Beyond Duty, Tome 2: Mauled

Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)“Men have been drooling over you tonight, wanting you, wishing you belonged to them. But you’re mine, aren’t you? Only mine?” “All yours, Sir. Never wanted anyone but you,” Gunny admitted honestly. Mac skimmed his lips along Gunny’s jaw, licked the corner of his mouth. Gunny tried to follow those warm, intoxicating lips, but he didn’t dare turn away from the stage, disobey Mac’s order. He lost contact with them when Mac followed the same path back to Gunny’s ear. Gunny groaned his frustration. Mac’s mouth was better than any show. “That’s why it’s not bothering me that they look,” Mac whispered. “Because that’s all they can do. And it will be all they can do when this show is over—watch me lead you to the back rooms.” Fuck, Gunny would gladly forego watching the rest of the show. “They’ll know where we’re going. They will be wishing it was them taking you to the back, watching you strip, binding you, beating you, fucking you,” Mac growled, his voice husky and deep. “You’ll be their fantasy.”