Page 251 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Declan

She’s agreed this far. At least, in principle, she’s not against the Dom/sub arrangement which, I’ll be honest, is what I worry about more than the fake relationship.

The fake connection between us which could help rescue my career…

and hers. And it’s important her future is secure.

For the first time since I embarked on this journey of becoming the top-billed actor in Hollywood, my goals don’t matter.

And why was I so keen on that objective anyway? Was it to get the approval of my father? He’s never begrudged me my dream, but somewhere deep inside, I’ve always felt I’d let him down. Like he views my career as frivolous.

Sure, my brother Arpad is running the company on behalf of my father. And neither of them have ever compelled me or guilt-tripped me into feeling I shouldn’t pursue my own dreams, but I’ve always felt I was being disloyal to my family by striking out and wanting to make it on my own.

In that way, she and I are similar. We left behind everything known and wanted to be the masters of our own destinies.

Only… I want more. I want her sighs, her acceptance, her consent…

Also, her defiance and her strength to hold her own against me.

I want to show her how much pleasure I can wring from her body.

I want her submission. I want her. More than I've ever wanted anything in my life. More than the success I’ve craved, more than the adulation from my fans, more even, than the recognition of my peers…

And coming from an actor, that’s something.

We are narcissistic, self-focused, and obsessed with ourselves.

I’ll do anything to feed my ego… Or rather, I would have done anything to feed my ego…

Until I met her. Now, I want her pleasure, her orgasm, her comfort, her love…

I’m focused on her gratification. Obsessed by thoughts of how to fulfill her.

Of how to ensure she enjoys this new association between us.

I’ll do anything to feed her rapture. To stoke that craving I’ve sensed in her.

I’ll set the world on fire if it means I can seduce her into submission.

"Declan?"

Her voice cleaves a path through the noise in my head. I zero in on her, and everything else fades. I go down on my knees and bring her hands to my lips. I kiss her fingers, then pull out a ring and slide it onto her finger.

She stills. "Oh my god, what are you doing?"

"Something I should have done a long time ago."

"B-b-b-but, that’s an—"

"Engagement ring, to make our relationship seem genuine this time around. We’ve come together and apart so many times, this is what sets our connection apart this time. So the press believes it."

She flutters her hand this way and that, her gaze fixed on the ring. She hasn’t taken it off, so that’s a start.

Her lips part. "It’s platinum." She glances at the rabbit engraved on top with an emerald set into it, and when she bites down on her lower lip, I know she likes it.

She looks over at the tiny figurines on her bracelet, then at the markings engraved into the ring.

The light reflects off the tiny emeralds set around the perimeter of the band.

She blinks, then swallows. "Are th-those symbols etched into the ring?”

I nod. “One each for the ten shows you missed and for which I couldn’t send you charms.”

She rotates the ring on her finger. “A cloverleaf, a dolphin, a rainbow, a ladybug, a horseshoe, a dreamcatcher, a key, a ladder, a jellyfish and—"

"A shooting star."

She swallows, then glances at her bracelet where the twenty charms I sent her before each of the twenty shows she performed are attached.

“And that’s not all."

She tilts her head. "There’s more?"

"I have another gift for you."

She holds up her hand sporting my ring. "I haven’t said I'm accepting this one."

"Aren’t you?"

She stares at her ring, her gaze contemplative. "And it’s all for show?"

I narrow my gaze. "You don’t think I want to actually get engaged to you?"

"Of course not," she scoffs.

"And you want to explore the dynamics of our Dom/sub relationship." It’s not a question. I know she does. It’s written on her face.

Whether she accepts it aloud or not—her parted lips, the flush on her features, the dilation of her pupils—all of it indicates she’s curious about what this arrangement entails.

"Turn around."

"Excuse me?" She scowls.

"Turn. Around. Rabbit," I say in a low voice that has enough edge to it that she knows I’m serious. She hesitates, then slowly turns her back to me.

I pull off the sweatshirt I’m wearing and spread it out it in front of her. Then I place my hand on her shoulder and apply enough pressure, so she sinks to her knees—her tender skin protected from the dirt by the cloth.

"Unhook your shorts and shove them down," I order.

A shiver grips her. But she pushes her shorts down to her knees.

"Now, bend over on your hands and knees."

She instantly complies. Fuck me, the sight of her bent over, revealing her panties-covered butt drains the blood to my groin.

I reach over, squeeze her arse cheeks, and a whimper escapes her.

The sound goes straight to my head. My balls tighten.

My heart stutters. Only she has a direct link to my heart and my cock.

And I need to finish what I set out to do before I lose control and take her right here.

Which is not how I want our first time together after our time apart to be.

There’s time for that. Time for her to want me so much, it’ll be her begging me to fuck her.

Until such time, I’m going to do my best to get her there. I yank down her panties, and she gasps.

"What are you doing?" She glances around. "We’re in the open."

"Relax, Rabbit, this will take only a minute."

I pull a velvet box from my pocket, and slide out a tiny, cone-shaped device. From my other pocket, a tube that I squeeze into the valley between her arse cheeks.

"Whoa!" She clenches down. "What the hell are you doing?"

I glare at her. "You can always say no and walk away right now."

She narrows her gaze.

"What’s it gonna be, Rabbit? You going to stay or leave?"

She mumbles under her breath.

My lips twist. "I didn’t hear you."

"I said, I’m staying, you pezzo di—" She gasps as I push the plug into the rosette between her butt cheeks.

"What the—" She flinches, then bears down on the intrusion. "What did you do?"

"Does it hurt?"

She shakes her head slowly.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

"How do you think it feels?"

"I think that’s an easy fit compared to what’s coming."

She gapes at me. "I can't believe you just said that."

"What're you gonna do about it, little Rabbit?" I palm the growing tent between my legs, and her gaze drops there. I massage myself through the fabric of my pants, and she draws in a sharp breath.

"What’re you doing?" she says in a breathless voice.

"No more questions." I pull out a tissue, clean her up, then tug up her panties. I stuff the soiled paper back in my pocket before pulling up her shorts. "You may zip yourself up now."

She does so, then jumps up and around. "You’re going to leave that thing in there?"

"It’s for your own good." I smirk.

"How the hell is something stuck up my culo a good thing?"

"How else am I going to stretch your tight little hole so when I finally take you there you can accommodate all of me?"