Page 79 of The Club

He steps close. He crouches and frees my ankles. As he straightens, his clean hand goes to the restraints on my wrists while his lubed hand goes to my cock. I moan as he strokes me. I feel split open. I have no defenses and no filter. I just let him see and hear how much I need him.

When I’m free, I fall into him. He tries to get me walking. I think he wants me to get in the bed, but I can’t make it. As I go down, he eases my fall. He gets me in position. He sets his cock to my hole and thrusts inside.

I make the dirtiest, most desperate sounds as he fucks me. I come so hard that I thrash and spasm as my cock spurts under me, untouched. I sob through the orgasm—and he keeps fucking me.

I moan and curse as my cock stiffens at the relentless pounding. I scream when I come again—and he still doesn’t quit.

I’m in another place entirely. I’m both inside and outside of myself.

He thrusts harder and faster into me. I don’t think I can come again, but when his hips snap forward, when he shouts and his cocks kicks hard inside me, filling me with his hot seed, something happens. My body tightens and convulses. My cock throbs. I strain and scream and unravel entirely.

As I gasp and shudder and sob, Dominic pets me. He holds me. He kisses me.

I want to stay with him, but I can’t. I’m falling away.

I’m gone.

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I wake in the play room bed, entwined with Dominic. I’m warm. I’m clean. I’m quieter and more settled than I’ve felt in a long time.

Realizing I’m awake, Dominic starts stroking my hair. He whispers against me, “Don’t keep shit like this from me.”

I just lie there in the warmth of him, not ready to return to the world. Not ready to think.

His fingers tighten in my hair. “Promise me.”

I tuck my face against his neck. “I promise.”

His grip eases. He strokes again.

“Sleep,” he says, and I do.

TWENTY-FOUR

Dominic

I said I can do this, and I will, but fuck, fuck, fuck, I hate it. I don’t know if having Rocco with me makes it better or worse. It’s necessary in either case. I have to make the right impression, so he’s driving me and he’ll come in with me.

I see his eyes in the rearview mirror, but there’s nothing for him to look at. I haven’t moved since I got in the car.

I want to text Rafael, but I have to stay focused. I have to stay in character.

He’s at my place right now, and he will remain there until this shit is over. I didn’t tell him that, but he probably figured it out based on how much I made him pack. Clothes. Toiletries. His laptop for any work he needs to do.

After I show my face at the pizzeria, I’ll likely be under surveillance. I won’t be able to go back to Lush. Which means Rafael needs to be at my place—because I need him under my control.

Because I don’t trust him completely.

Because I still can’t shake the fear of having seen that gun at his head.

Because I can’t stand the thought of being apart from him.

Something shifted between us today. Shifted into place.

My head is kind of fucked up about it. But my gut? My … heart? I’ve never been so sure of anything.

He’s mine. Forever.

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