The Dom Who Loved Me (Masters and Mercenaries #1)(66)

Grace heard Ian’s sigh. Sean seemed to have said some magic words that made him back off slightly. “You need a monitor. Does she even have a safeword?”

Something wicked was riding her. That big, blond guy who didn’t even know her was acting like she was an idiot. “Yes, it’s ‘screw you!’”

Sean barked his laughter and walked through a set of French doors. She could hear Ian talking to the blonde woman who had been on the porch. He was saying something about how his brother had gone insane.

Then Sean slammed the doors shut, and Grace wasn’t thinking anymore. His mouth covered hers, devouring her. Grace closed her eyes and gave herself over to the feeling. This was real. It might be the only real thing left in the world. Sean tore his mouth away from hers, and Grace felt the loss. The doors opened again, but Sean didn’t seem to care. She could hear the other people talking as Sean strode to the middle of the room. He set her on her feet, but before she could move, he had her bound hands attached to a hook in the ceiling. Grace could still stand, but just barely. It made her feel vulnerable and terribly aroused. She shivered, and she wasn’t sure how much of it was from the cold.

Sean’s hands were all over her. He crowded her with his presence. His fingers unbuttoned the top she wore and immediately delved under her bra. Her nipples, already stiff from the chill, grew painfully erect. He pinched them, the sensation bolting from her breasts to her *. God, she needed this. She needed him.

“You’re cold.” He stepped back. He didn’t take his eyes off her, but held out his hand. “I need a knife.”

Grace noticed the fine tremors running through her body. Ian was frowning as he pressed a wicked-looking blade into his brother’s hand. Grace noticed that both he and the blonde woman were in the room, and the doors were shut. Grace wished her hands were free so she could cover herself, but Sean seemed utterly unconcerned with their audience.

“Sean,” she whispered. “We’re not alone.”

His eyes came up. “Yes, I was aware of that. Welcome to the dungeon, little one. This is how it works. If I want to take you in front of an audience, it’s because I’m showing off my lovely property. You know what to do to make me stop.”

He kept taunting her with that damn safeword. And she just kept making the choice to keep her mouth shut.

The woman was bent over pulling something out of a drawer. The far wall was covered in shelving units. When she stood up, there was a towel in her hand. She handed it to Ian.

Ian was frowning at his brother with a barbaric ferocity. “You don’t need a knife. You need to have your head examined.”

Sean snorted his brother’s way, and then went to work on her blouse. He obviously had no intentions of allowing her to properly undress.

“Damn it, Sean, I like this blouse.” Grace squirmed as Sean cut through the material at the shoulders and sleeves.

His blue eyes bore through her as he tossed the blouse away and went to work on her bra, cutting her out of it. She was naked from the waist up with no way to cover herself. A flash of heat went through her system. She saw the room for what it was—a private dungeon. Sean hadn’t lied about that. There was a large X on the wall with leather bindings. She searched her brain. St. Andrew’s Cross. She’d glimpsed a big bed as he’d carried her in and a wall with all sorts of paddles and crops, whips and bindings. He really did live in this world she’d only read about. Sean pushed her skirt off her hips, but used the knife to flick at the strings of her bikini panties.

“Was that necessary?” Grace asked. He could have pulled them off with her skirt.

“You won’t need them again.” He took the towel from his brother and began to dry her off. He was soaked to the bone, but he took care of her first. Grace knew she should be spitting out her safeword, but she couldn’t. If she said that one word, it would all be over. Sean would be done. He wouldn’t touch her again.

Ian stood at the back of the room as though there was a line he simply wouldn’t cross. “Are you thinking at all, Sean? Black will be here soon. We need to move her to the interrogation room.”

Sean seemed to grow a couple of inches. “Are you telling me what to do with my submissive?” When Ian wouldn’t come to him, Sean moved toward Ian. He went toe to toe with his brother.

“Well, someone has to. You don’t seem to be able to handle her.”

Grace had had just about enough of Ian. She might be pissed at Sean, but by God this was between them, and she was sick of other people putting their noses in it. She was the one standing here cold and naked in front of complete strangers. She didn’t need for Sean and Ian to have it out now. “He handles me just fine. Get out.”

Ian’s eyes widened, and his chest puffed out. Sean stepped firmly between them. “Not going to happen. She is not yours to discipline. You heard her. Grace, he’s worried about you. Tell him what you call me.”

“Mostly, right now I call you *.”

Sean growled.

She decided to get it over with. The sooner Ian left, the sooner she wasn’t showing him everything she had. “Fine, Sir. Master. Whatever, this is between us.”

Ian shook his head. “You have one hour. No more. Come along, Eve.”

He started out of the dungeon without another look back at the woman named Eve. They didn’t appear to be intimate partners, though the blonde had seemed perfectly comfortable in the dungeon. Eve turned her head and smiled, giving Grace a little thumbs up before the door closed.