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Ninety Three
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2026-09-19 14:38:36
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His Games, Her Rules Ninety Three
For one stupid second, nobody says anything.Then the amusement around the table registers all at once.Every eye seems to be on us.Great.I blush harder, my cheeks already hurting from how much I’ve been smiling since Dominique decided it was a good idea to fucking tease me.I drop my gaze to my plate, grabbing my glass of orange juice and bringing it to my lips for a sip, an attempt to hide how embarrassed I am right now.Especially since everyone apparently finds us interesting enough to abandon their conversations and watch us instead, amused smiles on their faces.Except Aimee.The bitch is practically seething on the other side of the table.Jealousy definitely doesn’t look good on her.Beside me, Dominique looks completely composed.“It seemed like you two needed a room. If you want, we could all leave. Give you that privacy you seriously need,” Leonardo adds, leaning forward with a grin.Laughter erupts around the table.“Shut up, Leo,” Dominique says, not bothering to look a
His Games, Her Rules Ninety Two
Ignoring Lorenzo becomes surprisingly easy once I finally turn my attention to what’s sitting in front of me.And holy shit.Breakfast might be the one thing capable of distracting me from the irritating man across the table.The aroma hits my nose before I even have time to take everything in.Smoked salmon and roasted potatoes. Scrambled eggs and avocado toast. Eggs Benedict. Freshly made waffles and pancakes.You dream it, it’s here.There’s also a large platter overflowing with fresh fruit—berries, grapes, sliced melons—along with a transparent pitcher filled with orange juice. A few bottles of champagne sit nestled in an ice bucket beside another pitcher of orange juice for mimosas, while a steaming pot of coffee sits within easy reach.Everything is simply perfect.Dominique’s family and Anthony’s family, all gathered together on this rooftop overlooking the Pacific Ocean in the distance. The scent of the sea fills the air, carried toward us by the gentle morning breeze, mixing
His Games, Her Rules Ninety One
ROBYN“Do you think I should be worried?” I ask Dominique as we reach the bottom of the spiral staircase that leads to the rooftop restaurant. It’s the exact same spot where Camilla had her rehearsal dinner.I can hear the joyful chatter and carefree laughter from the rooftop restaurant even before we see them.For some reason, I feel nervous.I’ve never been the nervous type. But last night, I ran out of Camilla’s wedding reception like someone who’d seen a ghost, and even though they’ll likely be polite about it, they’ve clearly discussed it among themselves, wondering why good ol’ Robyn ran out like she was high on meth.Fuck.Dominique’s grip tightens around my wrist, almost as if he can hear my thoughts—or feel the worry slowly creeping beneath my skin—as he leads me up the stairs.“If you’re worried about my family throwing questions at you about what happened last night, they won’t.” His voice is calm, certain. “I already handled it.”“You did?” I ask, unable to hide the surpri
His Games, Her Rules Ninety
Morning sunlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the hotel suite in a warm golden glow. Somewhere outside, I can hear the distant crash of waves against the shore, a quiet reminder that we’re still in California.For a moment, I simply lie there, staring at the ceiling.Everything feels… different.I turn my head slightly.Dominique is still asleep beside me, lying on his back with one arm stretched across the bed, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. The early morning light catches the sharp lines of his face, softening the edges that always make him look so intimidating.He looks peaceful.Beautiful.You’d never guess this is the same man who commands boardrooms with a single look. Or the same man who’d admitted he almost wanted to kill someone because he thought I was in danger.A small smile tugs at my lips.God.How did I get here?I quietly slip out from beneath the sheets, careful not to wake him. The cool marble floor kisses the soles of m
His Games, Her Rules Eighty Nine
ROBYNThe stretch makes my breath catch, my fingers tightening against his shoulders as I take him in.He stills immediately.Waiting.Letting me adjust.Letting me breathe.“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, softer now.And that…That shouldn’t affect me the way it does.Only when I nod—barely—does he move again.He pulls back slightly—then slides into me again.Deeper.Slower.Until he’s fully inside me, filling me completely.A quiet moan slips from my lips as my hand slides down his back to cup his ass, pressing him closer—urging him, silently begging him to stop teasing and just take me.“Fuck me, Dominique,” I breathe, wrapping my thighs tighter around his waist. “Please… I need you to fuck me.”“Yes, baby,” he groans.He starts moving.Slow at first.Deliberate.Each thrust deep, measured, pulling the air from my lungs as his hips meet mine.He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he whispers something low, something filthy, something th
His Games, Her Rules Eighty Eight
ROBYNI don’t hesitate. I kiss back, my lips molding against his as I rise onto my toes. Dominique groans into my mouth, one hand sliding down my back to cup my ass.A soft moan escapes me as his tongue skillfully explores every inch of my mouth.I thread my fingers through his thick hair, tugging lightly at the strands before biting down on his bottom lip. Dominique groans again, his fingers twisting into my hair as he pulls me closer against him.“Oh, Dom,” I sigh, breathless, my hands trailing down his broad shoulders, feeling every inch of his muscled body beneath my touch.I begin to unbutton his shirt, my fingers working hastily through each button while our lips remain locked in a heated kiss.I undo the last one and shrug the fabric off his broad shoulders, never once breaking contact. Dominique groans, pulling back just enough to rip the shirt off completely before tossing it aside.His hands return to my body, cupping my ass as he lifts me effortlessly off the marble floor.
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 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 Thirteen
DOMINIQUE“Aren’t we gonna address the elephant in the room?” Camilla asks, turning around in her seat with her judgmental look.“And if I may ask, what elephant is that?”“Dom, you know what I’m talking about.”Oh, I know what she’s talking about, I’m just not willing to talk about it with her.I turn t
Last Updated : 2026-03-18
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