Rush

commanded.
    She was flush with nervousness but excitement also danced in her veins. She was aroused
     by the fact that he was going to fuck her mouth right here in front of these strangers.
     She was experiencing so many conflicting emotions that it was hard to know exactly
     what she thought or felt about the situation.
    But she trusted Gabe, and that was enough to make her relax and give herself into
     his hands and his care.
    Her lips parted, and he slid inside her mouth, probing deeply as the tip of his cock
     brushed the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed and then plumped outward as he
     withdrew and then plunged inside again.
    He was surprisingly gentle given his intense mood. She’d expected him to be rougher,
     more demanding. But he framed her face with his hands, brushing his thumbs over her
     cheeks as he pushed in with long, slow strokes.
    “Beautiful,” he murmured.
    “Yes, she is,” one of the men said from behind Gabe.
    His voice startled her, pulling her out of the moment. She’d been able to forget their
     presence because she was consumed by Gabe. Only Gabe. Now she was very aware that
     they were there—watching. Lusting after her. All wanting to be Gabe as she pleasured
     him.
    “Focus only on me,” he whispered as he thrust again, filling her mouth with his rigid
     length.
    It was an easy command to obey. She closed her eyes and lost herself in Gabe’s dominance.
    He began to move faster and with more force. He thrust and then held himself deeply,
     locked against the back of her throat. Then he released her and smoothed his hands
     over her face while he waited for her to catch her breath.
    “She’s fucking hot,” Tyson breathed.
    “I want some of that,” Charles said, his voice strained with lust and envy.
    Gabe’s hands tightened on her face. He thrust again and then began pushing hard and
     fast. He erupted against her throat, onto her tongue, spilling onto her lips as he
     withdrew and thrust forward again.
    “
Merde
,” the Frenchman muttered.
    The wet sucking sounds rose in the room, erotic and almost harsh against the silence.
    “Swallow it,” Gabe ordered. “Lick me clean, Mia.”
    He continued to rock against her, giving her time to obey his dictate. She licked
     and swallowed, until finally he withdrew, his cock shining with moisture from her
     mouth.
    He reached down and fumbled with the knots at her wrists, loosening the silken rope
     from around her hands and ankles. Her arms and legs screamed their protest when he
     pulled her to her feet. He stood there holding her a long moment, allowing her to
     regain her strength. Then he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the long
     coffee table in front of the couches.
    He laid her down, spreading her legs, and then he raised her arms above her head and
     slipped the rope around each wrist before binding them to the legs of the coffee table
     underneath her head.
    When he stood again, his gaze was directed at the man nearest to Mia.
    “You can touch her. You can pleasure her. Do
not
hurt her in any way. Do not frighten her. This is all about her. You keep your dick
     in your pants and do not penetrate her in any way. We clear?”
    “Hell yeah,” Charles said as he rose.

chapter thirty
    Gabe backed away from where Mia lay tied to the coffee table. She was an irresistibly
     erotic sight, her long dark hair tousled and tumbled over the edge, her eyes wide,
     lips puffy from his possession.
    Charles Willis circled her like a waiting vulture, his eyes feasting greedily on Mia’s
     naked body. Gabe’s stomach clenched when Charles’s fingers trailed over her belly
     and up to her breasts. Charles circled one taut peak, teasing it to rigidity.
    Stéphane and Tyson closed in but stood just back to give Charles his turn. They waited,
     like predators stalking prey, for their opportunity to touch her.
    This was wrong. So very wrong. His gut screamed at him. His mind protested. She was
his
. No one should be touching her but him, and yet he’d set this up. As what, a test?
     Something to prove to himself?
    He brooded as Charles continued his exploration of Mia’s beautiful body. A body that
     belonged to Gabe. He was a possessive man—he knew this—and yet he’d never had a problem
     allowing another man to pleasure a woman under his care. He was…indifferent to it.
     Not so with Mia.
    He hated every goddamn minute of this.
    Lisa’s taunt echoed over and over in his ears.
    Are you in love with her?
    He