Page 76 of The Club

“Well, it’s not separate. Maybe you still don’t get this, Rafael, but you are mine. Sothis? You and me? Nothing,nothingis separate from it.”

A breath catches. No one has ever claimed me like Dominic did today, like he’s doing right now. I’m always disposable. A pretty toy. Even the Collector didn’t keep me. When I turned thirteen, he said it was time to place me because I was getting too old.

As for Noah? He took me in because I kept running to him. I didn’t give him much choice.

None of that ever felt like someone choosing me.

I feel so fucking pathetic right now, so desperate and overwhelmed and close to crying, that instead of turning to Dominic, I get up.

I move fast, so I make it all the way to the bar before Dominic catches up with me. He grabs me around the middle. I expect him to slam me down on the bar, but he doesn’t. He keeps one arm hooked around my waist. His other arm wraps around me too, his hand sliding up my chest until his fingers curl lightly around my throat.

It’s so fucking possessive—and that’sbeforehis teeth clamp on my trap.

I shudder. Because I’m shaken. Because I love how he touches me. Because I need him to prove what he said.

You are mine.

Dominic doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He just holds onto me as my body reacts to him. He’s not touching my cock, but I’m sure he can tell I’m getting hard from the micro shudders wracking my body, from the quickening of my pulse and the shallowing of my breath. From the way I start pushing back against him.

He still doesn’t move as his cock stiffens against my ass. I want him to grind on me, but he doesn’t. I want him to bend me down against the bar and fuck me.

Prove it, I beg silently.

“Please,” I whisper.

Dominic’s fingers flex around my neck. “We’re going upstairs. But we’re going to set a ground rule first.”

“I don’t want rules. I fucking hate that.” When I try to twist in his hold, annoyed, he bites me, hard.

I cry out at the conflicting spikes of pain and arousal.

“It’s for you,” he growls in my ear, “not me. It’s just one rule, and it’s very simple, and it’s only for this session.”

Session.

He’s going to fuck me. Thank god.

“Agree to it,” he demands.

“What is it?”

“Agree to it, then I’ll tell you.”

He presses his lips behind my ear and settles in, waiting for my acceptance, for my submission. My body shivers and rocks with its need for him. There’s really no choice.

“Okay,” I say. “Yes. I agree.”

He lets out a pleased rumble behind my ear that sends a wave of arousal through me. Fuck, I need—

I sigh in relief when his hand slides down to grip my cock through my jeans.

“So what’s the—ahhhh, fuuuck.” My head falls back against his shoulder as his thumb rubs my cockhead through the heavy cloth.

“I’ll tell you in the elevator. Come on.”

When he pulls away, I make a sound of protest, then he takes my hand and leads me through the club to the elevator. Inside it, Dominic pulls me into him, front to front. His palms the back of my head, forcing my face against his neck.

“You’re not going to fight me, not this time. That’s the rule. You’re going to do what I say.”

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