Page 5 of Bluff

He wraps his hands around my neck, holding me down, and I instantly calm. Desire floods my body. He has no clue that I like to be constrained.

“You’ll marry me and become mine. It’s the only way to save you.”

“You just want to marry me?” I doubt that, but it sounds like it could be fun. I lick my lips, already imagining how this could work in my favor. Maybe I could use him to forget about Master.

His eyes follow my tongue, and I see desire flare in them. I can’t hide the small smile that spreads across my lips. I’ve got him now. I’m used to using my body to get what I want. Ever since I was younger and men took from my body, I’ve learned to use it against them.

He rears back. “I’m taking one for the team,” he says, then he’s off me and out of the room so fast I’m not sure what just happened.

I lie there in the bed, processing what he just said.

He’s taking one for the team. Did they draw straws, and he lost?

Just what a girl wants to hear.

Mikhail

I almost took her right there. I wanted to. My cock was hard as a rock as I watched her tongue, as I saw my fingers wrapped around her neck again. The last time I had my hands on her neck, they were gloved. This time I could feel her warm, soft skin. I wanted to yank her hands over her head and shackle them to the top of the bed, allowing me to really hold her down while I pounded away in her body again.

I can’t stop the memories as I collapse in my desk chair.

“Master, take me harder,” she begs me, and it takes everything in me to remember to cover my accent.

“Little bunny, I’m going to fuck this cunt so hard you’ll never forget me.”

She moans long and loud, and I want to see what her expressive eyes are doing. But this is part of what I have to do to keep my identity hidden. I’m one of the few Doms at the club who wears a mask, clothing to cover all my tattoos, and I barely speak, or I cover my accent if I do. Part of moving here at such a young age is I can speak without an accent at times. But this woman tests all my nerves.

I pound harder into her sweet pussy over and over. When she comes on a cry, I continue moving in and out of her until I come in the condom. My arms shake, and my body is completely depleted for the first time ever. I don’t want to stop fucking her.

I’m shaken from the memory when the alarm for the bedroom door pings. I wired the house so I’d know when she’s moving around. The stairwell alarm goes off next, and I move to the doorway, watching as she comes down to the first floor. She pauses, glancing around, then turns and spots me standing there.

“What? Can’t I look around?”

“Stay in this house. Don’t leave without me or your guards.”

“I thought I was safe. When are you forcing me to marry you?”

“Soon.”

I contemplate her question. I never wanted to marry. I never wanted to have a woman. I thought I could use the club to satisfy my urges and needs, but she ruined that for me. I can’t have anyone but her now. That night changed me. I’ve kept my distance since.

A guard I pay lets me know when she shows up, and I watch and wait to see if she will sleep with another Dom. She hasn’t though. She usually looks around and then heads back to the bar, where she stays for the rest of the night. She doesn’t drink. She sits there and visits with the bartenders, her friends, and just watches.

I turn and head back into my office, trying to focus on work while keeping an eye on her through the cameras as she moves around and explores.

A couple of hours later, some of my soldiers arrive with her belongings from her apartment. I direct them to put everything in the master suite. She watches but doesn’t say anything.

I notice a book bag and reach for it, but Ainsley moves fast and rips it from my hands.

“That’s not for you to see.” She scowls at me as she takes the heavy bag and moves out of the room.

I’m interested in the contents, but I can wait until she’s asleep later.

Hours later, after I’ve had food delivered, I watch her sleep. Textbooks surround her on the bed. I reach for one and am shocked when I see it’s a corporate law book. I set it back down exactly where I found it and head to my office, where I start researching my little bunny.

Sure enough, I find the information I’m looking for. She’s enrolled in night classes at a local campus, working toward a law degree. That detail never came up in any of her background checks. I don’t know how she hid it.

I hack the bursar’s office to see how she’s paying for it. Turns out, her tuition is covered by anonymous donations.

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