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Robyn didn’t think that our game had ended, right?

Naïve.

If my principessa wants to win, then she must reach ten orgasms, which I intend to hit in the car — myfuck you, brothercar — on the way home.

Except, I’m going to edge her for the next hour.

I settle back comfortably in my seat, crossing my legs.

I can hear Robyn struggling to catch her breath and not squirm in her seat.

Anyone else would take pity on her.

Anyone but me, when I know how hard I will make her come later.

As the music swells around me and my heart soars, I raise the back of Robyn’s hand to kiss it.

Finally, I can say goodbye to the dream that I once had a real family. I was in love with the idea like I loved Maria’s music.

Yet Robyn and the twins, the Kinks, the Bay Rebels players and staff, Cody, Michael, and Neve, along with more people than I once thought would care whether I live or die, are now part of my life in Freedom.

They are real.

They’re my true family.

My past is dead. My future, however, is alive.

I sneak a glance at Robyn, whose cheeks are flushed.

And my future is fucking beautiful.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Alice’s Book Café,Freedom

Shay

“This is Eden’s favorite drink.”Cassian shyly pushes a cup of tea across the large mushroom shaped table. “Is it all right?”

I take a deep sniff of the floral tea, before breaking into a wide grin. “Brilliant! This is Darjeeling tea, right? This is our mum’s favorite. I haven’t drunk this since I left England. Thanks, you’re a star.”

Cassian’s pale cheeks blush sweetly.

He slips to sit next to me. “Will you take a packet of it back with you for Eden? Also, tell him that I wish he was here but?—”

“He’s a dom, yeah? They may be in control most of the time, but we can have some evenings by ourselves to play,” I reply. “What the dom doesn’t know, doesn’t hurt them.”

Cassian nods, mischievously.

Cassian is dressed in soft blue jeans, a white shirt with kitten paw prints on it, and combat boots. He is small and college aged with baby blue eyes. He also has a pair of velvet kitten ears poking out of his ash blond curls.

Cassian’s Mistress is Kay — D’Angelo’s best friend who helps to run the BDSM club with him, On the RACK.

Kay is also the only other person I know who is in a polyamorous relationship with her subs, Cassian, Everett, and Axel.

Getting to know them has helped me more than I knew anything could. It has led me to accept a certain side to myself, as well as to explore it. I didn’t know how much it would mean to me to have people outside D’Angelo who I could talk to about my needs, as well as question things.

Blythe isolated me.