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“Is that what you want? You want everyone to know that you’re mine and belong to me?”
She set a hand on my chest. “I want you to know this. I want you to stop walking on eggshells around me. I’m not going to break.”
“You nearly died.”
“No, I had a concussion.”
“It was grade three.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“We will agree to disagree.”
“Carla is off-limits. And so is Henrietta, at least until after her conviction.” She narrowed her eyes. “I mean it. And I sent that message to Lucian, too. I know the two of you have a plan.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Both of you are menaces to society.”
“I thought he was unhinged, and I was a psychopath.”
“Same thing.”
I offered her my hand, and she tucked hers around my elbow.
Within seconds of us entering the main lounge of the club, various gazes turned in our direction.
I had no doubt the rumors about me would forever circulate. No matter what, Maria’s death would haunt me and follow me wherever I went.
No one would convince me I had no part in the choices she’d made. I was responsible for her and missed the signs of her turn to the darkness.
With Sophia, my failure sat on a level incomparable to losing Maria. Maybe that made me a cruel bastard. If I’d lost Sophia, I wouldn’t have survived it.
I should have fought her on going to the photoshoot without security. Hell, I should have gone with her. How stupid was I not to see all the pieces of the trap when they were laid out right before me?
“Stop with the brooding, or people will think you aren’t into your bratty submissive.”
My eyes locked with Sophia’s dark, humor-filled ones. “According to you, I haven’t gotten into you for over six weeks.”
“Oh, the serious Mr. Pierce is trying to make jokes. What will the other Doms say when they see I’ve corrupted you?”
I captured her face in my hand, drawing her to me. Her pupils dilated almost immediately, and her breath became unsteady.
“Did you forget I don’t care what others think of me?” I grazed my teeth over her lower lip, nipping it right before I pulled back. “Your opinion is the only one I take into consideration.”
“Well, I’m of the opinion we should skip socializing and visit a playroom.”
“Public or private?”
“You’d let others watch as you fucked me?”
“Not a chance. This outfit is as much of you as I can tolerate sharing with anyone. All views of your cunt are mine.”
“Then I guess the answer is private.”
I led her to the same room we used the first night we were together. And just like last time, she paused in front of the picture of a woman bound with her hands above her head. The riding crop between her breasts helped showcase the jeweled clamps on her nipples.
Knowing the photographer who’d taken that picture, I was positive the flush on the model was the aftermath of an authentic orgasm instead of a preconstructed pose.
