Page 79 of Root

A master.

A connoisseur.

Glorious.

I could come, and come hard, just from his mouth on mine.

“Rush?”

Everything slams down hard.

The cool, dark tones of Nikolai, ones that have no room for affection, or seem to, wash over us. Slam against me.

I’d think he was completely invulnerable if I hadn’t heard him and Rose in their sex games before they moved.

Because even coated in nasty sex and defilement, that special brand of domination I admire, I heard that other cadence, the warm one, the secret one. Just for her.

I grip the bench to stop the shaking.

That’s how Rush kisses. Not the domination, though he does like to dominate the way I do, but the warm, secret layers. He kisses with those.

Fuck, it’s a wonder girls aren’t camped outside.

And I’ll stab any one of them if they ever come near him. He’s—

I stop.

What?

Mine?

Hardly.

“I’m busy, dude.” He turns to his cousin who’s behind me. Then he gives a sheepish look. “Nikolai.”

“So I see. My office, now.”

Rush squeezes my thigh. “We’re not done. Wait here.”

When he goes, I push off the counter and pick up his bowl from the floor when the scent of morning roses surrounds me.

Red shoes appear and I look up. Rose is stunning in her fitted dress of red flowing silk, her dark hair in long waves down her back, secured by a black, glittery comb.

And around her slender throat…

Oh boy.

I know a collar of ownership when I see one, but I’ve never seen one so gorgeous, slender, and deceptively simple. I’m betting it matches her comb.

What would Rush look like with one around his throat? Not all girly, but in black leather and silver? No, he’d never let me collar him like that.

Maybe something on his wrist, like a more Rush version of a punk wrist collar—

Or something on me? I’d want leather, silk, silver. Something thick, tight around my throat and—

What the actual fuck am I thinking?

My hand starts to shake.

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