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I fold my arms over the sheet and realize I’m still naked.
"My dress?"
He angles his head in the direction of a dresser on the far side where my dress is folded up along with my bra and panties. "You sure you’re okay?"
I take in the crease in his forehead, the worry in his voice, and can’t stop the slight curve of my lips. "I had an orgasm, and I was tired from all the events of the past few days, but other than that, I’m fine."
He surveys my features. "Good."
"I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I figure out how to launch my career in LA."
"Hmm." He holds his fingers under his nose, and oh, my god, he’s smelling me. He’s sniffing at the remnants of my cum on his digits. That’s gross. And strangely, romantic. Ugh. I didn’t think of that as romantic, did I? Because he’s still wearing me?
"The evidence of your arousal smells even better a few hours later. Like aged, fine wine whose bouquet grows more potent with time."
I swallow. "What are you trying to do, Declan?"
"What do you mean?"
"This—" I point to the space between us. "I was sure you wanted revenge for what happened but now, I don’t know."
He slides his hand inside his pocket and frowns down at me. "Neither do I." He seems taken aback by his confession, then he sets his jaw. "Very insightful words for a weak society princess, who’s only accomplishment was agreeing to an arranged match."
It’s as if he’s plunged a hot knife into my chest. He gave me my first orgasm, gave me so much pleasure, I’m sure my brain cells are going to take a while to recover from it and now, he’s injured me so much it hurts to breathe. My emotions must show on my face for he swears aloud.
"Fuck, didn’t mean to say that."
"Yes, you did."
"Fucking hell." He drags his fingers through his hair. "You tie me up in knots, you know that?"
We stare at each other for a few seconds. The silence stretches and the mixed-up feelings inside me are mirrored on his face, and that eases some of that tight feeling around my ribcage.
Then he inclines his head. "Why did you call me that?"
"What?"
"Back there in the bathroom, you called me Master."
"Did I?" I frown.
"You know you did."
I lean back against the pillows. "It seemed... right. When you use that tone of voice, you seem to know what you want. And it makes me want to—"
"Make me happy?"
I nod slowly "Yes. It makes me want to do everything you ask, and—" I stiffen. "How do you know that?"
"Lucky guess?" This time the smile on his face is secretive. Does he know something I don’t? Before I can ask, he heads toward the doorway, only to stop.
He looks at me over his shoulder and states, "This doesn’t change anything, Solene."
11
Solene
"Your room’s on the second floor, to the right of the stairs."
