Page 63 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One

She looks around, her eyes falling on Rhett, and then to the scratch marks on his arm. “Oh, Rhett, I’m so sorry. I didn’t—” Tears fill her eyes as she takes his arm in her hands. “I forgot where I was for a minute.”

He shakes his head, grabbing her face in his hands and planting a kiss on her forehead. “You were scared. Forget about it.”

But the tears keep streaming down her face. “I don’t want to hurt you. Any of you. I’m sorry, I—”

He places a finger over her lips, shushing her. His entire body is riddled with so much tension, I’m surprised he’s even able to let out such a gentle sound. “It barely hurt, sweetheart. I’ve had a lot worse done to me.”

Her eyes soften in sympathy, which causes him to pull back.

“What do you need, princess?” Oliver wraps an arm around her waist. “Something to drink?”

She nods. “Juice?”

“I’ll get it,” Rhett says gruffly, standing.

I crouch in front of her, taking her hands in mine. “A blanket? A distraction?”

“Both, please,” she whispers.

While I grab her a blanket, Oliver pulls her onto his lap. “Tell me, what’s your second favorite book? Elliot is gonna need a new one to read.”

She bites her lip. “ProbablyPride and Prejudice.”

Oliver rolls his eyes and pokes her side. “Do you read any books thataren’told?”

“I like fantasy.”

“Any that we can make come true for you?” He winks, and I cringe.

“That wasterrible,Oliver,” she giggles. But her eyes drift down to his erection.

Well, at least I’m not the only one who can’t control his dick around her.

“I’ll take that as a yes. What do you want us to do?”

“Tie me up again?” She glances between us shyly.

“Oh, princess. With pleasure.”

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By the time Wren has finished her juice, she can’t stop rubbing her thighs together. She hasn’t let go of Rhett’s hand since he came back. His tension from earlier is gone, and I can only hope it’s because he used one of his breathing techniques instead of tacking something else onto his plans for Adam tonight.

Oliver whisks Wren off the couch, taking her to his room. I tie her legs to the foot of the bed while Rhett eats her out, and Oliver watches from the corner of the room.

When she comes, it’s with a cry that goes straight to my dick.

I go next, kissing her body until she’s begging for more. I bring her to orgasm quickly, leaving her trembling on the bed.

Then Oliver takes out her wand from his nightstand drawer.

Wren gasps. “That’s—how—that’s mine!”

With a smirk, he runs his fingers down her leg, stepping to the foot of the bed. “Found it while I was putting your room back together. Remember how I said you’d pay for teasing me earlier?”

Wren’s eyes widen as she nods. “Oh no.”

He grins. “You’resofucked, princess.”