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“Smart woman.” I point my fork at her. “If they’re going to call ussluts, at least we’ll be charitable ones.”
“Speaking of proud sluts.” Blair lowers her sexy cat-eye glasses at me. “When are you going to confess about your pussy pact with my twin? That you and Vale are in a three-decker with Nash Allen?”
Blair’s smart.
She knows there’s a connection between me and Vale. Obviously. Vale’s the one who asked me to help Blair and her partners.
But Vale’s a queen, who can’t even tell her identical twin everything about her king, Nash Allen, the man she loves.
All Blair can know is that Vale has fallen in love with Nash, her best friend’s dad.
But like me, Vale has to hide the kings and queens from her sister. Except I’m under more pressure, hiding Axel’s ex-Bratva life from three sisters.
So, I understand Blair’s natural curiosity.
And soon, hopefully next week, Blair, Beau, and Colton will at least meet Nick, Zar, and the other closeted players and understand more.
Until then.
They have no idea who the mastermind behind our plan is.
The Queen.
And they don’t know who I love. The Queen’s son. The Bratva prince, whose evil father won’t stop cutting at him, body and soul.
“While I support all love,” I answer Blair, “my heart is taken and not by your sister and her best friend’s dad.”
“Oh?” Colton swigs a Hennessy on the rocks. “Do tell. You know all about our love. Seems only fair we know about yours.”
Why am I blushing with warmth?
Why does it feel good to talk about Axel?
Even though I can’t say his name.
“Fine.” I smile. “You want an intimate detail?” They nod eagerly. “I’m learning to be a sub for a Dom, which is saying a lot if you knew how hard it is for me to trust a man.”
“That makes total sense,” Blair says. “It’s liberating. It’s the ultimate love to trust someone to bind you, to control you totally.”
Huh. I guess I’ve been taking that for granted.
Sexually, I still trust Axel. Even though my heart struggles to trust him again, my body sure doesn’t.
We’ve been experimenting with nipple clamps, clit suckers, spreader bars and bondage rope.
As my Dom, Axel’s trying to make it up to me. He’s torturing me into the most orgasmic submission. I even trust him to chain me to our new sex bench. He likes to leave me there, with my dress hiked up and my panties around my thighs, my pussy and ass exposed to him until hisicy, silent stare makes me so hot and wet that I’m begging for him.
“Really, kitten?” Beau raises his brows at Blair. “You’ll be our sub, too?”
“Baby,” Blair coos at him, then at Colton. “You know I’ll role-playanythingwith my men.”
“Careful what you wish for,” Beau teases her.
“So, when do we get to meet your Dom?” Colton’s sweet and not judging me.
“One day soon, I hope. I have lots of people I want you three to meet. We have a plan we want to share with you.”
They nod, and I know better than to push.