Page 90 of The Doll and The Domination

I nod. “It’s for the best.” Especially if we aren’t even allowed to hear it.

But he’s done talking tonight. With a soft sigh, he lies down, pulling Marilynn to his chest. I roll away, turning to my side to see Warrose staring at the rocky ceiling.

“We’re not talking about it,” I bite.

He chuffs. “Don’t flatter yourself. There’s nothing to talk about.”

Oof. I keep my features schooled as that sting stabs through my chest, making it hard to breathe. Confusion ripples through me, leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Nothing to talk about? I almost…we almost…in front of everyone.

“You’re right,” I agree. But the rejection swells in my throat. How could he think that? I’ve never been more turned on in my life. His soft touch in my hair did more for me than the three times I actually had sex.

“Good.”

I clench my teeth together.

A thought crosses my mind. I’m the one that taught Skylenna the art of flirting, right? Shouldn’t I be able to test if he means what he says?

“We won’t talk about it ever,” I add.

“Fine.”

“About how I got on my knees for you,” I say slowly, leveling my eyes at his silhouette.

He hesitates. “Right.”

“Or how I ran my palm up the shaft of your cock.”

His entire body stiffens. Those lips part, then close, then part again. No words come out.

“Or about what would have happened if Dessin didn’t stop us…”

He glances at me from the corner of his eyes. “What would have happened?”

Okay, here goes nothing. Brace yourself, War-Man.

“You would have pulled your hard length out, and I would have held it in my small hands.” I pinch my thighs together at the thought. Hell, I’m turning myself on.

His breath hitches.

“Or how I would have stuck my tongue out so you could tap your tip against it.”

Warrose drops his head against the ground, pinching the bridge of his nose. The muscles in his arms tighten as he lets out a faint growl. “Christ.”

“Good night, Warrose.”

I grin in victory as I roll over, coming face to face with a wide-awake golden boy. Niles meets my eyes. He’s beaming. Cheeks pinks. Eyes round.

“I’m one proud papa, Ruthie!”

19. Targeting The Weak

Marilynn

The rancid steam of sausage and pus-colored grease coming off the breakfast makes me vomit in front of everyone.

Niles pats my back as I get it all out. Too many people sitting at nearby tables stop their loud conversation, watching me get sick.

“You shouldn’t have hurt yourself last night,” Skylenna comments.

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