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His Games, Her Rules Fifty Three
My mission, during this breakfast meeting with his family, is to get my revenge on Dominique for leaving me sexually frustrated. Earlier when I was taking my bath, I had touched myself to get the edge off while I shamelessly imagined Dominique touching me in the places where I desperately craved his attention.Adding a final touch to my lipstick, I stand up and walk toward the full-length mirror by the built-in wardrobe. I stare at my reflection, pleased by my look. I’m wearing a spaghetti-strap burgundy jumpsuit with a draped collar, with a lace-up backless design. It’s body-hugging, accentuating my curves, my butt, and even my thighs. My feet are covered in 4-inch clear stilettos.I look sexy. Dominique said to look hot and I didn’t have to try because every piece of clothing inside the wardrobe is sexy. Handpicked by a woman who knows what to wear to seduce a man and with this outfit, Dominique would not be able to peel his eyes off of me. Wearing a Tom Ford unisex perfume to finis
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Four
I turn to look at Dominique who still has a strain on his face as he stares at nothing. His body is here but his mind is not here. I place my hand on his thigh and squeeze. Dominique looks down at my hand on his thigh as he turns to look at me. I give him an assuring smile and he smiles in return. Slowly, I feel his rigid muscles start to relax underneath my touch as he lets out a sigh.“Sorry, I’m late.” A baritone voice says as we turn toward the source of the voice.A man dressed in a black well-tailored suit appears from nowhere as he leans down to kiss Camilla on the cheek. He stands upright and turns to look at us.“Hello, everyone.”“Hi, Lorenzo.” A few voices echo around me as Lorenzo sits down next to Aimee and directly opposite me.He locks eyes with me for a long minute as a playful smirk plays on his lips. Damn, he’s fine. He has dark golden skin, jet black hair, a pointed long nose, a toned and well-defined body, a defined jawline, and piercing dark brown eyes. He’s the s
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Five
Something is happening to me.Something strange, and I don’t like it.I have never felt an emotion called jealousy before and right now, that’s what I’m feeling. Jealousy. I’m at Oceanside and Suites private beach, dressed in a one-piece white beach wear that brings out my curves and accentuates my breasts.I came out here to escape this strange feeling of jealousy that I’m feeling right now all because I found out Aimee and Dominique have slept with each other before and Aimee is just throwing it at my face to make me mad and she’s succeeding. With sunglasses on, I turn toward a familiar high-pitched giggle as I burn holes into her skin with my eyes. Aimee is talking with Dominique, her hands all over his body and he seems to be enjoying it.“You know you’re torturing yourself, right?” A deep voice says beside me as I whip my head around, locking eyes with a pair of brown eyes that belong to Lorenzo.He’s sitting on the sun lounger next to mine as he pushes his sunglasses into his h
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Six
“I get angry when other men look at you, Robyn. I should be the only one who gets to look at you and admire how beautiful you are.”Shit. I’m speechless for the millionth time since I met him. He’s rendered me speechless.“There you are!” A familiar voice calls, breaking me from Dominique’s spell.I don’t know who they are but I’m glad they came right when I needed them. I needed an escape out of this awkward situation before I did something stupid and God answered my prayers.I turn away from Dominique’s compelling gaze to find Camilla standing in front of me, Aimee by her side. I notice Aimee’s attention on Dominique and I have this urge to punch her in the gut.“Hey, Dom.” Camilla greets her brother.“Hey,” Dominique says to her. I notice he has his eyes on me even when he answers Camilla’s greetings. Heat rushes to my face and butterflies jubilate in my stomach.Things this man does to me. They are things I don’t understand, yet I love every bit of it.“Hey, Camilla,” I say.“Do y
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Seven
I knew sooner or later, that my past is going to catch up with me and they are going to find me, but not this soon. The minute I heard her voice, I ended the call and blocked the number. Knowing I may not be safe outside and they could be watching me, I hurry back into the club and book a ride. I return to the bar and order more alcohol shots even though I’m a hundred percent sure my body can’t handle more alcohol. I have to. I need to. My hands are clammy and the hairs on my back are all standing out. I’m paranoid, scared, and angry. How did she get my number? Who gave her my number? I’ve been careful, there was no way they’d found me this sooner, maybe a few years from now and not today. Have they been watching me and I didn’t know? How did she even get my number? I throw my head back and gulp two shots at the same time. I scrunch my face when the liquid burns my throat. My head is pounding already and I’m more agitated than I was earlier. I grab the third shot but a hand sho
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Eight
My head hurts. My eyelids are heavy and my entire body aches. Slowly, I peel my eyes open, groaning when a ray of sunlight attacks my eyelids. Shit. Why’s it so bright? I push the comforter off my body as I fling my legs off the bed. I rub my eyelids with both palms as I glance around the familiar bedroom. “God, why the fuck does my head hurt?” I mutter to myself. And why the hell does my voice sound so hoarse? My head is foggy and memories of last night are a blur. I remember going to a club with Camilla and her bridesmaids. I remember having a chat with Aimee for being a complete bitch like always and stepping outside for air only to get a call. Shit. That call really did happen, huh? I thought it was a bad dream. I thought I was going to wake up this morning and everything will be fine. But, no. She really did call me. I may not have let her finish her sentence, but her tone and the greeting had an underlying message to it. They’ve found me and my perfectly crafted wal
