Chapter 4

Viktor’s gloved fingers closed around my upper arm, the leash forgotten, he walked so fast my heels skidded across the reception-hall marble.

No one spoke; the watching guests only smiled, like they knew what was about to happen. Wet squelches were still coming from beneath my soaked lace thong because of the vibrator he hadn’t switched off.

Heat pooled down my inner thighs while pulses kept clenching my empty, aching cunt, but he pulled me past people and terraces until ...