Jonathan pulled back until he could look Hartley in the eye. And his were on fire. “Christ, Hartley, we want you. Both of us. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Somehow, she managed to pull her gaze away from the intensity of Jonathan’s, because something inside her disliked the idea that Cruz might be feeling left out of this moment. She looked at the other man, and found him standing stock still, as if he were restraining himself from moving.
As if he were restraining himself from joining them. And she hated that.
“Yes,” she said, her voice a little shaky, the room threatening to spin around her. “I understand. I won’t lie, it scares me, but I want you, too. Both of you.” She aimed her last words right at Cruz.
He was at her side in an instant, his hand on her lower back, his shoulder touching Jonathan’s. “No reason to be scared. We only want to treat you good, to take care of you.”
She looked from one man to the other. “But I don’t know what…or how…” She shook her head. “I don’t know if I’m…submissive.”
Threading a hand into the hair at the nape of her neck, Cruz’s voice dropped when he spoke. “Close your eyes and keep them closed.”
She did. God help her, she did. Even though not being able to see what they might do to her made her tremble even harder. But that wasn’t the only reaction her body had. Because she was suddenly wet between her legs.
“Open your mouth.” That was Jonathan speaking now, a sterner, grittier tone to his voice, too. Swallowing hard, she dropped her jaw, ovaling her mouth. His cock hardener even more against her belly.
And then a finger traced the oval. Jesus, not knowing whose finger was an utter freaking turn on. Her hips jerked, and Jonathan’s hold tightened around her back.
“Suck.” Cruz, again. That finger slid onto her tongue, just a little, just enough for her to close her lips around. Was it Cruz invading her mouth? Or Cruz giving the command to suck Jonathan’s finger? She wasn’t sure which was sexier. And then the finger, wet with her saliva, slid in and out as she sucked.
When it finally pulled free, she felt bereft and couldn’t restrain the whimper that spilled from her lips.
“Hartley, open your eyes,” Jonathan said. It was a tone that was almost a growl.
She obeyed, and found them both staring at them her with such intense expressions that it made her knees go soft.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” Cruz bit out.
Jonathan gave a single nod. “That, Hartley. That was submission. The beautiful way you just gave into what we asked of you. That’s what we enjoy. Commanding a woman to do things that will please all of us, that will make all of us feel good. Deciding how to give her pleasure, and asking for her willingness to receive that pleasure.”
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Laura Kaye –
“Laura Kaye shows her mastery of the BDSM world. I’m eagerly anticipating more in this bold new series!” ~ Cherise Sinclair, NYT Bestselling Author of the Masters of the Shadowlands Series
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“Smoldering and sexy, Laura Kaye’s Blasphemy series is everything I look for in a romance. Haunted heroes and strong heroines populate this one of a kind club and I can’t wait to see the big bad Doms fall one by one.” ~ Lexi Blake, NYT Bestselling Author of the Masters and Mercenaries Series
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“This book was SO HOT. The Blasphemy club, and its masters, are simply irresistible! This series is a major hit for me, and I highly recommend it.” ~ Alpha Book Club
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“THEIRS TO TAKE IS THE HOTTEST BOOK IN THE SERIES TO DATE! 10 STARS OF AWESOME!!!” ~ White Hot Reads
Laura Kaye –
“Hartley, Master Johnathan and Master Cruz, hands down, are the sexiest Blasphemy novel yet! The dynamic between the three, the want, the need, the crazy hot chemistry these three share, is off the charts sexy. I could not get enough of this submissive and her two dominants. I loved the connection Hartley had with each man, and I loved the relationship between Cruz and Johnathan. And together, the story of these three, was so swoon-worthy, it was a make you blush, fan your face, fall in love, want more and more kind of book.” ~ Jordan’s Book Reviews