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"You bet." He leans forward in his seat. "Any more questions?"
"Just one."
He tilts his head.
"Where’s my Prosecco?"
"Coming right up." He takes a sip from his flute, then rises to his feet. He walks around to stand beside me.
"What are you—" He plants his big palms on either side of my mouth, then squeezes with enough pressure that I open my mouth. He lowers his head and trails the sparkling wine into my mouth.
My stomach tightens, and my pussy contracts. Bubbles warmed by his mouth pop on my tongue. The taste of lemon, pears, green apple…and him fills my palate. He releases his hold on my face, and I swallow. The liquid slides down my throat. It feels like I swallowed a part of him. He watches the movement of my throat, and his blue eyes darken to that indigo I’m so familiar with. The one that indicates he’s turned on.
"Open," he growls.
Before I can comply, he grabs his flute, takes another sip, dribbles it into my mouth, and wraps his fingers around my throat as I swallow.
"You’re so fucking sexy, Rabbit. It makes me want to turn you over and take you right-fucking-now."
Before I can respond, he releases me. Then he straightens, walks over to the food cart and slides my plate in front of me. "Eat."
I glance down and exclaim, "Spaghetti a la Puttanesca? My favorite? How did you know?"
"I know everything about you, Rabbit. I take my role as your Dom very seriously."
I peek up at him from under my lashes. What do I make of this complex man? Now I know that the distance I sense in him is not of his making. Now, I know that, although he seems dissociated from the moment, in reality, he’s very engaged. His focus is always on me, even when I’m not aware of it. During the time I was upset he wasn’t in touch with me when we were apart and I thought he was focused on his career, even then, I didn’t feel alone. It wasn’t until that day I came home to find him with that woman that I felt a distance between us.
Have I forgiven him for that farce? I’m not sure. At the very least, I gave him a taste of the anger, jealousy and helplessness I’d felt by pretending to be with Finn. I couldn’t resist when he invited me to experiment with the power exchange in our relationship. Blame it on my fascination with spicy books. Or on the fact that I hold the power in our association.I do hold the power. I do.I remind myself of that as he nods toward my plate. "Eat."
The power in that one word sends another burst of anticipation up my spine. I dig into the food and take a mouthful. The tangy flavors of tomatoes, the bite of garlic, the zing of capers, the saltiness of anchovies—all of it bursts on my tongue. It also makes me miss the taste of him that clung to the bubbles. He watches me, his own food untouched.
"Aren’t you eating?"
"Watching you appease your appetite is enough to satisfy mine."
"Oh." I pause with my fork halfway to my mouth. "You mean that don’t you?"
One side of his lips quirks. His cold blue eyes sparkle with a fire that scorches as it chills me. The hair on the back of my neck rises. Goosebumps pop on my skin. I bring the fork to my mouth and slide the tines of the fork between my lips. He watches with utmost focus as I pull it out, then place it back on my plate.
"You need to eat some more."
"I can’t." I lean back in my seat.
"You’re going to need your strength," he murmurs in a low voice.
I can’t stop the nervous giggle from bursting out. "You sound so serious."
"That’s because I am, Rabbit."
"B-b-but I’m full," I whine.
"Not as full as you’re going to be when I take your arse."
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Declan
Her gaze widens. "You said that on purpose." She stabs her finger in my direction.
