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Would she mourn me, though? It didn’t matter, really. My loyalty was to her and our unborn daughter, and nothing Mya could do would make me feel differently.
I would kill anyone who got in the way of the new life I would make with Mya.
First, I had to eliminate all traces of my business and who I was. I looked down at the letter, which was now balled up in my fist.
Our new life together began now.
I tossed the letter into the fireplace and watched it burn. And when not a hint of it existed, I walked away.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Mya
It wasdark inside our bedroom, and I knew he thought he was alone. But he wasn’t…I was there, watching him like he liked to watch me.
I understood then, the headiness of just watching.
Having that secret moment to yourself to enjoy something so wanton without anyone knowing.
But I was different from him. I couldn’t just watch. I had to feel him. Touch him.
I was wet already just watching him. My pussy was pulsing with just the thought of what he would feel like buried deep inside me. No, watching wasn’t enough for me.
I approached him, keeping my steps light, not wanting him to hear me. When I touched his shoulder, he stopped pleasuring himself for a moment, out of surprise, but then I began to remove my clothes.
I slid the nightgown over my head, revealing my breasts that were already heavy with anticipation. I stepped out my panties which were soaked with my desire, and he watched every movement, his eyes never looking away from me as he began again to stroke his dick.
I wrapped my hands around him. I knew the rules of our relationship. I was only allowed to touch when he instructed me to do so, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch him.
He stared at me in surprise, aroused by my touch but clearly angry that I had broken one of his rules.
I hadn’t done what I was told. There would be consequences. The first one was now.
He pushed my hands away, reached into the nightstand, and withdrew a long piece of satin fabric. He pulled me by my hands toward him and made me kneel in front of him. He then wrapped the fabric around my wrists, tying them together, so they were bound snugly.
He then led my hands to his dick, which pulsated in my bound hands. I saw the telltale sign of precum and slipped a finger over it, using it to trace the tip of his dick. He sucked in a breath.
Finally. A reaction. He wasn’t cold toward me, after all.
He was always so calm, cool, and distant, even when we fucked. I knew he worked hard to maintain that distance. He needed to control everything. Me. His family. His feelings. And even sex.
That ended tonight. Tonight, I wanted to know what it felt like to be in charge.
“Let your walls down, Dario,” I breathed at him, my warm breath ghosting over his cock. “You want me to trust you, but you don’t let me see anything but your power. Why should that make me trust you? Do you want me to fear you and nothing else?”
“I want you to trust me,” he said gruffly.
I shook my head once, sharply, leaning away from him. He pushed himself toward me in protest before he could check the movement.
“I can’t trust you if you don’t show me anything about yourself,” I insisted. “If you want this to be a partnership, that façade ends now.”
I kneeled between his parted legs and guided his cock into my mouth. The silk wrapped around my wrists that bound my hands together made the task difficult, but not impossible.
I wasn’t up for obeying his rules tonight. As I brought his dick deeper into my mouth, I looked up at him, watching his face.
I enjoyed knowing that I pleasured him. It made me feel powerful. It made me feel in control for once.
His eyes were closed, and his head was back. That’s not what I wanted. I wanted him to watch. I paused, sure that that would get his attention, and it worked. He grabbed my hair, pulling me forward until I almost gagged at the size of him.