Their Virgin Captive(45)

She didn’t hesitate, cupping, rubbing. He shuddered. His balls were tight against his body and felt so heavy with come. Every ounce was meant for her. All the reasons he shouldn’t be here fell away. She sat on her knees before him, touching him, accepting him. Hell, she’d opened her mouth and welcomed him. For this precious moment, she belonged to him, was his to do with as he pleased. No amount of guilt or self-loathing could keep him from taking her in every way he wanted.

Ruthlessly, he pressed even deeper into her mouth. Hannah tried to roll her tongue over his cock, but there wasn’t any room in her tight, hot mouth. His balls drew up, so damn close to orgasm. But if he would only have this once with her, spewing down her throat, though hot, wasn’t how he wanted to go.

With a grimace, he pulled from her mouth.

Hannah fell back. She panted, dragging oxygen into her lungs, as she stared with uncertain eyes. “You didn’t finish.”

“I’m not going to go easy on you. My brothers had all night. Did you think I would settle for a quick head job then send you on your merry way? Not a chance, baby. Take off your clothes.” Hannah rose, her body shaking. She held his eyes as she unbuttoned her blouse with trembling fingers. Slowly, almost uncertainly, she revealed her creamy skin, inch by inch.



When she peeled the blouse off her shoulders, he sucked in a stunned breath. God, she was fucking gorgeous. He’d said she wasn’t worthy of him, but it hadn’t been true. Looking at her now, he knew exactly how much he’d lied. Hannah was magnificent, with dainty shoulders, a trim waist, and large breasts topped with tight, pink nipples begging to be sucked. Everything a man could hope for.

And she belonged to his brothers.

She could belong to you, if only you would reach out, trust her. Stop everything and tell her your story. Ask for forgiveness.

He couldn’t risk it. She would know—and loathe—him soon enough. The press would tell everyone, and life as he knew it would be over.

Her blouse fell to the floor.

“No bra?” he choked out.

Hannah shook her head, blond curls caressing her pale shoulders. “Dex didn’t put one in my suitcase.” Her hands went to her skirt, but she stopped when he reached out and cupped her breast, brushing her nipple with his thumb. It peaked, flushed. Hannah’s breast fit his hand perfectly, every inch soft and silky.

“Did my brother neglect to pack your underwear as well?” Gavin could just imagine Dex’s sinful glee.

“I’m not allowed to wear panties anymore unless your brothers choose it.” At her implication, Gavin nearly swallowed his tongue. “You’re not wearing any now?”

“No, Sir.”

Fuck. Every word out of her mouth made him harder. He stood back, stepping out of his pajama pants, then tossed them across the room. He stood naked before Hannah. She looked at him, her gaze taking him in, and she gasped. Then she met his gaze. No way he could miss the desire burning there.

When she reached out to touch him, he thrust her hand away. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me. Present me that ass. Show me that plug. Now.”

He wanted to see exactly what Slade had pressed deep inside her, how she clenched around the plug to keep it lodged. He wanted her to bend over and show him how wet and swollen her pussy was because of it.

Hannah pushed the skirt down her hips, revealing lush curves. She had an hourglass figure that made his mouth water. Her teeth bit into her lower lip, eyes wide with hesitation as she removed the garment and left it on the floor. She turned away and leaned over, but had nothing to hold on to, so she bent and braced her hands on her thighs. Her ass was gorgeous and round, the cheeks a perfect upside down heart. But he couldn’t see what he wanted to see.

“Lower, Hannah. You bend lower and use your hands to spread your cheeks.” She mumbled something he couldn’t quite hear.

“What did you say?” He drilled her with a hard stare.

“Nothing, Sir.”

With zero hesitation, Gavin swatted her ass. He loved the sound, the sting, the way her skin pinkened. “Don’t lie to me. What did you call me?”

“I called you a bastard, Sir.” Her voice sounded high-pitched, thin.

He spanked her other cheek, watching as she turned pink there, too. God, he could get used to dominating Hannah. “You don’t use that language around me.”

“Then don’t push me.”



“I will always push you.” He would push her right out of his life. He was just that stupid, and it was the right thing to do. But he wasn’t going to deny himself this one moment with her. He would hold it close to his heart for the rest of his life. “Now do as I told you. Hold your cheeks apart.”