Blissful Masquerade: A Dark Why Choose Romance (Ruthless Desires Book 1)
Chapter 4

I WATCH as Wren thinks over my question, biting her lip in a way that somehow makes my dick even harder.

Good, I think as she glances between the three of us. I want her to take this question seriously.

With a small smile, Wren looks up at me and nods.

I smile back. “And how much experimenting have you done in the bedroom, love?”

Her smile falls, and she looks away. “Not that much. I wanted to, but . . .” She shrugs. “Doesn’t matter right now.”

I watch her closely, looking for any sign that we’re making her uncomfortable. Tension in her shoulders, too-wide eyes, closed off posture. But I replace nothing except a hint of sadness that I know has nothing to do with us and everything to do with that motherfucker who broke her heart.

“I’m going to tell you a few things I’ve observed tonight. Tell me if I’m right or wrong, okay?”

She nods again.

My fingers brush across her cheek, because I can’t help but touch her. She’s like a fucking drug. “You seemed to like it whenever Rhett restrained you. Specifically, when he raised your arms above your head, and when he pinned you down when Oliver was fucking you. Am I correct?”

She gives Oliver a heated glance, and he returns it. Then, with a blush, she says, “Yes.”

“Pretty sure you liked it when I choked you, too.” Rhett nudges her jaw with his nose, and I smile at the show of affection. He’s done well tonight.

Wren’s eyes widen, and a shy smile appears on her face. “Yeah.” Then she turns to face me, an expression of cautious curiosity on her face. “What do you want to do to me?”

I smirk. “Tie you up.”

Her lips part as the words register in her brain.

“You’d be able to tell me to stop at any time. And I won’t tie you up for very long. Not this time, at least.” I watch as heat ignites in her eyes at the thought of doing this again. “But I only want you to agree to this if you’re one-hundred percent on board.”

She doesn’t even hesitate. “I want you to.”

Fuck me.

“Get on your back.”

She obeys, but not before giving Rhett one last kiss. Taking deep breaths, she watches me take out some soft ropes from a dresser drawer. Then I get to work tying her up. Every time my skin touches hers, she shivers. Rhett grabs his jacket from the floor and drapes it over her.

Jesus. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him care this much about a woman since we were kids. Although it makes sense. We’ve all been drawn to Wren since the second we set our eyes on her.

I tie her so she’s laid out spread eagle on my bed. She looks perfect against the dark comforter, even with Rhett’s jacket covering her.

Once I’m finished, I stand at the bottom of the bed. “Warmed up?”

She nods, so I remove Rhett’s jacket, tossing it to him. She squirms under my gaze as I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off. Her eyes snag on the butterfly tattoo on my ribcage before I yank the rest of my clothes off.

When I crawl on top of her, she’s smiling and taking my body in. I let her before I lean down and kiss her. Rhett’s taste is still potent in her mouth, and I groan.

I pull away before she’s ready, and she tries to sit up but can’t. With a half-laugh, half-moan, she lets her head fall onto the mattress. Good. I want her relaxed.

I squeeze her breasts. She watches my face, gasping when I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth. I alternate between sucking and licking it until she’s writhing underneath me. Then, with a mischievous smile, I move to her other breast and do the same thing.

“Elliot,” she groans, trying to roll her hips against my erection. But I keep myself just out of her reach. “Elliot! Please, Elliot.”

I release her nipple, straightening. “Please what, love? You’re going to have to be more specific.”

She lets out a desperate huff, her eyes flaring as she realizes that I’m going to make her beg for it. “Fuck me?”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Please fuck me?”

“You’re going to have to be more convincing than that.”

She lets out a tiny growl that can’t be categorized as anything other than completely adorable. “Please Elliot? Please fuck me? I’ve wanted to feel you inside of me all night, and I need you to.”

I smirk. “That’s more like it.”

It only takes me a moment to line up with her entrance. I feel her tense with expectation, her hips trying to rock me into her. So I sit like that for a moment.

Maybe it’s cruel. But I’ve craved her for so long. She always felt so untouchable behind the counter at the coffee shop, with her infectious smiles and giggles. I never thought this moment would come. And now that it’s here, I want to see her as desperate as I’ve been for months.

“Elliot,” she yells. She tries to wiggle closer to me, but she can’t.

Oliver snorts out a laugh as we watch her struggle.

“You’re both ridiculous,” she murmurs, looking toward Rhett for any type of solidarity. But he’s barely holding back his smile, either. She sighs, slumping onto the bed.

And that’s when I slam right into her. She screams, her back arching off the mattress, and I do it again. To my great satisfaction, she goes back to forming half-sentences, begging me not to stop.

