After her husband and a group of his friends tie her up and use her body, Magenta is left without what she really wanted—a baby.
Her husband and his best friend intend to make it up to her after a tense dinner together. Sharing her seems to heighten the dominating sexuality in them both.
Will she be able to submit to them so easily this time? More importantly, can she handle the clear intensity and passion that her husband’s best friend shows her?
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AN EXCERPT FROM "HUMILIATE HER"
Magenta steadied herself after she checked the roast in the oven. It glistened nicely. If only the rest of her life was as easy as preparing a perfect dinner. She’d gotten the hang of that by the time she’d turned eleven—after her mother abandoned Magenta and her five siblings to be a rockstar in a country halfway around the world.
Somehow, her ability to slip into Mom’s role didn’t deter her own want for children, at least not after she’d met and married Malcolm. He wanted a litter, and she wanted him to be happy.
She had to admit that, now, after years of trying, Magenta wanted kids, too. Wanted to right the wrong done to her so long ago.
But this morning, her pregnancy test was negative, even after the trials she went through to conceive. Magenta gulped back the mixed feelings she had when she thought of it--of how her husband had tied her up, fucked her in front of a room full of strangers, and left them do what they wanted with her body afterward.
She’d come so many times. And so had they.
Still, she was left without a baby.
A strong, warm arm cinched around her waist as the amber scent of her husband enveloped her. His mouth found the side of her neck. “Hello, beautiful wife.”
Magenta wiggled back into him, feeling safe and whole in his arms, with her back to his chest and his breath against her skin.
His nose traced her pulse. “You smell good.”
She smiled. “That’s the roast.”
After another long whiff of her skin, he shook his head and applied his teeth to her earlobe. “No. That’s you. You make me hungry in so many ways.”
Mmm. Magenta loved it when he was like this, his hips swaying lightly into hers.
“But I hope you have enough food for three because Gavin will be joining us tonight.” Her husband’s hand dropped low between her thighs to cup and gently stroke her.
Need shot through Magenta, and heat settled low in her center at the implication in his voice. The three of them hadn’t been alone in this house together since her humiliation, but every time she’d caught a glimpse of him otherwise, his gaze burned her up.
His want to fuck her again obvious in the way he trapped her for a second with his intensity.
Magenta sank into Malcolm’s probing fingers, wishing she’d worn a skirt. But maybe that wasn’t such a good idea with Gavin coming over.
Malcolm laughed darkly into her hair. “I can’t wait for dessert.”
The implication was clear. She was dessert.
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