Page 38 of Until I Own You

I’ve looked at it before. Couldn’t help it.

I’ve always known it was big.

But no.

It’s huge.

I can’t help bending my body toward him, rubbing myself against him.

Seth’s cock. I’m rubbing myself against Seth’s cock.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do about this, Bridget?” he growls in my ear.

I don’t have an answer for him.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do when I know what you want, and I know I can give it to you, but I…” Seth trails off.

But I can’t.

And I know why he can’t. Why I can’t.

What if he could, though? What if we threw away convention and did? Just once. He could teach me. Break me in. Make me good for the Dom of my dreams.

Except I know the truth. If he gave me one inch of his power, I would try and take all of it. I would want to bask in it the rest of my life.

Which is why, as much as it breaks my heart, I have to stop. Now.

“It was a mistake,” I say in a soft voice.

I don’t mean it. None of it has been a mistake. None of it.

Seth’s grip loosens on me. We droop together, his hands still on my wrists as I draw them back to my sides.

“It’s just a mistake. I meant someone else. Or I…” It hurts to swallow. The tension in my jaw.

There’s no going back. There’s no going forward either.

Seth releases me and takes a step back. Without his touch, I feel naked, stripped of anything meaningful or true.

He rubs his chin, can’t look me in the eye.

I grab the doorknob and move so fast I’m close to flying, I can’t bear to hear him apologize. Can’t bear to know his regret when mine is so heavy.

I return to the ballroom as if I was never gone and fold myself into the throng of dancers doing the electric slide, bumping up against Sonia who grins at me in a champagne haze. “Having a good time?”

“Great!” I say without missing a beat.

We dance.

But all that’s on my mind is Seth.

Now that I’ve had one little taste, I know I will crave him every moment of every day.

For that, I regret everything.

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SETH

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