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She nods, biting her lip. “Good.”
I jump, my gaze whipping to the foot of the bed. Deimos has crossed the room and is now grabbing one of my ankles. He pulls it away from my other leg, making me blush as I try vainly to close them.
That just gets me a slap on the inner thigh.
“Dahlia?”
“Umm, yeah?” I blurt, smiling at my mom and trying to ignore the metal cuff I can feel being clicked around my ankle. I clear my throat. “Look, Mom, maybe I should come visit—”
“Oh, please,” she laughs. “Dahlia,mon chérie, I’m really fine. It was just a break-in.”
Deimos scowls, looking up abruptly from where he’s yanking my other leg wide and cuffing it as well.
“Still…”
She shakes her head. “Not that I wouldn’tloveto see you, sweetheart. Of course I would. But you’ve got so many important things going on with school and that internship.”
I shiver as Deimos casually takes my free hand and pulls it to the side of the bed, where he cuffs it in place.
“Mom, I—” My eyes bulge, and I have to bite down hard on my lip to stop from moaning as Deimos’ fingers twist one of my nipples through my tank top, just out of sight of my phone’s camera.
“You’ve got studying to do, yes, I know,” she smiles at me. “We’ll catch up later.”
I’ve barely ended the call before Deimos is pouncing on top of me, shoving my other hand to the side, and cuffing it. I whimper as he drags a finger down my cleavage, pulling the tank top with it until it slips down over my nipples.
“What’s going on with your mother?”
I swallow. “Noth—”
I gasp, shivering when he roughly pinches a nipple again.
“Care to try that again?”
I clamp my teeth between my lips, defiantly shaking my head with the tiniest flicker of a tease in my eyes. Deimos growls quietly, and I writhe when his hand reaches behind him to cup my eager pussy through my shorts and panties. I flinch, gasping as he slaps my inner thigh.
“I can do this all night, and Iknowyou know that.”
“I do know that.”
His eyes flash, his lips curling devilishly as he reaches over and turns out the light.
“I see you’re ready to play, darling…”
* * *
Later,after he’s made me scream about a half dozen times, first handcuffed to the bed and later on the floor of the living area with my bruised legs wrapped around his torso and his hand at my throat, I’m back in bed, alone.
Well fucked, but also kiss-less.
I frown as I pull the blankets up over me.
But is that really what I want? Do I want kissing and sharing a bed all night with him? Or is what we’re currently doing exactly what I need?
I effectively live here. We havea lotof sex, exclusively with each other. And yet it’s obviously not a relationship.
We’d have to kiss for it to be that.
We’ve still never discussed the blackness of our twisted past: the fact that he clearly still has a chip on his shoulder when it comes to me, like he’s still harboring this lingering hatred for me. And I still haven’t forgotten that night.
