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recall
the last time Sebastian had given her a bauble and was quick to try it on.
“’Tis lovely.”
    Delacroix chuckled and lifted the chain back over her head.
“’Tis not for your neck.”
    “Then what’s it for?”
    “Your hips.” He moved to her back, circled her with his
arms, and laid the gold rope over her hipbones. Pulling it tight around her
waist, he set a clasp, then bent her over the arm of the chair. “Relax.”
    Daphne had used that word often enough for Alexandra to know
what he intended.
    The smallest of the three balls slipped into her rectum. She
sucked in an audible breath. It was cold, but not entirely unpleasant. He
barely gave her time to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation before he inserted
the second and third.
    A jolt of hot energy streaked through her when she stood
upright. “Oh my good heavens.” She squirmed, testing its purposefulness.
    “This will be the last thing the audience sees you in before
Warwick and I take you.” He held her hand and took her for a turn about the room.
The balls rolled inside her with each stride, clicking against one another like
a hammer to an anvil. She pivoted and humming vibrations zinged up her spine.
“Oh God!”
    “Do you like it?” he asked, pride lifting his tone.
    She squeezed her knees together and cupped herself. “’Tis
extremely—” she whimpered then swallowed, “arousing.”
    He tugged on the rope.
    She shivered, released his hand, and clung to the bedpost.
Her eyes fluttered shut. Her pulse tapped against her clit, once, twice, three
times. “Delacroix.” She panted, stretched beyond her limits. “If you are
finished torturing me, would you please send Daphne back?”
    “I’m only getting started, sweetling.” He scooped her off
her feet and laid her atop the cool bedding. Wrapping his hands around the
backs of her knees, he spread her wide, then blew on her burning flesh. “What
do you want, Alexandra?”
    Pleasure tightened, clawed at her. He would make her beg.
She knew it and lacked the endurance to play his game. “I want you to lick my
cunt.”
    One long swipe of his tongue was all the bastard gave her.
    “Again, please,” she cried, and this time was rewarded.
    He molded his mouth to her sensitive lips and groaned. Her
hips came off the bed. She clenched the coverlet and screamed her pleasure.
    Her climax hit her in rolling waves.
    Delacroix drank down the first, then speared her with his
tongue in search of a second. He found it hiding beneath the frills of flesh at
the apex of her womanhood. He pulled back the hood and flicked her clit. “Come
for me again.”
    She gripped fistfuls of his hair as spasms attacked her
body. A second wave, more powerful than the first, washed through her. But he
was not yet finished devouring her. He released her legs and separated her
folds between two fingers, then gave the rope a quick tug.
    “And again,” he whispered in a silky timbre as he drew her
rock-hard clit between his teeth.
    One rippling sensation followed another and another until
she no longer recognized the sound of her own cries. She’d never known such
suffering, such sweet delicious torment. ’Twas beautiful.
    He kissed the inside of each thigh, then rimmed her naval as
he crawled up the length of her body, nipping her breasts along the way. He
laced his fingers through hers beside her head and kissed her, sharing the
spicy taste of her desire for him. She never wanted to leave this surreal
place. Not now, not ever.
    “What next?” she heard him ask through the drone in her
head.
    Drugged with desire, her eyes slid to half open. Candle
flame flickered in his eyes near black with hunger.
    “What’s next, sweetling?” he asked again, his voice raspy,
pained. The head of his cock pushed at her slick opening.
    Unlike him, she wouldn’t make him beg for it. She squeezed
his fingers in preparation. “Fuck me.”
    He grinned at her choice of words and buried himself to the
hilt in one powerful thrust.
    “Oh