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His gaze still holding mine, he asked, “Did I hurt you?”
I snorted. “Your cock’s still attached to your body, isn’t it?”
He grunted, a pinch of amusement in his eyes. He lowered his mouth to mine and took it in a soft, drugging kiss. That easily, despite that I’d minutes ago been torn apart by an orgasm that left my limbs feeling like noodles, I felt a low buzz of arousal begin to build in my blood—my body was so used to giving itself over to him that it happened reflexively.
Pulling back, he pressed a lingering kiss on the valley between my breasts and then began to straighten. I let my hands fall to the desk and watched as he carefully withdrew his softening cock and took a step back. His gaze then predictably began to cool.
I knew it was coming. Knew it was coming any moment now. One. Two. Three. Four—
“I have to go.”
And there it was.
He alwayshad to go.He never stayed for longer than the time it took to thoroughly fuck me. To say that the dude liked emotional distance would be an understatement. Danton had at some point built a moat around himself, and there was no way to cross it.
He had verystrong personal boundaries, hence his insistence on having several conditions regarding our arrangement. For instance, we never met up outside the club,we never spoke of our arrangement with non-members, and we never traveled to or from the Vault together. There were plenty more rules where those came from.
He was constantly on his guard. So watchful. So self-contained. So in absolute control of himself at all times. He only fucked me like an unrestrained savage because hewantedto.
Watching him dispose of the condom, I sighed. During sex, he was supremely attentive. He touched me like I was a treasured possession; spoke words that could be anything from sweet to filthy. It was the only time his defenses were down around me. Afterward, those mental stone fortified walls slammed back up so fast it was dizzying, shutting me out all over again.
Hey, I got why. We weren’t a couple. We weren’t building anything. This was about sex, nothing more.
None of it had bothered me in the beginning. I never went looking for anything serious. It wasn’t wise when you had a father that used who and what you loved against you. But over half a year was a long time to be in an arrangement with someone if you were expected to keep your emotions out of it. Many people managed it. I no longer could.
It wasn’t that I loved Danton. I didn’t know him well enough for that—he only showed me select parts of himself. But I liked what I’d seen of him. A lot, in fact. More, Danton made me feel how I wanted to feel—owned, valued,seen.
Over the past few months, I’d felt myself growing increasingly attached to him. I’d ignored it at first, but I couldn’t anymore. Because it had now gotten to a point where it hurt that this was a one-way street.
The problem until now was that I hadn’t been able to find the willpower to walk away from him. However, my father had recently put me in a position where I had no choice but to find that strength.
Jorge Dukas was a renowned misogynist who saw no value in women—not even in his wife or daughter. We were his ‘property,’ nothing more.
He rarely contacted me. Unless he wanted something. As such, when he’d summoned me to his house a few days ago I’d known in advance that I wouldn’t like the reason why. And Ireallyhadn’t liked it.
“There’ll be a gathering here on Saturday,” he’d told me. “I need you to be here.”
“Why?” I’d asked, both surprised and uneasy.
“I suspect that one of my men is an undercover cop, but I can’t be sure. He’s asked about you many times. When you’re at the gathering, he’ll for sure approach you. Accept his advances, agree to a date if that’s what he wants—which he likely will want, because he’ll be eager to get you alone if he’s a cop so he can try to ring you for information. And no, I’m not asking you to sleep with him. Just talk to him, feel him out, report back to me. Any questions he asks you will be very telling.”
It hadn’t been a request. Jorge didn’t need to ‘ask.’ I toed the line simply because he took it out on my mother if I didn’t.
Like I said, he used who and what you loved against you.
Did I care if Jorge was really being investigated by the police? No. Did I believe he truly thought one of his men was a cop? Not necessarily. His intention could be to see if I told the supposed undercover cop anything interesting.
Jorge occasionally pulled stunts to test the loyalty of those around him. He’d given my mother the beating of her life when I’d once said too much to an outsider, and then he’d blamed that beating onme. I’d been careful to watch out for more ‘tests’ ever since.
It was his way of reminding everyone who was in charge. His way of keeping them in line, since seeing people be punishedfor saying too much then deterred others in his employ or family from making that same mistake.
Whether or not Jorge was lying had no bearing on my situation with Danton. Whatdidpresent a problem was that, due to the conditions of my arrangement with him, I couldn’t go on a single date with anyone inside or outside the Vault. The same exclusivity rule applied to him.
As such, I had two choices: One, break it off with Danton once and for all. Two, tell Jorge to go to hell, for which my mother would dearly pay.
I’d chosen option one.
Not merely for my mother’s sake, but because ending the arrangement would be for the best.
