Page 96 of Wreck Me

Not just being the professional that he was, but because he’d seen much worse from me.

One particular time that came to mind was him barging into my playtime at Obscura when a threat had been made on my life and he’d needed to extract me, and the visual he’d been subjected to had consisted of me immersed in a particularly intense primal play scene with two male subs and a Domme.

“Yes, that will be all,” I confirmed.

With that, he gave Caleb a chin lift, then left my office, closing the door behind him.

I tossed Caleb a withering look as he walked to me by my desk. “You certainly gave Luke an eyeful.”

He grinned. “Do you think he liked what he saw?”

I growled and snagged his nape, jerking him to me.

He laughed and licked my jaw. “Aww, I love you too, Cas.”

I released him with a grunt and he hopped up onto my desk.

“You’re acting out because I left our bed,” I realized quickly.

“If you think referring to it as our bed is gonna take away the sting, think again.”

I reached out and stroked his soft blond hair. “What about the herbal tea I left for you?”

“That counts as aftercare for the brutal skull-fucking you subjected me to.”

“Which you relished. In fact, you came with barely any stimulation to your cock or ass.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “I do love it when you go full-on savage.”

“Happy to serve, lovely.” He turned into my touch, his cheek nuzzling against my palm. He was such a forthright—and oftentimes dangerous—man, so it made it all the more majestic when he turned into a puppy for me, so soft and loving. Sweet and unguarded. “I’m sorry I had to leave before you woke up. I’d planned to return quickly. Believe me, I didn’t want to extricate myself from your warmth.”

“I get that you have to check in, but—”

“It wasn’t about King.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“I dealt with Bastian’s unfortunate social media exposure though that misguided Luxe student.”

He breathed a heavy sigh. “Thank God, that shit was bothering him, big time. Even when he was fully shutdown, that was a trigger to him, being used like that.”

“Well, it’s gone now and it won’t resurface. In fact, it’s as if it never existed.”

He smiled, then frowned too quickly afterward, studying me. He reached out and fondled my shoulders. “You’re really tense. What else did you deal with? Sure, that thing with Bastian would piss you off, but it wouldn’t get this much of an intense reaction from you. What’s happened?”

Before I could respond, his gaze fell on the ring.

He pushed off my desk and came to me, grasping my wrist and studying it up close. “Jesus Christ, is this really it? Your father’s ring?”

“It is.”

His eyes shot wide, a mixture of awe and shock. “How? How is it here on your finger? After all this time?”

“Dante Mancini.”

And now it was out.

Well, it was going to be.

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