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2026-08-09 08:31:28
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His Games, Her Rules Seventy Six
DOMINIQUE“Dom, you okay?” Oliver asks, his voice gentler now. “I’m fine,” I say quickly, too quickly. Leo tilts his head. “If this is too hard for you to control, maybe you stop trying to control it. Just… go with it. See where it takes you.” Go with it. I want to laugh at how simple he makes it sound. But he’s right. I wasn’t planning to label it anyway. We could be fucking. Maybe even be exclusive. No commitment. No strings. Keep it simple. The less committed we are… The less I stand to lose. Right? Yeah. Right. “Is that what happened between you and Nadia?” Oliver asks, glancing over at Leo. “You guys were just going with it, pretending like nothing was happening?” Leo shrugs, casual. “Yeah. For a while. We weren’t ready to admit it—how into each other we were. We played it cool until I finally told her how I felt.” He pauses, flicking ash into the tray. “You guys know what happened after that.” Oliver sighs dramatically. “Wow. I’m really gonna die without
His Games, Her Rules Seventy Five
DOMINIQUEI can’t sleep.Hell, I can’t even think straight.Robyn is curled up in my arms, snoring softly, her breath brushing against my chest—and I can’t tear my eyes off her.God, she’s beautiful.Feisty. Stubborn. Always ready to argue.But right now?She looks calm. Peaceful. The kind of quiet that doesn’t come easy to her. The kind that makes me want to hold her even tighter, just to keep it from slipping away.One arm is draped over my waist, her thigh tucked between my legs, her breasts pressed against my chest. We’re both naked, only the duvet separating us from total sin again.And shit—I’m already getting hard.Because she’s here. And she’s mine.Even if only for tonight.I groan quietly and tilt my head back, staring at the ceiling like it might offer some kind of clarity.It doesn’t.Robyn shifts in her sleep, pressing closer, her body rubbing against mine like a goddamn temptation in the flesh. I swear, she doesn’t even know what she does to me. She murmurs somethin
His Games, Her Rules Seventy Four
ROBYNHe strides to the bedroom with purpose and tosses me onto the bed. I land on my back with a gasp, propping myself up on my elbows just in time to see him follow, his cock glistening with my arousal.His eyes stay locked on mine as he grabs my thighs, yanking me to the edge of the bed. He slides between my legs, bracing himself on either side of my head. Then he leans down and kisses me—slow, hot, consuming. I melt into it, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him even closer.The kiss is fire. Our bodies ignite. My legs wrap around his waist and my fingers drag down his back, gripping his ass as I try to draw him deeper.He groans into my mouth, his hand traveling up my thigh to clutch my hip.Then I feel him again—his cock pressed to my entrance, his hand guiding himself inside. Inch by slow, torturous inch, he fills me, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a low grunt.“God,” he rasps against my lips, “so fucking tight.”A breathy moan slips from me as he starts to
His Games, Her Rules Seventy Three
ROBYN“You know there’s no going back after this, right?” he asks, his voice thick, feral desire gleaming in his blue eyes as he stares down at me.“Yes,” I whisper, breathless.A deep, guttural sound escapes his throat as he steps between my parted thighs, my feet still planted firmly on the edge of the counter.“Mine,” Dominique growls, his palm cupping my right breast, kneading it with possessive intent. “Tell me you’re mine,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear as I melt beneath his touch.“Yours. Every part of me.”He grunts in satisfaction, his knuckles grazing my sensitive nipple as his hand molds around my breast, claiming it. “Tell me what you want, babe,” he whispers, voice low and commanding.My breasts feel heavy with need, tingling for more. Dominique rolls my nipple between his fingers, drawing a shaky breath from me.“Tell me,” he growls again, lips brushing mine—barely there, yet electric.I wind my arms around his waist, sliding my hands up the hard ridges of h
His Games, Her Rules Seventy Two
ROBYNDominique pins both my wrists behind my back with one strong hand, his lips crashing into mine. But this time, the kiss is slower—gentle, purposeful—like he’s savoring the moment. He pauses to kiss the corner of my mouth, then trails soft, lingering kisses along my jawline, down my neck, and to my collarbone.His free hand slips between my thighs, fingers brushing my entrance before slowly gliding down the length of my pussy. Then, with maddening patience, he slips a finger past my opening.“Oh, my god.”“You like that?” he whispers into my ear, his voice like silk, as he begins to slide his finger in and out of me.My knees tremble, and my eyes squeeze shut as a whimper escapes me.“Yes.” The word barely leaves my lips, breathless and weak.“I can’t hear you, Robyn.”“Fuck, yes, Dominique, I like that.” My voice comes out stronger this time, tinged with frustration.Does he have to torment me like this? Can’t he just touch me without turning it into a game?Without warning, he
His Games, Her Rules Seventy One
ROBYNThe moment we step into our hotel suite, I lead Dominique straight to the kitchen. I don’t say a word as I gently push him onto a barstool by the counter. He sits, watching me silently. I open the fridge, pull out an ice pack, and walk over to him, keeping just enough distance to keep my head straight.His arm is tense beneath my touch, but he doesn’t pull away when I guide it onto the counter. I gently place the ice pack on his bruised knuckles. The swelling is mild, but it’ll worsen if we don’t tend to it.The kitchen is quiet. Too quiet. The only thing I can hear is the sound of our breathing and my own heartbeat pounding like a drum in my chest.I shift my gaze from the ice to his face. He’s already staring at me, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable.“I’m sorry you had to see me like that,” Dominique says after a moment, voice low. “Lorenzo’s had that coming for a while.”I flash him a small smile. “It’s okay. I think it was kind of hot.”His brows lift, a smirk tugging at the co
His Games, Her Rules Twenty Eight
I haven’t seen Damien in years and damn, Monique was right. He’s changed. He doesn’t look like the Damien I once dated. The man standing here looks like a better version of himself. He looks hotter actually and he’s been working out too. Through the dark blue dress shirt he’s wearing, you can see th
Last Updated : 2026-03-23His Games, Her Rules Twenty Six
DOMINIQUE“I don’t remember basketball being this complicated.” Oliver groans loudly as I duck past him to his hoop and toss the ball through.Leo whoops in delight as I grin. Oliver sits on the floor of the basketball court with his arms on his knees.“Dom won this round, you owe us dinner, Ollie,” Le
Last Updated : 2026-03-22His 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
Last Updated : 2026-03-20His 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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