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Who am I kidding? Everything about this beautiful little dilemma is dangerous.
I break our kiss with a groan, pressing my face to her throat. "You just walked through the doors, and you're already trying to kill me."
Her sweet laugh sends fingers of desire dancing up and down my spine.
"Bronx, you out here?"
I glance up just in time to see Ares Wylder pop his head into the foyer. His blue eyes land on me and then slide to Gemma, widening. "Shit. My bad."
I quickly pull Gemma upright, keeping her tucked up against my chest. My hand is on her ass. I don't move it. Ares trainsDoms. As far as people here are concerned, he's one of the most important people at this club. I want him to know that she's mine and she's off-limits. He'll make sure word travels. And if anyone tries to approach her, he'll be first in line to cast them out.
No one crosses Ares. Not if they want to continue finding playmates in this part of Texas.
"I didn't realize you were in here with someone," he says. His penetrating gaze flicks over her, curious and probing.
"This is my girl, Gemma," I murmur. "Gemma, this is Ares."
"Hi, Ares." Gemma gives him a shy smile.
"She new?" he asks me.
"She's not your business," I growl. "When she's here, she's off-limits. If anyone approaches her, it'll be the last time they're allowed through the doors. And if anyone fucking touches her, they'll need a vacuum to recover their teeth."
"Fair enough. I'll make sure everyone knows she's yours."
I jerk my chin in a nod, grateful. That'll make my life a whole helluva lot easier. "You need something?"
"Nothing I can't ask Rome about," he mutters. "Is he upstairs with Raven?"
"Probably so."
Ares nods. "I'll go talk to him then." His gaze drifts over Gemma again. "Welcome to the club, Gemma."
"Thanks," she says and then gasps quietly, her eyes flying to my face as Ares ducks back out into the club.
"Now you remember," I mutter, shaking my head. I'm not mad about it. Like I said last night, fuck my rules. My goddamn rules left her hurting last night. I should have been in that bed with her. It should have been my cock she was grinding on, my tongue getting her off. Instead, I sent her home aching, so fucking horny she had to use her pillow to relieve herself.
That shit won't be happening again. When we're alone, she can break any rule she wants to break. She can push any button she wants to push. I won't stop her. She can disobey and fuck with me until her heart's content. The rules don't apply. Not with her. Not when we're alone.
But out there in the club? Her safety requires her obedience. She has to learn to rein herself in. Because I won't allow anything to happen to her. I can't allow it. Not because it's my job but because it'sher. Because I'll burn this fucking club to the ground if anything happens to her.
"That didn't count!" she hisses.
"Oh, it counted, Dilemma."
"Did not. We're not in the club. We're in the foyer. There's a difference."
"That's the only reason I'm not spanking you right now," I murmur, squeezing her ass. "If we were in the club, you'd be in serious trouble right now."
She huffs at me.
"I'm serious, beautiful."
"I know, but I'm not a little girl, Bronx. Please don't treat me like I am," she says quietly. "I'm not going to do something to put myself in danger. I'm not stupid."
"Never said you were, Dilemma. But you've never been in this world before. You don't understand how it works yet. That means it's my responsibility to ensure that you're able to play and explore safely. The rules aren't meant to infantilize you. They're meant to ensure this is a safe place for you." I curve my hand around her cheek, turning her face up to mine. "It'll destroy me if something happens to you because I wasn't careful enough, Gemma."
Her expression softens, the tension in her jaw melting away. "You mean that, don't you?"
