There’s commotion around you. Suit and Soldier argue with each other. Is that the sound of a bone snapping?
You ignore them. You dab your napkin against the edge of your book and turn the page, reading:
I stood in front of him.
My brother-in-law. My best friend.
My Master.
“I love—”
“Don’t,” he said. He grabbed my face. His thumb pressed into my bottom lip. His rough touch left a dimple in the soft flesh. My words fizzled up and died on my tongue. His dark eyes locked on mine. “Don’t tell me,” he said. “Show me.” He grabbed my hair and pulled my body flush against his. His breath was hot in my ear when he growled: “Show me what’s mine.”
With trembling hands, I lifted my dress. He fit his hand between my legs as though it belonged there. I parted my legs. It did belong.
“Is this is all for me?” His breath kissed my cheek. He kneaded his fingers between my legs and my head fell back.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yours.”
Could a woman get addicted to a pair of hands?
I know I was.
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