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didn’t touch her. Was this some kind
of game to him? Did he enjoy getting women worked up to the point they couldn’t
even stand without being held up?
    “You’ll
answer him, or I’m going punish you good and hard, and Mr. Moore is going to
watch.” Stellan’s breath came out in a hard whoosh as he murmured the words.
    “I—”
    Stellan
slid his hands down and around until he cupped her ass. Giving the mounds a
hard squeeze sent her head reeling. Smack! A startled cry left her as his palm connected with her bottom and left a
resounding burn in its wake.
    “Oh my God. Yes, I want
more.” As soon as the words left her she knew it was a mistake. This situation
could only end in downfall.
    “Say
it again, querida .”
    Dietrich
growled out, “Answer your Masters.” He bit down on the tender flesh of her neck,
and she cried out in pleasure/pain.
    “Yes!
I want everything you have to give.”

Chapter
Seven
     
    The
trip back to the villa seemed to take an eternity, especially when Stellan and
Dietrich refused to touch her or give her any kind of relief. They had started
a fire inside of her and refused stoke it. Once they reached the villa Dietrich
led the way inside with Stellan trailing behind her. The reality and
uncertainty of the situation hit her like a sledgehammer. What she wouldn’t
give for something strong to drink. Maybe then her nerves would calm the hell
down and she’d be able to think clearly.
    “Come
on, pet.” Dietrich held his hand out, and she found herself slipping hers into
his offered one without hesitation. He took her into the living room and
slipped behind the bar. Stellan placed his hands on her shoulders and started a
slow massage. She didn’t want to be a mood killer, especially since she was
going crazy with lust, but things needed to be sorted out before they went any
further. They might not need to worry about the repercussions of their actions,
but she needed her job, and the worry about what they were clearly going to do,
and how this would affect things weighed heavily on her.
    Stellan
whispered against her ear, “You’re thinking too hard, querida .”
    “I’m
just…” She closed her eyes and breathed out.
    “Scared, pet?” Dietrich’s
words had her opening her eyes and looking at him from across the bar.
    She
whispered, “Yes.”
    His
hold was firm on her, just like Stellan’s had been. “What are you afraid of?”
His gaze was unwavering.
    “Of everything.”
    ****
    Dietrich
watched the emotions that played across Blythe’s face. He lifted his gaze and
looked over her shoulder at Stellan. The images of watching his sub taking her
mouth had been intoxicating. Before Dietrich and Stellan had been serious he
had seen his sub dominate other women. The fact Stellan was a switch turned him
on to a point, but for Dietrich he was the Dom when it came to his partners.
Now bringing Blythe into the equation changed the dynamics. She might not yet know
how much they wanted her to be a part of their relationship, but she would very
soon.
    Being
a businessman Dietrich went with his gut instincts on everything. It had been
those key instincts that made him one of the wealthiest men in the world, and
never failed him. Right now they were screaming at him that Blythe was
something that needed to be added into their relationship. He was getting too
old to fuck around, and having things solid with Stellan told him they both needed
more. Fortunately, Stellan was on the same page.
    “Pet.” He smoothed his
thumb across her cheek. Her fears were understandable, but unjustified. It had
always been a rule for Dietrich not to mix business with pleasure, and the only
reason he was willing to break that rule was because her job with his company
was only temporary, and he just didn’t give a fuck. He wanted her, badly, and
was willing to break every one of his damn rules to ensure she was theirs. She
only had a few more weeks with him, an upsetting conclusion, but certainly not
the