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Nine
“Dom,” I manage to find my voice.He’s too close. Too fucking close and with the way he’s oozing off sex appeal, I don’t think I have any self-control left in me.His hand is wrapped around my neck, and he’s careful not to press down on my throat.“Yes, babe,” he whispers against my lips, his lips gently brushing against mine.What are we doing?One minute ago he was helping me bring down coffee powder and sugar from the top cabinet, and now he’s pressing me against the sink with his body pressed against mine.And why does this feel so good and so right?I hate to think our body fits perfectly against each other like they’re made for each other. He’s swept me off my feet and this new feeling is overwhelming, overpowering, yet so wrong, but right.“There you are,” a familiar voice says, breaking us from this little spell we found ourselves. Dominique clears his throat as he shifts back as we turn toward the source of the voice.Oliver is standing in the kitchen, a knowing smirk on his
His Games, Her Rules Sixty
DOMINIQUE “Lay back, spread those pretty legs of yours, and touch yourself,” I command her, and just like that, her breath hitches in her throat.As much as Robyn likes to be in control in and out of the bedroom, she also likes to be controlled in bed, to be dominated. I’ve seen that side of her, and to my surprise, she hasn’t been trying to hide it from me. This kinky side of her that loves to surrender and submit her body to a man she thinks is worthy enough provokes the Alpha male in me. The memory of the night I dared her to touch herself in that restaurant is still fresh in my mind and I don’t want to forget. The night in that restaurant, Robyn had opened the door to a side of her and she had given me a glimpse of what sexually aroused her and what got her on the edge. She likes it dirty.She likes challenges, she enjoys being given commands in bed, and she’s a very obedient sub when she wants to be. And right now, lying on the bed directly opposite me, I can see the fire in her
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His Games, Her Rules Sixty Six
DOMINIQUEI can’t sleep. I can’t fucking focus either. Robyn sleeps in my arms, snoring gently as I watch her. God, she’s beautiful.And as feisty and hotheaded as she is, right now as she sleeps in my arms with her arm around me and her thigh between my legs, she looks peaceful and calm.So perfect and beautiful.Fuck my life.I groan silently as I avert my gaze to the ceiling. Robyn whimpers in her sleep as she snuggles closer into me, rubbing her breasts against my chest. We’re both naked, with the duvet shielding our nakedness. I’m slowly getting hard and it’s even harder to focus with Robyn naked and in bed with me and with dirty thoughts rampaging through my brain.I have to get out of here before I fuck her awake.I can’t help but think about what transpired between us a few hours ago. It’s all I can think about as I watch her sleep. Her cries, her moans, her warmth, and how fucking good she felt when I was inside her.God, what’s she doing to me?I slip out of bed without wak
His Games, Her Rules Sixty Five
“You know there’s no going back after this, right?” He asks, his feral desires glinting in his blue eyes as he stares at me.“Yes,”“Hmm,” a guttural sound escapes his throat as he steps between my legs, with my feet planted on the edge of the counter.“Mine.” Dominique groans, his palm cupping my right breast as he fondles it. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, his breath fanning my ear as I melt into his touch.“Yours. Every part of me.”He grunts, his knuckles grazing my firm nipple as he takes my breast in his hand, kneading it. “Tell me what you want, babe.”My breasts are heavy with need, aching for his touch. Dominique fondles my breast as he twists my nipple in between his forefinger and thumb.“Tell me what you want.” He groans against my lips, as he brushes his lips with mine.I wrap my arms around his waist, sliding my hands upward as I run my fingers up his toned torso. His skin is hot, mirroring my hot skin. I pull him close, as I slowly slide my palm down, past his outl
His Games, Her Rules Sixty Four
I lead Dominique toward the kitchen the minute we step inside the living room of our hotel suite. I gently push him onto the barstool by the kitchen counter as he sits down. I look through the fridge as I pull out a packet of ice. I stand in front of him, making sure we are not too close and I hold his arm and place it on the counter. Dominique watches me intently as I place the pack of ice on his slightly bruised knuckle. He’s tense. The kitchen is quiet and the only sound I can hear is the sound of our breathing. I shift my gaze from the ice pack on his hand as I fix my gaze on Dominique who’s still staring at me. He exhales and licks his bottom lip. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that. Lorenzo’s got that coming for a while.” I flash him a small smile, a small reassurance. “It’s okay. I think it was hot.” Dominique raises his eyebrows, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Huh.” “Although you didn’t have to. I can handle myself. And Lorenzo is not a threat to you.” “I
His Games, Her Rules Sixty Three
