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His Games, Her Rules Forty Three
DOMINIQUE“What proposition?”“A no-strings-attached relationship.”“Come on, Dom. Have you seen her? You of all people should know she would never agree to that. She’s a one-man kind of woman. The type who would only agree to fuck you because she likes you, have feelings for you or loves you. Robyn doesn’t seem to feel that way toward you.” Oliver says as he shifts in his seat. “I’ve seen her eyes, Ollie. She wants me.”“Maybe not the same way that you want her.”“For fuck’s sake. Sex used to be simple.”“Yeah, well, then you met Robyn. Everything seems difficult and strange.” Oliver says. “You should ask her out. Like a date. And maybe you should ask her what she really wants. She probably thinks you want to use her for sex and then get rid of her when the newest best thing comes along.”I open my mouth to argue about Oliver’s claims but instead, I clamp my mouth shut. I’ve never offered a no-strings-attached relationship to any woman before. The women that I brought home, I don’t
His Games, Her Rules Forty Four
“Okay, so let me get this straight. You are sexually attracted to Dominique, and even though you’re not gonna admit it out loud, you like Dominique. And you enjoyed the sex you both had, but yet you don’t want to agree to a deal where you’re gonna have the best sex of your life without any form of commitment?” Monique stops to wander around the living room as she turns to look at me. “Tell me the truth, Robyn, what’s the color of your problem?”I feign innocence as I shrug my shoulder. “White?”Monique looks at me, her mouth slightly open as she throws her hands in the air.“I think it’s blue,” I say, grinning at my friend.“You’re fucking annoying, you know that, right?”I roll my eyes and pick up the TV remote to resume my serial killer documentary on Netflix. Monique snatches the remote from my hand and glares at me.“Seriously, Robyn. What the fuck? Why are you turning down something as sexy as this? We’re talking about Dominique Gray. Good sex and no commitment. Every girl would
His Games, Her Rules Forty Five
For the next twenty minutes, I can barely concentrate because I left Ross out there.“Do you think he’s still there?” I ask.“You could check.”I sigh and stand up as I walk to the front door. Yanking the door open, I hope Ross has left after waiting for too long, but that hope crashes at the sight before me. Ross is standing there, the bouquet of lilies in his hand as he stares at me.Oh, boy. I hope Dominique is paying him well because this is completely absurd.“Why are you still here?”“I told you why, Ma’am. I can’t go back to my boss without getting a yes from you.”“Right.” I sigh as I cross my arms. “And where’s your boss?”“In his office.”“Okay. Give me a minute.” I turn around and unlock the door as I step inside, shutting the door behind me with a groan.“What’s up?” Monique asks when I reach the living room.“I’m left with no choice but to go to Dominique myself.”“Oh, boy. I like that choice,” she grins as she wiggles her eyebrows. “Do you want me to help you pick out a
His Games, Her Rules Forty Six
Automatically, the door shuts behind me as I pause on my track. Dominique sits on a leather chair behind a large desk.Leonardo Gray sits on the opposite chair as he swivels around to look at me. Two pairs of blue eyes watch me and one of them holds so much intensity as I gulp, shifting my eyes to the large floor-to-ceiling window just to avoid the rush of heat Dominique’s intense gaze gives me.Suddenly, Leo stands up as he says something to his brother that I can’t comprehend. I turn in time to see Leo walking toward me as he stops to give me a once over with a big smile on his face.“Robyn. It’s always nice to meet you.” He stretches his hand to me and I take it.“Likewise.” I return the smile. Slowly, Leo lifts my hand to his lips and plasters a soft peck on the back of my palm.He drops my hand as he sidesteps me and walks out of the office. The minute I hear the mechanic door shut behind me, my senses heighten. Suddenly, there’s not enough oxygen and I can’t breathe. I can hear
His Games, Her Rules Forty Seven
I can’t believe I’m doing this.And why the hell did I even think I could avoid this? He’s Dominique Gray. He always gets what he wants. One look at his ocean-blue eyes and I was ready to do anything he asked of me. That is how well he commands my body.I can’t fight this. I can’t win this. Whatever games we are playing, I don’t think I’m ever going to win. I may have won the first time, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to win again.I stare at my reflection through the mirror on my dresser as I apply lipstick on my lips. Monique is going through my closet looking for the perfect dress for me. She squealed like the one who was going on a date when I told her I said yes. Her first words were, “I knew you were going to say yes. There was no guarantee you could resist that long.”I cover the lipstick as I smack my lips together. My hair is done, all thanks to Monique, and I look good. I didn’t want to overdo it, but the minute Monique took over to prepare me for this date, she made it a
His Games, Her Rules Forty Eight
The hostess receives us by the door with a big smile on her pale face. She recognizes Dominique before he can introduce himself.“Your table is right this way, Sir.” She leads us down to the corner of the restaurant that’s a little secluded from the rest of the restaurant.The tables here are few, with one couple already occupying the table at the far end. The hostess pushes a door open and steps through. Dominique leads me through, with his hand on my lower back. His palm on my back sends tingles to my feet and my heartbeat accelerates.“Where’s she taking us?”“To our table,” Dominique replies as he looks down at me, with an unfamiliar glint in his eyes.We climb through a flight of stairs as the hostess opens a door and the evening breeze hits my face. We’re on the rooftop where there are at least five beautiful tents. Underneath the tents are two white chairs and a table with a tablecloth over the tables. There is warm lighting hanging off the tents, with candles on the table.In
His Games, Her Rules Forty Nine
“I’m sorry?” I ask, not believing he just dared me to touch myself right here, with him sitting in front of me and in public. He must be joking.“I said I want you to touch yourself, Robyn, right here and now. And don’t hold back your moans, I want to listen to how you feel when you pleasure yourself. And you have less than three minutes to cum.”This is a joke, right? I stare at his blue eyes for any proof of whether he's joking or not, but there is none. He’s actually not joking.“What if I fake an orgasm?”“I’ll know. You will show me proof.”“You can’t be serious, Dominique, I could get caught.”“Then try not to get caught. Or you could always back down.”“And let you win?”“Then this will be an easy fit for you then.” Dominique smirks at me.Nobody knows this but I get turned on by the idea of getting caught when I’m doing something erotic in a public place. As much as this is crazy, the idea of getting caught is like my personal stimulant. I could actually have sex in a public b
His Games, Her Rules Fifty
I hate flying. Always have and always will.I stare out the window at the cloud just to avoid Dominique’s burning gaze that’s fixed on me. We’re in Dominique’s private jet which is called “The Gray Bird” for some reason and we’ve been flying for ten minutes and yet it feels like it’s been ten hours.The jet is a luxurious aircraft and even the interior screams class. The inside is a nude color and it compliments the exterior. I was awed the minute I climbed up the stairs and entered the jet. Then when I sat down, reality dawned on me. I was really on an aircraft traveling to Santa Monica with Dominique and I’m going to be his pretend girlfriend.Fuck my life.“Are you gonna be done any minute?” I ask as I turn away from the window to glare at Dominique who seems to be enjoying himself from the discomfort he's causing me by continuously staring at me.“With what?”I scoff. “Don’t play smart. You know what I mean.”Dominique smirks as he licks his bottom lip. “Care to tell me why you ch
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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
