Page 173 of Pucking Obsessed

I snatch up the whip and hurl it across the playroom. It slams against the far wall.

D’Angelo takes a deep breath like he’s calming down with an effort.

I itch to turn him around and inspect his back. But I know that right now, he’d hate that.

I would.

How is he going to play in the game tomorrow? Win?

But then, I’ve played through injury before. Shay has been playing on a sprained ankle.

Colton doesn’t believe that these men are dedicated.

He has no fucking idea.

Heine cringes. “Keep your crazy bodyguard away from me.”

“Actually, he’s my PA.” I love how proud D’Angelo sounds. “He’s highly efficient.”

I glow. “I’ll always find you. Keep you safe.”

D’Angelo looks taken aback, before his lips curl into a smile. “Thank you. Please tell me that you found Robyn and Shay first.”

“Heine didn’t take them. They were still at Rebel House. He just left them there.”

“You asshole.” D’Angelo begins to shake, glaring at Heine. “You never had them.”

Heine shrugs. “Why would I want them?”

“You fucking lied.”

Heine wipes his tears away, giving a nasty laugh. “What was I meant to do, when you won’t admit our love to yourself? I needed you to behave.”

D’Angelo’s cheek twitches.

He holds his hands out to me, and I notice for the first time through my fog of rage that he’s been tied up with rope.

My stomach drops.

There are notes on our contracts, which we negotiated, which make it clear that bondage is a hard limit for D’Angelo. It’s triggering for him.

Why did D’Angelo stop me killing Heine?

Furious, I focus on untying the rope, which has rubbed D’Angelo’s skin, leaving it red and bruised.

If I learn to tie up my Robyn by myself, then I will only use soft materials and the type of knots, which leave her unmarked.

Shay wears marks like a badge of pride. But it makes me sick to see these on D’Angelo.

When I fling the rope to the floor, D’Angelo hugs his wrists to his chest, massaging them with a grimace.

“I’ll call Mike,” I say.

D’Angelo touches my shoulder. “Give me a minute.” With difficulty, he turns to face Heine. “We have some things to sort out first. Don’t we, Charles?”

Heine pushes himself shakily to his feet. “I’m in love with you, jerk. Isn’t that enough? I can offer you the world. I can make your dreams come true. Anything you wish for.Anything.It’s yours.”

“But I’m not in love you with.” D’Angelo’s gaze is steely. “I never was. How could I love someone who beats me, when he doesn’t get what he wants? Obsessional love is a poison. Get some therapy. But most importantly, never come near my lovers or me again otherwise—”

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