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Fourteen

Author: Authoress Goddy
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2024-04-29 13:04:48
DOMINIQUE

Robyn is no longer on the dance floor. I spot her at the bar, perched on one of the stools, waving down the bartender who’s too preoccupied to notice.

I approach from the left, slide my wallet out, and flash a few crisp bills at the guy occupying the seat beside her.

“Fuck off, yeah?” I say coolly.

He barely hesitates. Nods, grabs the cash, and vanishes like smoke.

I take the now-empty seat, turning my attention to the woman who’s found her way under my skin and refuses to cra
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    DOMINIQUE “Lay back, spread those pretty legs of yours, and touch yourself,” I command, my voice rough and low. Her breath hitches instantly. Robyn likes control—she thrives on it. But in the bedroom? She craves dominance. I’ve seen it in her eyes, in the way she responds when I take charge. She wants a man who can meet her fire with fire, who won’t hesitate to pin her to the wall or whisper filthy instructions into her ear. And fuck if I don’t want to be that man every damn time. That night at the restaurant when I dared her to touch herself? That memory is etched into my skull. She cracked herself open in front of me, revealed what got her off, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. She likes it dirty. She likes a challenge. She likes to be told what to do when she’s wet and needy—and right now, I can see it all over her face. She wants to be undone. “You want to watch me touch myself?” she purrs, voice smoky, seductive. There’s a daring gleam in her eyes. I smi

  • His Games, Her Rules   Sixty Five

    I freeze. His chest brushes my back and I swear every nerve ending in my body lights up in protest—and in need. The memory of his hands on my skin last night, the way he washed me with a tenderness that shouldn’t have felt so intimate… it all comes crashing back. I don’t move as his arm comes up beside my head, his bicep brushing my shoulder as he easily grabs the coffee jar and sets it down in front of me. Then the sugar. Then the creamer. Each movement precise, intentional, torturously slow. I bite down on my bottom lip, goosebumps spreading across my arms and down my spine. His warmth envelopes me, clouding my senses, and his masculine scent—laced with expensive cologne—shuts down half my brain. I can’t think. My body responds instinctively to every light touch, every close proximity, every dirty whisper he’s ever breathed against my skin. I flinch slightly when his fingers graze my shoulder, pushing my hair gently to the side. I turn around, locking eyes with him, my puls

  • His Games, Her Rules   Sixty Four

    My head is pounding like a war drum. A dull ache throbs behind my eyes, and every inch of my body feels like it’s been run over by a truck. Twice. Groaning, I peel open one eye, instantly wincing as a sliver of sunlight stabs straight through my skull like a damn spear. “Shit,” I mutter, shielding my face with my arm. “Why is it so bright?” The comforter feels too heavy, too warm, so I push it off and swing my legs off the bed. My feet hit the floor with a soft thud as I sit there, head in my hands, trying to piece together what the hell happened last night. My voice is hoarse when I croak, “God, why the fuck does my head hurt so much?” There’s a haze wrapped around my memories—alcohol-soaked and chaotic. Club. Camilla. Bridesmaids. Aimee, that irritating Barbie wannabe. The spa. The club again. Then— The phone call. That goddamn call. I stiffen, the chill racing down my spine sobering me faster than coffee ever could. That part hadn’t been a nightmare. It was real.

  • His Games, Her Rules   Sixty Three

    So now I’m naked, he’s half-naked, and somehow I’m the one trying not to combust. I know he sees the heat rising in my eyes because he gives me that glare—the one that says don’t get ideas. “Nothing is going to happen,” he warns, his voice low and stern. God help me… that only makes me want him more. I watch as Dominique undoes the button on his jeans and pulls the zipper down. He steps out of them, kicks off his shoes, and stands before me in nothing but black briefs while I’m completely naked. This is the first time I’ve seen him like this—half-naked and unguarded. The night in the hallway didn’t count—we never even undressed. But now… this is different. My eyes trail down his body, slowly, hungrily. His defined chest. Those muscular arms. The broad, sculpted shoulders. Ink sprawls across his golden skin like art—every inch of him honed to perfection. He looks like he was carved by temptation itself. My gaze dips lower—to his taut stomach, his hard abs, and finally, the not

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    I always knew my past would catch up with me. I just didn’t think it would find me tonight. The moment I heard her voice—calm, quiet, and unmistakably hers—I ended the call and blocked the number. But the damage was already done. That one word—Lilith—was all it took to rip the floor out from under me. They found me. I don’t know how. I’ve been careful. Changed everything. Name, location, contacts. I buried Lilith. Scrubbed her from the surface of the earth. And yet… she surfaced again. With a whisper. Shaking, I rush back into the club, my eyes scanning every shadow, every face. Are they watching me? Did someone follow me here? Are they inside? I book a ride with trembling hands and head straight to the bar, ordering more shots even though my body is already overloaded with alcohol. I shouldn’t. But I have to. My hands won’t stop shaking. My skin feels tight, like it doesn’t fit. I’m spiraling. How the hell did she get my number? Who gave it to her? I gulp two shots b

  • His Games, Her Rules   Sixty One

    The spa session with Camilla and her bridesmaids was exactly what I imagined—unbearable. Camilla, for all her Hollywood glamour, is actually sweet. Kind. Humble, even. But her friends? Privileged. Vapid. Cunts. Yeah, I said it. Especially Aimee. God, that woman is an emotional paper cut. I still can’t believe Dominique ever slept with her. Sure, she’s got the looks—platinum blonde, legs for days, and the kind of laugh that makes men look twice. But the moment she opens her mouth? Instant migraine. She’s a walking cliché. And apparently proud of it. The entire spa session was an ego-driven monologue, mostly starring Aimee. She talked about her designer wardrobe, her rich parents—yep, found that out too—and the yacht she’s naming after herself. Men probably line up to get a taste of her, and she’d let them, too—if they’re rich enough. Or famous enough. Or, apparently, if their name is Dominique Voss. Now it’s nightfall, and somehow, I’ve ended up at a swanky LA club with th

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  • His Games, Her Rules   Nineteen

    I slowly peel my eyes open, squinting and groaning as I place my hand on my forehead. God, my head hurts so bad, it feels like a party is going on in my head.How much did I drink last night?I peel my eyes wide open, coming face to face with the darkness in my room. But there’s something strange abou

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  • His Games, Her Rules   Twenty Nine

    I slow my steps at once as I cross my arms over my chest, with my eyes fixed on the last person I expected to see here.“What are you doing here, Dominique?” I ask. “Are you stalking me now?”Dominique slowly smirks as he peels himself off the opposite wall and approaches me. “That’s cute, Robyn. Why

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