Page 52 of Mastered By Lust

Leah

The tension is thick as Gage and I ride the elevator up to the penthouse.

I stand close to him, my body loose and tired from everything we did at Low Vice. My face warms as I remember how I lay across Dmitri’s lap while he spanked me. They both talked about how wet I was, how desperate.

They were so right.

But after, saying goodbye to Dmitri was bittersweet. He seemed sad.

“Are you sorry we did this?” I asked Dmitri as the three of us left the club.

“Not at all.” He kissed my forehead before shooting a glance at Gage, as if wondering whether Gage would challenge something as innocent as a forehead kiss. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”

I’m lost in thoughts of that bittersweet farewell when Gage reaches out and pushes the button to stop the elevator.

I grab his arm, alarmed. “What?—”

“Tell me now.” He crowds me against the wood-paneled wall. The gilt railing digs into my lower back. “Tell me now that you’re completely okay with everything we did tonight in Low Vice.”

“I—I am,” I say. “Are you?”

He nods and buries his face against my neck. “Very okay.”

His cock is hard against my thigh, hot and branding. Squirming, I wish there were no clothes between us.

“Is your sweet cunt hungry for more, little girl?” He reaches beneath my dress. His breath tickles my ear, drawing chills from my body.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Without warning, he pulls aside my underwear and thrusts a finger inside me.

“Gage,” I gasp. “Someone could catch us.”

“Trust me.” He moves his finger out slightly and adds another. “Ask me why I’m okay with you and Dmitri having sex.”

My brain is short-circuiting. Words have no meaning. It’s like someone scrambled the pages of my favorite books and turned them into confetti.

“Ask me,” he repeats.

“Why are you okay with it?”

“Because the two of you”—he pumps his fingers—“are already linked together.”

He thrusts in and out. I moan, clinging to his shoulders. My legs are unsteady, but he’s here, supporting me between himself and the elevator wall.

“Neither of you seems ready to admit it or do anything about it.” He uses his thumb to rub my clit. I’m extra sensitive after the orgasms at the club. “If I try to come between you? It won’t work out for any of us.”

I’m only half-listening, carried away by the pleasure he’s giving.

“Whether Dmitri wants to admit it or not, half your heart belongs to him.” With his free hand, Gage tilts my face so I’m looking at him. Behind his glasses, his eyes are deep brown, penetrating. “Tell me I’m wrong, baby girl.”

I can’t. I can’t even shake my head to argue.

He kisses me. Hard, fierce. “Since he has one half, I hope someday in the future you’ll trust me with the other.”

Another kiss, then he crooks his fingers inside me. I am tears, laughter, pain, pleasure. Held in his arms, I am everything.

And what I don’t say out loud is that I’ve already given him the other half of my heart.

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