Page 258 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Declan

I taste the coppery taste of her blood and realize I’ve broken her skin. I lick it off, soothing the chafed area. Her body slumps, and when I take in her face, I realize she’s asleep. I lower my lips to hers, then kiss her closed eyelids.

A melting sensation fills my chest. My stomach feels like the bottom has dropped out of it.

My knees tremble, and my ribcage hurts. It feels like I’ve run a marathon, when all I’ve done is fuck my Rabbit.

I gaze at her sleeping figure, my dick nestled contentedly inside her.

If I could, I’d crawl inside her skin and live there happily.

For the first time since I was diagnosed with emotional blunting, my mind feels calm.

Not empty, but calm. And there’s a subtle difference.

It’s more than post-coital glow, more than my balls feeling the aftereffects of having been drained, it’s…

As if, for the first time in my life, I’m back in my skin.

I allow myself to gaze at her for a few seconds more, then pull out of her.

A mixture of my cum and hers slips out. I didn’t use a condom…

Again. And this time, it was the right hole.

I push the mixture back inside her, then rub the rest of it into her inner thighs.

She smells of me and that’s the way it should be.

She belongs to me. My rabbit. My fiancée. My submissive. Mine.

I right myself, then spoon her from behind. She snuggles back, the curve of her arse pushing into my cock, which instantly thickens. I’ve fucked women before, but never been ready to go again so quickly. When it comes to her, I’m insatiable.

I lock my arm about her waist, tuck her head under my chin and hold her.

For the first time since I asked her to come with me to LA, I am able to decipher my feelings for her.

I want this relationship to be real. I want her to be my fiancée in every sense of the word.

I want to teach her the pleasures of true submission.

So far, she’s complied, but not without protest, and that won’t do.

I need time to show her the absolute joy that comes with giving herself up to me. Today was a start.

The way she took me in both of her holes, the way she fell apart around my cock each time, the sheer peace that the Dom part of me finds in her pleasure cannot be replicated anywhere else.

I recognize it. Now, all I need to do is convince her of it.

I need to find a way to win back her trust after how I broke it. I need her to…

Come to me, in her own time. I need to give her space to pull apart what she feels for me.

I need… her to need me. To give herself up fully to me.

And she will. As we work on the movie together, I'm sure there will be occasions to show her just how good we are together. Meanwhile, I’ve bound her to me in the best way possible.

Now, all I need to do is give her a chance to recognize how good we are together, too.

Her breathing evens out. I stay spooning her for a few minutes more.

Bury my nose in her hair and inhale her scent.

My eyes close. The curves of her body sink into mine.

She sighs in her sleep and cuddles closer.

Her butt pushes into my already lengthening cock, and that’s when I realize, I need to leave before I fuck her again.

I need to get back to work on the movie, need to ensure everything goes according to plan, that this relaunches her career and brings her the acclaim she deserves.

Which, in itself, is a contradiction. I don’t want to share her with the world, yet I want her talent to shine.

I want to hide her away and be the only person who can look at her; but I also want her to be recognized by her fans.

It’s a conundrum that’s going to haunt me.

I don’t know how I’m going to resolve it.

But I can’t deny her this chance to reach the top of her game.

I want it for myself, so how can I deny her from having it?

I slide my arm out from under her neck, then slide back and off the bed.

She doesn’t stir. I watch her for a few seconds more.

Her breathing deepens. I tuck the sheet up under her chin and around her, then turn and grab my clothes.

Slipping into them, I grab my phone and head down the stairs.

I step out onto the patio overlooking the infinity pool, and beyond, at the vastness of the ocean.

For a few seconds, I enjoy the crash of the waves, the feel of the breeze on my lips.

When your emotions are dead inside, it’s amazing how sensory perception can take over and give you a chance to feel…

Just differently. I dial Cade’s number and am not surprised when he answers on the first ring.

"The team’s been assembled. They’re formulating a plan before going in," he says without preamble.

"You trust them?"

He hesitates, then: "I trust JJ, Michael and Sinclair, and if they say this group can do the job, then yeah, I trust their opinion on this, too."

I rub the back of my neck. "How’s Abby?"

"As well as can be expected, under the circumstances. Sinclair and Michael’s wives, and JJ’s girlfriend have formed a support group around her. If it weren't for them, I couldn’t have allowed myself to be away and involved in the planning." I hear the gratitude in his voice.

"I wish I could be there."

"You’re there, at the other end of the line. I know, no matter what, you’ll always pick up the phone when I call. And this, despite facing the most important project of your life."

"You mean the movie?"

"That, too."

I shake my head. "When did you get so wise on relationships?"

"Since I had to get my head out of my own arse and realize nothing's more important than Abby."

"I envy your clarity on that."

"You have Solene. You’re in love with her. There’s no other truth in your life."

"There’s my career and hers," I protest.

"Red herrings. Distractions. And you know it."

"You don’t know what you’re talking about, man." I roll my shoulders.

"Don’t I? You know what I gave up to be with Abby."

"And do you regret it?"

"Not for one second." Someone calls out his name in the background. "Right. The team’s regrouping to discuss strategy; gotta go."

I disconnect the call, then call my pilot. "Ready the jet. I’m on my way."