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Chapter 38Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦What followed was possibly the most surreal three hours of my life.Millie and Vivian treated Kegan’s black card like a holy artifact, pulling clothes off racks with the kind of reverence usually reserved for religious ceremonies. Every time I protested that something was too expensive, too impractical, too anything, they would override me with increasingly creative arguments.“You need this,” Millie said, holding up a dress with a price tag that read figures I couldn’t possibly pronounce.“I absolutely do not—”“Trust me. You need this.”Kegan, for his part, sat on one of those ridiculously uncomfortable designer chairs and watched the chaos with an expression of mild amusement. Occasionally, one of the girls would hold something up for his opinion, and he would either nod or suggest something else entirely.“How about this?” Vivian asked, holding up lingerie that was more ribbon than actual fabric.“Vivian, I swear to God—”“We’ll take it,” Kegan said c
Chapter 37Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦Marco was already heading toward the door when I finally found my voice.“Wait—” I called after him, nearly tripping over my own feet in my haste. “I’m sorry about—I didn’t mean to interrupt your meeting, I just—”Kegan’s hand closed around my wrist, stopping me mid-step.“Let him go,” he said quietly.“But I should apologize—”“Marco doesn’t care about the interruption.” Kegan pulled me back gently. “He cares about the tactical nightmare you represent, which is a completely different problem.”I watched Marco disappear through the door without looking back, and guilt settled in my stomach like a stone.“I’ve made things complicated for you,” I said.“You have.” Kegan guided me back toward the living room. “But that’s not your fault. Now sit down and eat something. You barely touched breakfast.”“I’m not hungry—”“Estelle.” His voice took on that commanding tone that made my knees weak for entirely inappropriate reasons. “Sit. Eat. Stop arguing with me ab
Chapter 36Kegan✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦Marco arrived at precisely 12:13 PM carrying a leather briefcase and an expression that told me he’d either found something significant or someone had died. Possibly both.“You look like shit,” he said by way of greeting.“Good morning to you too.”“No, seriously.” He set the briefcase down and studied me with the particular scrutiny of someone who’d worked for me long enough to read between the lines. “When’s the last time you slept?”“I slept fine.”“That’s not what your face is telling me.” He pulled out his tablet. “Also, you’re wearing the same shirt you had on in the security footage from the video call, which means either your entire wardrobe is identical or—”“Do you have intel or are you here to critique my fashion choices?”He smirked. “Both, actually. But the intel is more interesting.”I gestured for him to sit and moved to make coffee. If Marco had flown in from Sicily at this hour, we were going to need it. I, for one, needed caffeine. Badly.
Chapter 35Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦“Start slow. Use your tongue. Get familiar with it.”I leaned forward tentatively and let him push the tip into my mouth. It was velvety, big and…dripping slightly with a clear whitish fluid. It bopped out of my mouth and Kegan gently shoved it back in.The first taste was strange—salt and skin and something I was very sure I’d get addicted to soon. Because holy shit, the velvety feel against my tongue was divine. I played my tongue around the tip, swirling it round and round, sucking the small hole there, licking and rubbing the insides of my lips around it. His breath hitched slightly, and that small sound gave me courage. I let a little more in, looked up at him as he drew what sounded suspiciously like my name. “So good,” he murmured. “Now take more.”I did, slowly, carefully, trying to remember everything I’d ever read about this, and his hand tightened in my hair.“That’s it,” he said, his voice rougher now. “Just like that. Now—” He pushed in a
Chapter 34Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦The Wartenberg wheel disappeared, and for a moment, I thought he was done. That maybe he’d finally give me what I desperately needed.Instead, Kegan reached into the drawer again and pulled out something else—something small and smooth that looked almost innocuous until he turned it on.The buzzing sound filled the office.“Do you know what this is?” he asked, holding up what looked like a small, egg-shaped object.I shook my head, still blindfolded, relying entirely on sound and the feel.“It’s a remote-controlled vibrator,” he explained, his voice almost clinical. “The interesting thing about this particular model is that I control the intensity. You don’t get to decide when it stops or starts. You can't control how your body reacts to it.”My breath hitched as I felt him positioning it, and then—He trailed it slowly up my thighs, his face was in my hair as he did, inhaling, feeling…teasing. His left hand grabbed my waist, holding me in place as the vi
Chapter 33Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦I woke to the feeling of something cool trailing along my collarbone.My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the early morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Kegan was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in dark gray linen, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.In his hand was a piece of ice.“Good morning,” he said softly, and before I could respond, he pressed the ice against the hollow of my throat.I gasped at the sudden cold, my body jolting awake. He held it there for a moment, watching my face with that same intense focus he’d had last night—like I was a puzzle he was methodically solving.“Kegan, what—”“Shh.” He moved the ice lower, tracing a path down between my breasts. The sheet had fallen away at some point during the night, leaving me completely exposed. “I want to try something. And you’re going to let me.”It wasn’t a question.The ice continued its journey, circling one sensitive peak until I







