“It’s not just flesh.” I force the argument from my constricted throat.
“No, I imagine to you it’s not.” He pauses, slowing the pace of his hand. “I’m not going to fuck you. We both know that’s against the rules. But I am going to touch you.” A stern nod of his head toward his lap has my feet scuttling to do his bidding, and cool tile gives way to plush carpet under my heels.
I come to a shaky stop between the spread of his legs. “You said I’m in control tonight.” The reminder is feeble at best, because this man holds all the power. His gift of freedom from a man’s command for the night was a ruse, a cleverly constructed lie, because he took the power before he gave it with the help of three silver teaspoons.
Vance Morgan has a diabolical mind.
“Your evening of bringing Liam Castle to his knees is over. You could have chosen me, but you didn’t.” He thrusts his cock toward me. “I won’t tell you again, my queen. I want you on my lap.”
I crawl onto suede leather, knees fitting on either side of him, and my dress gathers around my hips, barely covering my ass. Vance’s erection is hot against my wet panties. I try to keep a hint of distance between our bodies, but he grabs me by the ass cheeks and brings me flush with his enormous shaft.
He hisses in a breath. “The chancellor soaked this pussy. You feel that?” He grinds his length against my sex. “That’s your biggest weakness, love.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The elixir doesn’t cause something that isn’t there. It lowers inhibitions.” One hand goes to the back of my neck, fisting my hair and bringing me within an inch of his mouth. “It makes a needy cunt needier.” His smile is as wicked as his elixir. “Now I know what makes you tick, and who.”
My eyes widen, realization dawning that his choice was a test, only I’m not sure what he plans to do with the results. And the results are skewed anyway, since he’s unaware of my genuine reasons for choosing Liam. If my body alone had made the choice, I would have ended up with Sebastian tonight.
“Take off your dress,” Vance orders.
I want to object. The girl I used to be—before the House of Taurus molded me into a woman of obedience—might have resisted. The woman I am now knows it’s futile to resist a member of the Brotherhood.
There’s no control in this tower of alpha men.
The silky dress falls to the floor for the third time tonight. I tilt forward until my hair spills over my shoulders, and even though my nipples poke through the braided locks, I don’t feel as naked with that bit of merciful modesty.
But he sees through the maneuver. A grin tilts his mouth as he brushes my hair out of the way, exposing my breasts. He grips my hands and wrenches them behind me.
“Grab on to my knees,” he orders, squeezing my wrists before letting go.
Propping myself up, my chest thrusts forward, and I study the deepening storm in his eyes, his appreciation for the sight before him as he brings his fingers to my nipples.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, thumbs and forefingers rolling my pink flesh with the perfect amount of pressure.
I whimper on his lap, my body growing impossibly hotter. What he’s putting me through is a blissful type of torture I can’t find the strength to fight. He said he liked to make me squirm, and that’s exactly what he’s doing. The smirk-like smile casting triumph on his face spells my defeat. Unable to stop myself, I rub my pussy against his hard length.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, the friction between our bodies holding me captive to his every whim. I have no defense against his elixir—a fact of which he’s all too aware.
He rests his head against the chair back and squeezes my breasts, palms molding and weighing them as his body moves in time with mine. Groaning, he shutters his gaze, overcome with pleasure.
It’s just flesh. Just flesh, just flesh…
Intimacy like this will never be just flesh in my eyes, and I hate my body for giving in to his poison, for being so open on his lap when my heart isn’t in it.
There’s a disconnect between my body and heart, and I’m caught somewhere in the middle.
“So perfect and responsive.” A groan rumbles from deep within his chest. “If only Sebastian hadn’t offered me a deal I couldn’t refuse.” He moves his hands to my ass again, his fingertips sliding to the tight hole between my cheeks.
I hide a gasp as a single digit presses there.
“But you did make a deal,” I say, a quiver of fear in my voice because the thought of Vance being the first makes my heart hurt.