“Dom, you got a minute?” A familiar voice says as we pull apart. Dominique and I turn toward the source of the voice to find Oliver standing in front of us, his hands in his pockets with a serious look on his face. He turns toward me, flashing me a small smile. “Hey, Robyn. You look good.” I give him a small smile. “Thank you, Oliver.” “Can we talk? It’s important.” Oliver says to Dominique. Dominique exhales as he looks at me. I give him a small nod and a tilt of my head toward Oliver, signaling to him that I can handle myself. Dominique leans down to peck my cheeks and every functioning cell in my brain explodes. “Don’t miss me too much, yeah?” He says as he pulls back to look at me, a small smirk playing on his beautiful, full lips. I blush, hating every cell in my body for reacting that way to a peck. “Yeah.” Dominique turns towards Oliver as I watch them walk toward a corner and disappear through the main entrance to the rooftop. I wonder what’s got Oliver all
His Games, Her Rules Sixty Two
“Robyn Denver. The one and only,” A tall man, dressed in a fine, two-piece suit takes my hand in his as he brings my hand to his lips and plants a kiss on the back of my palm. “I have heard so much about you.” “Oh, really?” I ask, a small smile on my lips as I sneak a peak at Dominique by my side, his arm around my waist to keep me by his side. “William Gray. Dominique’s father.” The man says as he lets go of my hand. “It’s nice to meet you,” I tell him. “It’s nice to meet you too. I have heard so much about you, and you, my dear, are very exquisite.” I smile, as I briefly glance at the Cuban woman by his side. She looks to be in her mid or late thirties. Probably his wife, with the way she’s holding onto him. “You don’t look bad yourself, William.” And that’s true. Good looks run in their family, I guess. For a man who has three grown-up children, he’s very fit and good-looking. “Ah, don’t flatter an old man.” William chuckles as he smiles at me. “Meet my wife Maria.”
His Games, Her Rules Sixty One
You know that feeling when you feel like you don’t have control, where everything is beyond your grasp, and no matter how much you hate losing control, everything just feels right? Like it’s okay to just let go and lose control if that means losing it to the one man who makes your heart beat.That’s how I feel whenever I’m around Dominique Gray. And there are times he’s not in the same room as me, but he’s all I could think about. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t know what to do with this new feeling and fuck it if it’s not overwhelming.I know I shouldn’t let anyone so close to me, because I’m running away from my past that’s threatening to consume my new life, but Dominique Gray doesn’t need permission. He holds the keys to my heart, and the right buttons to press to have my heart slamming hard against my chest.I may have dated a few guys and even though the relationships were casual and not romantic, I have never felt this way with anyone before. The adrenaline rush,
His Games, Her Rules Sixty
DOMINIQUE “Lay back, spread those pretty legs of yours, and touch yourself,” I command her, and just like that, her breath hitches in her throat.As much as Robyn likes to be in control in and out of the bedroom, she also likes to be controlled in bed, to be dominated. I’ve seen that side of her, and to my surprise, she hasn’t been trying to hide it from me. This kinky side of her that loves to surrender and submit her body to a man she thinks is worthy enough provokes the Alpha male in me. The memory of the night I dared her to touch herself in that restaurant is still fresh in my mind and I don’t want to forget. The night in that restaurant, Robyn had opened the door to a side of her and she had given me a glimpse of what sexually aroused her and what got her on the edge. She likes it dirty.She likes challenges, she enjoys being given commands in bed, and she’s a very obedient sub when she wants to be. And right now, lying on the bed directly opposite me, I can see the fire in her
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Nine
“Dom,” I manage to find my voice.He’s too close. Too fucking close and with the way he’s oozing off sex appeal, I don’t think I have any self-control left in me.His hand is wrapped around my neck, and he’s careful not to press down on my throat.“Yes, babe,” he whispers against my lips, his lips gently brushing against mine.What are we doing?One minute ago he was helping me bring down coffee powder and sugar from the top cabinet, and now he’s pressing me against the sink with his body pressed against mine.And why does this feel so good and so right?I hate to think our body fits perfectly against each other like they’re made for each other. He’s swept me off my feet and this new feeling is overwhelming, overpowering, yet so wrong, but right.“There you are,” a familiar voice says, breaking us from this little spell we found ourselves. Dominique clears his throat as he shifts back as we turn toward the source of the voice.Oliver is standing in the kitchen, a knowing smirk on his
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Eight
My head hurts. My eyelids are heavy and my entire body aches. Slowly, I peel my eyes open, groaning when a ray of sunlight attacks my eyelids. Shit. Why’s it so bright? I push the comforter off my body as I fling my legs off the bed. I rub my eyelids with both palms as I glance around the familiar bedroom. “God, why the fuck does my head hurt?” I mutter to myself. And why the hell does my voice sound so hoarse? My head is foggy and memories of last night are a blur. I remember going to a club with Camilla and her bridesmaids. I remember having a chat with Aimee for being a complete bitch like always and stepping outside for air only to get a call. Shit. That call really did happen, huh? I thought it was a bad dream. I thought I was going to wake up this morning and everything will be fine. But, no. She really did call me. I may not have let her finish her sentence, but her tone and the greeting had an underlying message to it. They’ve found me and my perfectly crafted wal