So I don’t. For a minute, anyway. But when I feel myself getting close, I slow. She lets out a groan of frustration.

Then I look to Oliver, and then to Rhett, before my gaze lands back on Wren. “Can we blindfold you?”

She nods without hesitation. Oliver grabs his tie from the floor, crawling onto the bed next to her head. With a trusting smile, she closes her eyes as he slips it over her eyes, wrapping it around twice before tying it at the back of her head.

Oliver gives her a gentle kiss before hopping off the bed. I slide into her again, and I hear her whisper a little, “Fuck.”

I rub my thumb against her clit, and she gasps. God, this woman is so fucking sensitive, I have no idea how she’s lasted this long.

It only takes a minute or two before I’m close again. But based on her shallow breaths and the way she’s clenching around me, she is, too. I catch Oliver’s gaze, nodding to her body, before doing the same thing with Rhett.

They’re on her in seconds. Each of them takes a nipple into their mouth, and she screams. Her wrists pull at the restraints as she comes, and I have to hold her hips down while she pulls me over the edge with her.

She shudders as she feels me filling her, moaning when we all pull away from her at the same time. I take a moment to recover while Rhett and Oliver work on her restraints. When she’s able to sit up, she does, pushing the makeshift blindfold off her face. The second she sees me, she holds out her arms.

I climb onto the bed and pull her onto my lap. She’s shaking and panting as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“You took that so well, love.” I kiss her hairline. “So well.”

She moans into my skin before glancing at the other two. I can’t help but laugh. They’re both hard again already.

She lets out an exhausted breath. “I—I can’t . . .” Her head falls against my chest.

Oliver chuckles, leaning onto the bed to kiss her on the shoulder. “We know, princess. We know.”

WREN MOANS AS I carry her into the bathroom. Rhett and Oliver have already said goodnight. And then they drew her an Epsom salt bath while I got her a glass of water and she recovered in the bedroom.

Setting her on the tile floor, I hold her steady until she gains her balance. “Pee. And then you’re going to soak in the bath. It’ll help with the soreness.”

She smiles up at me, sated and sleepy, and I can’t help but kiss her. Then she disappears into the small toilet room while I step into the giant tub.

When she joins me, I pull her in between my legs, with her back settled against my stomach. She sighs, her head resting on my shoulder. “Tonight has been amazing, Elliot.”

I kiss her hair. “You’re amazing, love.” And I mean it. I never expected her to last as long as she did. Hell, I didn’t even expect her to come home with me, even while I was asking her to. The idea of her in my bed seemed too far off, too much of an untouchable fantasy.

And now she’s here, her naked body pressed against me. Her breaths have evened, and I’m pretty sure she’s already fallen into a light sleep.

“We really wore you out, huh?” I mutter into her neck. She lets out a soft moan.

I stroke her hair while we soak, staying absolutely still. When the water cools around us, she wakes with a shiver.

“Ready for bed?” I murmur in her ear.

She nods, standing slowly. I step out of the tub first, grabbing a fluffy towel and drying her off. Goosebumps cover her skin as I finish, kissing each of her inner thighs.

I dry off quickly, noticing her noticing my erection. I can’t keep my dick calm around her.

After hanging our towels up, I turn to replace her with her arms outstretched. I pick her up, stifling a groan when she wraps her legs around my waist.

As I carry her to the bed, she grinds against me, all while yawning into my shoulder. I can’t help but let out a laugh. “Do you want me to fuck you to sleep, love?”

She pulls away to look at me, smiling sleepily. Then she nods. “No one’s ever done that to me before.”

I watch her as my chest shakes with silent laughter. Is she serious? Is it even possible to literally fuck someone to sleep?

She kisses me sloppily, and I realize I’m about to replace out.

Once we’re settled under the covers, I pull her into a spooning position. I prop her top leg up, giving me room, and slide into her.

Fuck. How is she already so wet?

I fuck her nice and slow, not even trying to build her up to an orgasm. She sighs as I hold her to my chest.

It doesn’t even take a minute before her body sags against mine. Soft snores fill the air, and I have to stop myself from laughing.

After cleaning both of us off with a warm washcloth, I replace one of my old T-shirts and pull it over her small frame. She mutters something before settling against the pillows again.

Some type of emotion expands in my chest, one that I haven’t felt toward many people. I clamp it down. Tonight has been too perfect to fuck it up by telling her how I really feel. It doesn’t matter. The fact that she’s in my bed is a miracle all by itself, and I’m not dumb enough to walk into this with any type of expectations.

So after a minute of staring at her form under the blankets, I kiss her on the cheek. “See you in the morning, love.”