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It would pass, wouldn’t it? Eventually he’d go out on the road. He’d see the world, meet people who would worship him and his music.

He frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I was just thinking… Maybe I’m a little obsessed with you too. For better or worse.”

His gaze darkened, swallowing me whole.

I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him. He yanked me against him, his hands exploring my body. I felt a sense of freedom in that. In being able to give myself to him in front of everyone.

I wanted more. Maybe it was because we’d kept everything a secret up until now, because I was trying to protect my company and his career.

Being able to kiss him out in the open meant more than anything else did to me at the moment.

He drew back, breathless. Then, he gently grabbed my chin and turned my head.

“Watch them.”

TWENTY-FOUR

SALT

I was livingfor her reactions. The way her breath caught, her eyes widened, her muscles tensed in reaction to what she was seeing. The lust in the air was thick. Addicting.

But not as addicting as her.

We stood at the edge of a small crowd surrounding a couple who were being flogged by a woman in a latex suit. Pepper’s cheeks were red, her eyes glazed over with need. Curious glances occasionally skated over us, especially as I wrapped my arm around her waist and dragged her closer. I recognized some of the patrons here and wanted to make it clear Pepper was with me.

Her ass fit perfectly against my cock, the fabric barrier of our clothes a form of torture. I strained against my zipper.Control.I was fighting for control. More than anything, I just wanted to bend her over right here. In the middle of a crowd. I wanted to show the whole fucking world that she was mine.

Would she like that?

I knew she liked watching. That much was evident given how wet she was already. My fingers slid inside her with such ease while she’d been sitting for me.

I was trying to ease her into this place. But over the weekend, I’d slowly descended into madness. After jerking myself off to the thought of her begging for me, I’d showered and finally started packing my father’s belongings.

Seeing her at the cemetery had been some sort of fucked up sign.

I wanted her. I needed her.

Fucking control yourself.

Pepper shivered against me, tipping her head back as I swept her dark waves to the side and kissed along the curve of her neck. Fuck, her skin was so soft. I’d missed the feeling of her against my mouth, and it’d only been a few days. The scent of her perfume heated my blood.

My gaze locked on the two subs who were now fucking, their Domme commanding them, using them like two fuck toys. I recognized the Domme as Madam Knives, who was especially known in the community for her, well, knife play.

It was a fitting name.

“Do you like watching them fuck like little whores?” I asked Pepper.

She nodded, her breath hitching. “Yes.”

My hand snaked up to her breasts, to the buttons of her high-neck blouse. Her head rested against my shoulder, a moan leaving her as I popped the first four buttons.

I pressed my lips to her ear. “You have my permission to be a little slut. No one will judge you here. If anything, they’ll admire you. They won’t touch you, they won’t do anything without our permission. They don’t know who you are, or who I am, so you aren’t in danger. We’re masked. They’ll just watch with the same hunger you’re watching those three with right now.”

“Can we—” she cut herself off, her voice faltering.

My brows raised. She wasn’t going to ask what I thought she was? Was she?

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