Page 191 of Pucking Obsessed

I’ll protect him. Somehow.

“The point, principessa, is that we’re prioritizing you because you deserve to be. You always have. Also, did you forget that you held a contest for the best kisser? We worked hard to please you. You judged us equal winners in different ways. I promised that I was planning something for your birthday, a special kink game. I’m going to make sure that you enjoy celebrating your birthday from now on.”

Excitement rushes through me but also an overwhelming emotion that I can’t name.

Is this being finallyseen?

Eden brushes his thumb in soothing circles on my hip.

I duck my head. My hair hangs over my face.

“Cara mia,” D’Angelo says, quietly. “Your ex-husband didn’t leave you satisfied. That selfish asshole made you feel that the important thing during sex was that he came first and whether you came was irrelevant. I wish that I could tear off his balls for that alone. I know that you rarely come from vaginal penetration alone but I hope that we’ve been showing you how many ways we can still make the experience mind-blowing for you. I want to make every one of your fantasies come true. I’ll spend my life spoiling you. Today is going to be the wildest of your life.”

I stare at him in wonder.

Does he mean that?

I’m breathing hard. My hands are clenched on my lap. The blush has spread to my chest.

D’Angelo, my best friend, the man who I let get away at college, and my second chance.

I finallyseehim as well.

I want to spoil and make his fantasies come true for the rest of his life as well.

Does he understand that?

I run my fingers over the edge of the cardboard wheel. “What is this?”

“The Wheel of Kink,” D’Angelo replies.

Shay kneels up, eagerly. “Since we were all winners, we get three turns, right?”

“Open your final gift, principessa, and the answers will be revealed.” D’Angelo straightens his tie.

The cocky asshole is enjoying the mystery and power.

I fucking love it.

“Help me,” I offer to Shay.

Shay holds up his bound hands, casting me puppy dog eyes that would melt the hardest heart.

Well, not D’Angelo’s.

I grab the end of the ribbon leash and yank Shay closer. Then I run my hand through his hair.

Shay leans into my touch. His breathing slows, and his eyelashes flutter.

He truly does start to drop with the smallest of caring and gentle gestures, as much as rough, painful ones.

Is D’Angelo starting to realize that?

I take Shay’s wrists between my hands and undo the loose knot, before unwinding the ribbon.

“There.” I lay the ribbon to the side and massage the circulation back into Shay’s reddened wrists. “I’ve unwrapped my pretty gift.”

Shay quickly leans forward and steals a kiss. “Thanks, love.”

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