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2024-04-29 13:04:29
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His Games, Her Rules Ninety Five
DOMINIQUE There. The one question that’s been sitting at the back of my mind for all these years, finally out in the open. “I need to know.” My fingers tighten around the chair. “I think you owe your kids that much. An explanation. An answer. Anything.” There’s a long beat. Carlotta’s lips tremble as her gaze moves from me to Dad, then to Leo and Camilla before finally returning to me. “You were.” Her voice breaks around the words. My grip tightens around the back of the chair, my teeth grinding together. “You were all enough.” She shakes her head, drawing in a sharp breath as tears gather in her eyes. “You were.” An irritated scoff escapes me before I can stop it. “If we were enough, then why the fuck did you leave?” Carlotta blinks rapidly, finally tearing her gaze away from mine. “Because I wasn’t thinking about what you needed.” Her voice is quieter now. “I was thinking about me. About what I wanted. It was selfish.” Leo scoffs, his arms folding across his chest. “R
His Games, Her Rules Ninety Four
DOMINIQUEThey say forgiveness should come easily when you love someone.Especially if it’s family.I fucking disagree.Sometimes, love is exactly what makes forgiveness so fucking difficult.As humans, we tend to think love should naturally lead to forgiveness. That because you love someone, forgiveness should come easily.Which is fucking bullshit if you ask me.Because loving someone means that when they hurt you, lie to you, betray you, or abandon you when you need them most, that kind of hurt stays with you.It festers. It grows. It becomes this fucking persistent, irritating feeling that sometimes threatens to eat you alive.So, no.I fucking disagree with whatever logic says forgiveness should come easily because it’s someone you care about. Because it’s family.Sometimes the reason you can’t simply forgive someone isn’t because you don’t love them enough. It’s because you love them too much for what they did not to matter.Because deep down, you still care about them. You stil
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 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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