Page 12 of His Secret Toy

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She’s wrecked.

And I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

I reach up and untie the blindfold. She blinks hard, cheeks streaked.

“Eyes on me.”

She finds them. Barely.

“You feel what I did to you?”

She nods, still panting. Still open.

“I didn’t even fuck you,” I say.

Her breath stutters again.

I lean over her, mouth at her ear. “Next time, you beg for that. But not tonight.”

I reach between her legs again, just to feel how soaked she still is. I bring my fingers to her mouth.

I feed her the taste of her own surrender.

She doesn’t even flinch.

I lie beside her after that. Let her fold into me. Her body’s too tired to speak, but her hand finds my chest. Just rests there.

I don’t move it. I don’t want to.

CHAPTER FIVE

POV: Harper

The sheets smell like him—warm fabric, clean soap, something darker I can’t name.

I’m lying still, but every part of me is buzzing. My thighs are sore. There’s a tremble under my skin that won’t stop, like I’ve been opened up and not stitched back together.

Roman’s next to me. Fully dressed, elbows bent, fingers brushing his mouth like he’s still making decisions. I can feel the warmth of his strong body, his arm draped possessively over my waist and a large palm holding my breast gently.

I know that he can hear the pounding of my heart as if it were beating right in his ear. My breath is shallow, and I am trembling like a leaf.

I shift on the mattress and his eyes flick to mine.

“Pain?”

I shake my head. “No. Just… full.”

He doesn’t smile nor does he soften. He nods once, like he understands anyway.

I sit up a little, careful not to pull the blanket too far. I’m naked underneath, and he’s seen it—touched, tasted, owned me—but this moment feels different. Like now it matters.

“Say it,” he says, voice low.

I swallow. “I want more.”

“You are sure?”

I nod. Then—because I know better now—I speak.

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