Page 57 of House of Payne

She tugs on her restraints and bobs her head. “Yes. Oh, God. Please, yes.”

“You’ve been a bad girl.”

She nods.

In one quick move, he undoes the restraints and flips her onto her stomach. Then, he twists her arms behind her back. She tosses him a heated look over her shoulder, and a silent look passes between them. Then he lifts her ass, positions himself behind her, and thrusts into her.

I want to look away.

I know I should, but I can’t make myself do it.

Watching the man thrust in and out of her in slow measured strokes at first and then little by little with wild abandon does something to me.

An unfamiliar fire grows in my stomach as the woman’s moans of pleasure grow.

She bucks against him, and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes back to me.

I swallow, bite my lower lip, and stare at them through hooded lashes. They rock against each other, guttural sounds falling from their lips. I uncurl my fists and hear past the pounding in my ears.

Neither of them minds that we’re watching.

It’s as if nothing else exists to them.

I don’t think I’ve ever had that feeling with Noah.

The man abruptly stops pounding into the woman and releases her hands. He flips her onto her back, and she links her fingers behind his neck. With a growl, he throws her legs over his shoulders and thrusts back into her, causing them both to cry out.

The sound stokes the fire building within me.

I shift from one foot to the other and lick my lips.

Miss Deveroux is as still as a statue next to me, and I wonder if she’s used to it.

She must be. How else can she be professional and do her job?

I’m so engrossed and marveling at how different it is than when Noah and I are together that I don’t realize a group of men approaching us. One of them, a tall man with sandy blond hair, green eyes, and an untucked silk shirt steps forward and waits for me to look at him.

When I do, he steps forward, and I take an involuntary step back.

“How about you and I have some fun?” His mouth is next to my ear, and I shiver with unease. “If that’s the kind of thing you like, I can show you a good time.”

I shake my head. “I’m not here for that.”

He moves closer, so I’m boxed in, and I freeze in fear. “Come on, baby. Just give it a chance. I bet you’ve never had it like you will with me.”

“I can’t. I—”

“Back the fuck off.” Mason’s voice is as cold as steel, and the look in his eyes is predatory as he appears from the shadows, the first few buttons on his shirt undone and the rest of his suit pressed and immaculate. “She’s not here for that.”

The blond man glances over his shoulder. “Everyone here has a price.”

Mason crosses over to us, and his fingers circle my wrist. He tugs me forward, so I’m pressed against his side. “Not here.”

The other man laughs. “We just want to play. We know the rules.”

Mason bares his teeth at the man and holds up my arm, showing offthe bracelet provided with my uniform. The other men in the background stop smiling, and a flicker of fear and uncertainty flashes among them. I glance from the bracelet to their faces and know it means something.

Why did Mason give it to me?