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Ahead, the Dom unstraps his sub and pulls her up so she’s kneeling on the bench. He pinches her nipple, and she wails. The sound bounces off the walls and surrounds us. The air seems to grow heavier. A bead of sweat slides down the side of Solene's temple. I bend my head and lick up the drop, then drag my tongue to the curve of her ear. I bite down on her ear lobe, and she flinches.
I pinch the swollen nub of her clit, then thrust four fingers inside her.
She cries out, I tighten my hold around her throat enough to cut off the sound and her breath. Her gaze widens. She glances up at me, a hint of fear in her gaze.
"Do you trust me?"
She blinks.
"Do you trust me, Rabbit?"
She holds my gaze for a few seconds, then nods.
Finally, fuck. I increase the pressure about her neck just a fraction. Enough for her body to twitch. For her nails to dig into my forearms. Then I increase the pace of my ministrations, in-out-in. The quiver starts from her toes and vibrates up her legs, her hips. She thrusts out her pelvis, taking my digits deeper into herself, then curves her back. Her eyes roll back in her head. I press my lips to her ear. "Come," I snap, then release my hold on her throat. Her mouth opens, she sucks in a breath and the color rushes to her face, and she cries out. Moisture bathes my fingers as she comes and comes, then slumps against me.
I continue to weave my fingers in and out of her, finger fucking her through the aftershocks of her climax. Her knees seem to give out, and I pull my fingers out of her, then sweep her up in my arms. I stalk back to the chair and sit down and pull her into my lap. She cuddles closer, and I place my fingers against her lips.
Even though her eyes are closed, she opens her mouth and curls her tongue around my digits. Sensations pool in my chest. A current of electricity zips down my spine. My balls grow heavy, and I’m sure she must sense the insistent pressure against her hip. She stirs, then raises her heavy eyelids. "What happened to you, Declan?"
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Solene
His eyebrows furrow. There’s a conflicted look in his eyes. He seems so uncertain, so approachable, so much closer to the man he was when I met him, so much more the Declan I dreamed of being with. A melting sensation pools in my chest. I raise my palm to cup his cheek.
"Tell me, Declan, what made you change so much?"
The sound of my voice seems to shake him out of his reverie. His jaw hardens.
"None of your business."
I stare. Of course, he had to shut down, just as I thought I was getting through to him. Every time I think he’s softening toward me, he seems to find that alphahole part of him and draw that persona over himself like a cloak. He’s hurting, and I think it’s because of what had happened all those years ago, and yet—it’s not like he’s blaming me completely for it. He’s certainly punishing both of us for it, though.
"You know it is. We are very much each other’s business since the day we met."
"Is that right?"
I nod. "It’s why you brought me here to LA. You can tell yourself it’s because you wanted me to find myself, carve out a career and showcase my talent to the world, but really, it’s because you want me near you."
"Interesting theory." He smirks.
"Oh, please, don’t mock me. You know I’m right."
His eyes gleam. "What I couldn’t have guessed is what a filthy little hussy you are."
My nipples harden. My stomach flip-flops. I will not let him speak to me like that; I will not. "Take that back." I try to sit up, but he wraps his arm about me and holds me close.
"You’re not leaving until I share some truths with you."
I search his features, see the resolution in his eyes. "O-k-a-y." I nod.
"Okay." He glances up. I follow his gaze to where the man has the woman he fucked earlier in his arms. She is curled into his chest, a look of contentment on her face. He rises to his feet and walks out of there.
"Where is he taking her?"
"Aftercare."
I turn my face in his direction. "Is that what this is?" I point my chin in the space between us.
