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Because he was kidnapped.
“When Meg found me, Bez was in full control. She used psychotherapy and hypnotherapy to try to help me work through my past traumas, manage sudden behavioral changes, and merge my separate identities into a single one. The latter didn’t happen.” His hand lifts to delicately push away a wild curl from my forehead. I don’t back away. I just keep staring into the deepness of his eyes. It’s such a marked contrast to the cold, untouchable vibes he usually radiates. Could it be that his outer aloof appearance is an illusion he hides behind? He wards off people so he doesn’t have to interact with them. Doesn’t have to explain or act differently, not more than needed.
“And your mom?” I ask.
“She died in prison.” His hand drops, and I miss the light brush of his fingers on my face. “It happened a long time ago.” I nod, knowing very well that time only smooths the edges of a loss that big. It always remains with you. Together with the guilt.
Is that why he chooses donors who hurt women? Because of his past history?
“You said youhadDID.”
“I don’t feel like having an alter is a mental disorder anymore. It’s not distressing for me, but more affirming. I don’t like labels, but multiplicity is now a word that fits better my selves. I found a balance within us thanks to Meg’s therapy and Linda’s support. It’s called co-fronting. It’s a specific type of co-consciousness. Bez and I switch without amnesia happening or dissociation in memory. We are both in control of the body at the same time tovarying degrees. We try to give each other what we need and find compromises.”
Wow. “So, he’s listening right now.” Gabe answers with a nod. “Do you talk to each other?”
“Yes. But Bez is not the talkative type.”
He is when he shags me. “Then you have one thing in common,” I joke.
“I’ve discovered we have more than one lately.” His gaze turns intense all of a sudden. “You don’t seem troubled by what I’m telling you.”
I pout, placing my hands on my hips. “Did you expect me to run out of here screaming bloody murder?”
“In the past it made people uncomfortable, waiting for the freak show to start.”
“So, you think I’m just like other people?” The thought annoys me greatly.
“Bez thinks you’re a Little Wasp.”
“So every time you called me that, it was him?”
He nods.
Finally some clarity.I smile at that, which seems to irritate Gabe. But his cold and hot behavior makes more sense now—theirbehavior.
“So, you’re fine with it?” he asks.
“I don't know much about multiplicity. But I like to think I’m starting to know you, Gabe.” My hands lift to rest on his pecs. “I’ll learn to know Bez as well.” I wink at him.
“Take off your shorts,” he orders me abruptly. His look is molten heat as he slides his jacket off his wide shoulders and tosses it on the sofa.
“Excuse me?”
He rolls his sleeves and starts to unbutton his suit pants next. His dark gaze doesn’t waver. “You heard me.”
“I don’t understand why you think I’d follow any of your commands like one of your minions.” I scoff.
“Don’t you want to be fucked?” He pushes down his black boxer briefs and wraps his fingers around his beautiful cock while sliding a pack of lube from his pocket.
Yes, I do, so fucking much!
Gritting my teeth, I swallow, hypnotized by the way he opens the pack with his teeth and then pours the lube all over his length.
Oh, sod it! I hate to yield so bloody easily, but I can’t resist him. I yank my shorts down and off, leaving my jockstrap and platforms on. As I start to turn around, he grabs my hip and pushes me until my back is against the wall. His hand slides slowly down, his mouth an inch from mine, breathing on my cheek. His palm reaches my arse, giving it a hard squeeze that makes me gasp, and my lips part. Then he lifts my leg and opens it wide to the side.
My arms wrap around his neck. “You like how flexible I am, don’t you?” I whisper temptingly, giving his upper lip a quick lick.
A low growl comes out of him, his voice turns raspier. “I like more the sound of fucking you raw.” Two slick fingers brush lightly against my pucker before pushing all the way in, making me moan.
