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Eighty Six
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2026-08-31 14:16:30
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His Games, Her Rules Eighty Seven
ROBYNThe hotel suite is quiet when Dominique and I step inside.I walk further into the dimly lit living room, my back turned to him as I pretend to take in the space.It’s quiet.Too quiet.Warm light spills in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glow from the resort outside casting soft shadows across the room.It almost feels romantic.Almost.But the tension between us from the beach hasn’t faded. Not even a little.I feel it everywhere.In the tight knot in my stomach.In the heat simmering beneath my skin.In the way my body is hyper-aware of him standing behind me.The door clicks shut.I turn——and lock eyes with him.Those piercing blue eyes.God.There’s a silence between us now that feels alive. Thick. Heavy. The kind that makes you feel exposed… like every thought, every emotion is sitting right there on the surface.And neither of us moves to break it.Dominique doesn’t bother turning on the lights.He just watches me.His gaze is heated. Focused. Like he’s memoriz
His Games, Her Rules Eighty Six
DOMINIQUE Without meaning to, I tense, almost slipping my hand out of hers, but I stop myself. Robyn notices. Of course she does. She doesn’t let go. Neither does she look away. I do. I fix my gaze on the waves instead, feeling her eyes on the side of my face. “What do you want to know?” I ask, my voice lower than usual as I clear my throat. She doesn’t hesitate. “What happened in Monaco? It had to be something serious because the two of you can barely stand in the same room without wanting to tear each other’s throats out.” My jaw tightens before I can stop it. So does my fist. I don’t dare look at her. Because if I meet those deep brown eyes, I’m afraid I’ll tell her everything. Every lie. Every betrayal. Every fucking thing. It’s not that what happened between Lorenzo and me is some closely guarded secret. The people closest to me know exactly what happened. It’s just… It’s not something I enjoy talking about. “How long have you been sittin
His Games, Her Rules Eighty Five
DOMINIQUE For what feels like hours, though it’s only been a few minutes, we walk the shoreline in silence, the sound of the waves filling the space between us. I’ve known Robyn long enough to understand one thing. The harder you push, the stronger her walls become. Whether she realizes she’s doing it or not, that’s how she protects herself. So I don’t press. I let the silence settle between us, hoping she’ll come to me when she’s ready. Even though every instinct inside me is screaming to demand the truth. To peel back every lie she’s ever told. To drag every secret into the light if it means I can protect her from whatever the hell she’s so afraid of. I hate this. I hate that she doesn’t trust me enough to let me in. I hate that she’s convinced she has to carry this alone. Most of all… I hate knowing she’s hurting and being powerless to stop it. She may not know it yet, but I want to be there for her. I want to be the first person she re
His Games, Her Rules Eighty Four
DOMINIQUE I know the exact moment something goes wrong. It happens in the span of a heartbeat. One second, Robyn is in my father’s arms, letting him guide her across the dance floor with that cautious smile she wears when she’s trying not to feel too much. The next, every inch of her goes rigid. Her gaze locks on something over his shoulder. Then she looks like she’s seen a ghost. No. Worse. She looks afraid. Real fear. Not the kind she throws at me when I push too far. Not the kind that sparks in her eyes when I back her into a corner and make her feel too much. This is different. This is the kind of fear that drains the color from her face. The kind that makes her pull away from my father so abruptly it draws attention. The kind that sends something cold and dangerous through my veins. Because I’ve never seen Robyn look like that. Whatever she saw— it scared her. “Robyn.” I say her name once, low enough not to cause a scene
His Games, Her Rules Eighty Three
There’s warmth in his expression, and a hint of amusement like he’s just walked in on a conversation he’d rather not interrupt but won’t pretend he didn’t witness. “You mind if I steal her for a dance?” he asks, directing the question to Dominique, not me. Dominique doesn’t answer right away. He leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “Don’t think for a second this conversation is over.” The low promise vibrates through me as he steps back, casting a warning glance at his father before walking away. I take William’s hand, and he leads me into a gentle sway, his touch careful, respectful. “You look really beautiful tonight, Robyn,” William says, his smile warm as we move to the soft beat. “It’s no surprise my son can barely keep his eyes off you.” A small, unintentional smile slips through, and I hold his gaze. There’s something in the way he’s looking at me right now—like he’s studying me. Calculating, in a way. But also… almost protective. “Thank you, Mr. Voss,” I say s
His Games, Her Rules Eighty Two
ROBYN We sway, slow and unhurried, letting the music wrap around us like a secret. My cheek brushes against his chest as I speak, barely loud enough to be heard. “What do you think is going to happen when we get back to New York?” The question hangs there—raw and vulnerable. My stomach tightens. A part of me fears he’ll say this doesn’t follow us home. But when I tilt my head up to meet his gaze, the glint in his eyes says otherwise. Dominique smirks, that dangerous curve of his lips that always knocks the air from my lungs. “Getting tired of me already?” “You should know I’m not one to back down easily, Mr. Voss.” His smirk grows. “The deal was simple. We play. I lose, I walk away. But guess what?” He leans in, brushing his mouth near my ear. “I won. So technically, this isn’t over.” I raise an eyebrow, lips curving. “So now you’re just cocky.” “Maybe,” he says, pulling me closer until our bodies are flush. “Or maybe I just know a good thing when it’s in
His Games, Her Rules Forty Two
DOMINIQUEI’m ruined. I knew she was going to ruin me when I had a taste of her, but not this soon. It’s been more than a month since that unforgettable night and it felt like it was yesterday. I could still taste her on my tongue, I could still hear her cries and her moans, and I could still remembe
Last Updated : 2026-03-28His Games, Her Rules Forty
My heart beats against my chest rapidly at the sight before me. It’s him. Dominique fucking Gray in the flesh. I haven’t seen this man in a month and God knows I didn’t prepare to meet him today so I don’t know how I’m supposed to react. He’s breathtakingly gorgeous just like every other day that I’
Last Updated : 2026-03-27His Games, Her Rules Thirty Six
DOMINIQUEShe tastes better than I imagined, warm, slick, and throbbing with need. I run my tongue on her tight pussy, tasting her sweet juices as I lick her. I envelop my mouth over her entrance as I suck. Her feet buckle, threatening to give up on her as she clamps her mouth shut with her right han
Last Updated : 2026-03-26His Games, Her Rules Thirty Four
DOMINIQUE What the fuck is happening? Where is the Robyn that loathes me? The Robyn who would never flirt back. The Robyn who would grab any chance to throw insulting words at me.Where the fuck did she go?I'd be lying if I said I haven't been hoping to encounter this side of Robyn since the day she
Last Updated : 2026-03-25
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