Page 52 of Adored By Them
Little brat, playing innocent with us.
“Something fun.”Troy’s voice is deep.
Danica scrunches her nose.“More fun than the party?”
“She wants a spanking tonight, doesn’t she?”I meet Troy’s gaze.
“I think she does.”
Danica’s hands find ours.“Only if my husbands are doing it.”
I lift her knuckles to my lips.“Always.”
Troy repeats it.“Always.”
Danica’s eyes shine with happy tears.“Always.”
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Seth
Damiano finds a very pretty woman to dance with.I think she’s Edmund’s cousin.I watch the two of them sway to the music.Damiano’s having a grand old time.
Me, not so much.
I hate weddings.Every time I attend one, I remember my brother’s.That was six years ago.Fucking hell.What a mistake I thought he and the bride were making.They were so fucking young.
I don’t know if youth was their bigger crime, or the fact they wouldn’t listen to me—the older, wiser brother.
Maybe in the end it’s good that they got married.He only lived for another year, because fuck motorcycles.
Either way, tonight’s wedding has been pretty okay as far as weddings go.Extra points for the whole fairy garden theme, and for holding it outdoors.If I had to suffer through this in some stuffy reception hall, I’d grab the cake knife and stab myself in the chest.
Oh, and extra points for the cookies.I can’t get enough of these things.I’ve probably eaten an entire tray, all on my own.And I sit up and start drooling like Pavlov’s dog when a server steps out of the catering tent.She’s facing away at first, struggling with the canvas door.
“Hurry up,” I mutter under my breath.I dab at the crumbs left on my plate.I could really use another cookie or twenty.
She finally wins her fight with the door, then spins around to face the party, cookie tray held aloft.
Fuck.Me.
She sees me at the same time I see her.Those pouty lips turn down in a frown.Her cheeks were already flushed—probably from her frustration getting out of the tent.Now the blush deepens as her green eyes zero in on my face.
She drops the tray of cookies.She freezes as they cascade to the ground, her lips parted in surprise and dismay.Then she bends down to start picking up the fallen cookies.Several nearby guests jump up to help her collect them.
I remain in my seat.I can’t move.I can’t fucking breathe.
One month ago, I bought her in an auction at Low Vice.
I watched her fuck my friend because I couldn’t bring myself to do it.Fucking her would be ten thousand shades of wrong.Even though her pert breasts had my mouth watering more than the cookies ever will.Even though the sight of her plump lips kissing Damiano drove me insane with lust.Even though her needy sounds echo in my head.Even though I wake up hard every morning after her face has floated in and out of my dreams.
I can’t have her.But I want her so fucking bad.
I won’t do it, though.I won’t pursue her.Not ever.
Because it’s her—Madison.My brother’s widow.
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