you…
    Her mouth opened but nothing came out as Raphael’s arm tightened around her waist. As his hips flexed and he thrust, his breath harsh in her ear. She gasped, feeling the push of his cock inside and the helpless movement of her own body meeting it.
    “You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?” Connor’s voice was rough and soft as frayed velvet, his grip on her chin hard. “You like having him fucking you while I watch.”
    Oh God. Those words. They made her feel so bad. So wrong. So filthy. It was the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced in her entire life.
    His grip on her chin firmed as Raphael thrust again, as she let out another gasp. “That’s right, Victoria. Enjoy his cock while you can.” His thumb ran across her lower lip, tracing the soft curve of it, making her shiver. “Because that’s all you’re going to get of it.”
    The touch of his thumb was so light it was unbearable. The blazing heat in his eyes blinding. And yet she couldn’t look away. The pleasure was gathering inside her, a dense, hard knot of sensation.
    She began to pant, her world narrowing to the blue of Connor’s eyes, to the flex of Raphael’s hips and the slide of him inside her, driving her further and further to the edge.
    Connor’s thumb settled against her mouth and then pushed inside. The salty taste of his skin flooded her, adding to the intensity of the sensations. “Suck it, dirty girl,” he whispered.