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Nineteen
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2024-04-29 13:05:36
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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 Eighty One
ROBYN After the ceremony, we stay seated for a while—watching Camilla and Anthony be swept into hugs, cheers, and flashes of cameras. Guests start to filter out toward the rooftop, where the reception will take place. But neither of us moves. Dominique’s hand is still resting on my thigh, but the heat from earlier has mellowed into something gentler. His thumb rubs small, absent-minded circles across my skin. It’s not teasing. It’s not possessive. It’s… soft. Thoughtful. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this quiet,” he murmurs beside me, his lips close to my ear, voice low and unhurried. I glance at him. “I’m taking it all in.” He nods, then turns his body slightly toward me. “What’re you thinking?” I hesitate. Not because I don’t know, but because I do. I’m thinking about what just happened inside me—how I saw my future for the first time, and it scared me less than I thought it would. So instead of spilling the whole truth, I offer a sliver of it. “I’m thinking mayb
His Games, Her Rules Eighty
Dominique looks like sin dressed in silk. He’s wearing a charcoal black three-piece tuxedo that hugs every line of his sculpted body with the kind of precision that should be illegal. The crisp fabric clings to his broad shoulders, tapers at his waist, and falls over long, strong legs like he stepped off the cover of a Calvin Klein campaign. His hair is perfectly styled—dark strands swept back from his face—and that five o’clock shadow? Let’s just say, if he were any more handsome, I’d drop to my knees just to say thank you. And right now, all I want to do is straddle his face and ride his tongue like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. The thought alone has my thighs clenching and my panties completely soaked. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” Dominique murmurs, voice low and sinful. I loop my arms around his shoulders, pulling him close until our bodies align. “How I’d like to sit on your face right now,” I whisper, fingers tangling in the thick strands of his hair. He gro
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Three
My mission, during this breakfast meeting with his family, is to get my revenge on Dominique for leaving me sexually frustrated. Earlier when I was taking my bath, I had touched myself to get the edge off while I shamelessly imagined Dominique touching me in the places where I desperately craved his
Last Updated : 2026-03-31His 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 : 2026-03-26
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