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The pool table shakes as he takes me. Relentlessly, the heavy, slow strokes thudding against my hips. It has to be bolted to the floor, otherwise he’d be moving it easily.
My lids flutter and I roll my head. Still coming around his length. His narrowed eyes are fixed on me, a spark of triumph in them. He said he would ruin me and he has. I’m drenched with my wetness and his cum is still dried on my face. I can feel where it stuck to my skin.
He thrusts one last time and I feel him paint the inside of my pussy. I’ll feel everything tomorrow. I’ll get up in the morning and he’ll trickle down my thigh. I’ll smell the faint scent of his cum when I go to clean myself. Every time I slip my panties down, I’ll remember the high of coming for him.
I hope every time he sees his gun tomorrow, he thinks about my pussy wrapped around the barrel.
Pushing myself up on the heels of my hands, I stare up at him. He looks so good that somewhere in the depths of me, I twitch. There’s nothing like the feeling of our bodies joined. And I want it endlessly.
But I’m still jarred by the things he said.
Neither of us know what to say.
He picks me up. I grab his hat and he carries me down the hall. In the shower, he washes my body and gets down on his knees. I rest one leg on his shoulder and let him inspect me.
The tip of his rough fingers are surprisingly gentle on my sex. When he’s done, he kisses my clit.
And despite everything that just happened, I melt for him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
GERARD
The contract was supposed to protect us both from what happened last night. She wasn’t supposed to see that side of me.
I know how to be her Dom, but I don’t fucking know how to be her man.
Or at least I thought I did. I’ve never broken the rules with anyone before. But with her, all the things I’ve held sacred are changing.
I wake the next morning and she’s lying with her eyes wide open. The blankets are pulled to her chin, the top one made of white fur stark against her red waves. I slide my hand up to brush a tendril from her cheek. She watches me. Her lids flutter and her tongue darts out to wet her mouth.
“I want to work with Angel today,” she says.
“You can do whatever makes you happy, redbird,” I say.
She sits up, moving to the edge of the bed. Quick as a flash, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back to me. She yelps as I flip her body around and set her in my lap. We sink back against the headboard. Her nails dig into my shoulders and her breasts heave.
My eyes rove down.
She’s got a little mark around her throat where the belt bit her skin. Otherwise, she’s flawless. Entranced, I run my palms over the inward curve of her waist and relish the way her hips widen.
“What is it?” she whispers.
I feel my throat bob. “Our contract isn’t what I anticipated it would be.”
My words hang in the air. She twists, but I keep her still.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “Maybe I’m not very obedient.”
I touch between her breasts with the tip of my middle finger. She shudders as I trace it down to her navel. The little dip is warm, and I gently push my fingertip in. Exploring each part of her with the slowness it deserves.
“No,” I say, not looking into her eyes. “I’m going to rewrite the contract.”
I glance up. Her brows arch.
“You want something…different?” she says. There’s a trace of unease in her voice.
“I’m going to limit it,” I say. “But not take it away.”
