Page 133 of Pucking Obsessed

“Heine?” I couldn’t keep the disgust out of my voice. “The fuckingimp? You called himhandsome.”

To my relief, a ghost of a smile flashed across D’Angelo’s face. “Jealous, hmm? I thought you said that I shouldn’t have any shame?”

Disgruntled, I lifted my hand away. “Unless you’re about to tell me that the slimy billionaire CEO, who has no idea of boundaries, was once your sub…” I trailed off at the cornered look in D’Angelo’s eyes. “Shit, hedidsub for you.”

D’Angelo tapped his watch three times. “I may have a type.”

“Brats?” I asked, nervously.

“Blonds.”

Noah, Heine, andme.

Yeah, D’Angelo did.

Why was my stomach tied in knots? Was all of this Heine’s twisted attempts to win D’Angelo back?

Expensive cuff links from D’Angelo’s favorite store and a Rolex, clothes for a party, and champagne…

No wonder Heine knew D’Angelo so well.

What was their history? Heine was a bloody billionaire. I hated to admit that the bloke was gorgeous.

How could I compete against a man like him?

Yet why was Heine treating a dom like this?Unless Heine was into financial domination.

Satisfaction curled through me that Heine only knew D’Angelo on a surface, materialistic level. He thought that he could buy him.

But I knew my dom on a soul deep level.

D’Angelo wouldn’t abandon me for an upgrade.

Right?

Robyn looked startled. “I don’t understand. Heine owns our club. He’s trying to get you kicked out.”

“He’s playing a game,” D’Angelo replied. “He wants to control me. He always has. I won’t let him.”

“Control?” I tilted my head. “Isn’t he a sub?”

D’Angelo snorted. “He claims to be but he isn’t really. I wish I’d known that before I played with him. He’s like many wealthy men who don’t submit. Instead, they’re entitled. They act as if their doms are paid professionals who are only there to play out their fantasies. He treats doms like kink service dispensers. Subs like him are dangerous.”

“Why did you play with him then?” Robyn demanded.

“I didn’t know.” D’Angelo was pale and shaky. “Charles is banned or blacklisted from most BDSM events and clubs in America now. He becomes fixated on doms like he is with me. We’re talking about four years ago, however, when I was newer on the scene. I allowed my protective instincts to sway me.”

“Protective?”

“Charles’ Dad abused him. Probably still does. I’d see Charles in clubs, looking young and beautiful. Yet his cornflower blue eyes would be swollen shut, while his arms would be mottled with bruises. I thought that he had a shitty dom and was determined to help him. Eventually, I found out that it was actually his dad who was hurting him. His dad is a monster. I didn’t understand at the time how much of a monster Charles was as well. He used my need to protect him to manipulate me.”

I was wrong. D’Angelo didn’t want Heine.

Heine wasn’t a rival. He was an abuser, just as Blythe was to me.

I shook, reaching to entangle my fingers with D’Angelo’s. Robyn nudged her thigh to touch mine like she knew that I needed the grounding.

Doms could be abused by a sub. Except, people didn’t talk about that side of things.

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