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"Bronx," she mouths soundlessly.
"I want you in my ropes, in my bed, coming all over my fucking cock." I dip my head, pressing my lips to her ear. "And I don't want anyone to hear the filthy shit I say to you when you're begging me to fuck you harder."
"What k-kind of filthy stuff?" she asks, avid curiosity lighting her eyes.
"Depends on what we discover you like, Dilemma. Degradation. Praise. Dirty talk."
"Yes." She doesn't hesitate. She doesn't ask a single question. Her answer is immediate, falling from her lips as if pulled from deep within her chest. "Yes, Bronx. To all of it."
Fuck me.
One way or another, I'm marrying this girl. I don't care what it takes. Somehow, someway, this ends with my ring on her finger and my kid in her belly. I refuse to accept anything less.
Chapter Seven
Gemma
"Red."
"What?" I lift my gaze to Bronx, my mind clouded with lust and excitement. My heart races a million miles a minute as he helps situate me in the center of his seriously comfortable bed.
"Red," he repeats. "It's your safeword, Gemma. If you need me to stop at any time for any reason, you say red. When you say it, everything stops immediately. Understood?"
"Yes," I whisper, licking my lips. "W-what if I don't want it to stop?"
He smiles at me. "Then don't use your safeword."
"No, I mean, what if I don't want everything to stop, but I don't like something?"
"You tell me you don't like it, and that part ends. You're in control here, Gemma."
"What if I just need a minute? Is there a word for that?"
"Yes. It's 'slow down, Bronx'," he says.
I scowl up at him, not finding him very funny.
"If you want a special word to tell me to slow the fuck down, I can give you one," he says, still smiling like he thinks I'm being cute or something. "But you can tell me to slow down, beautiful. You don't need a word to tell me that you need a minute or that I'm going too fast for you. We're not going to dive into this full speed ahead, all right? We're going to go slow. My job is to take care of you. Trust that your safety and your pleasure are my number one priority."
"A-are they?"
"Always," he growls, his eyes locked on mine.
I swallow audibly. He means it. Likereallymeans. I'm not sure why that catches me off guard considering that he's been completely focused on my pleasure and safety since we met, but for some reason, it still manages to surprise me.
I keep trying to convince myself that he can't possibly feel the same connection I do. I think I'm scared to admit that what's happening between us is every bit as real as I know it is. And yet…it is. I'm falling in love with Bronx. And I think he's falling for me too. But if I say it out loud, if I acknowledge it, part of me is terrified that it'll slip through my fingers and I'll lose the best thing that's ever happened to me.
I just found him. For the first time in my life, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I don't feel unheard with him, like my voicedoesn't matter. I don't feel like I'm fighting to be seen. He sees me, every single piece of me. And he accepts them just as they are. He acceptsme.
I'm safe with him in ways I've never been safe before. I never knew how freeing that would feel. With him, my feet haven't touched the ground.
He's everything I never knew I was supposed to ask for and more. What if I say it out loud and mess it all up? What if he disappears like a wisp of smoke? I'll never recover from that. Now that I know what it's like to be in his arms, I don't think I'll survive spending the rest of my life without them around me.
"Stop thinking, Dilemma." He kneels on the bed beside me, dragging his palm up my leg. "The only thing you need to think about right now is how good you feel. Nothing exists outside of this bed. It's just you and me, beautiful."
"Okay," I whisper, more than willing to follow this order.
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Oh, so now you decide to follow the rules, huh?"
