Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“In every space when we’re in the field, too,” Tris insisted. “From the moment we get on the plane until you’re home safe and sound, you’re mine and you’ll obey me. Not your uncle. I make the decisions when it comes to you and Aidan. Am I making myself clear?”
She wanted to spit bile back his way, but there was a piece of her that was so relieved he was taking control.
How would he dominate her? This was a different Tristan. He’d been bossy, pushing her to try new things. What changes had time wrought in this man she’d loved?
Aidan tried, but the sex always ended up being fairly vanilla. She didn’t think he was satisfied, either. Somewhere deep down, Aidan kind of wanted a top, too. Though he would never let her top him. It was lucky she’d never had the urge.
Had they never truly settled comfortably into their places when it came to sex? Had Tris needed this time apart to figure out who he was, to learn he was better with them? Could she truly blame him for not understanding what he was doing?
Tristan’s hand tangled in her hair, and he tugged just enough so she felt it. “I asked you a question, Carys. You’ve already started earning punishments.”
He was so close. She could feel the heat of his breath against her cheek. This was not the boy who’d tried to mirror their teachers at The Club. This man was dangerous and knew what he wanted. He wasn’t pretending to be a Dom. He’d come into his own somehow while he’d been gone.
What did he want from her? Her compliance. Her submission.
She hoped he wanted her body.
“Yes, Sir. I heard you and agree to your terms, though you’ll have to talk to my cousins. I’m sure my uncle will happily hand me off, but my cousins could be troublesome.” Some of her tension fled because he was making it so easy for her to find her submissive space.
Aidan moved in behind her, and she could feel his hips against hers, one hand coming out to flatten against her stomach. “I’ll handle your cousins.”
There was a streak of unexpected confidence coming from Aidan.
The door behind them came open, and her Taggart cousins were walking out.
Kenzie grinned her way. “Oh, that’s so sweet.”
Kala rolled her eyes. “They should keep it to the actual dungeon floor. This is a hallway, dude. It’s for walking.”
“Sure, because you never do weird things in hallways,” Tasha said.
“I respect the space,” Kala proclaimed.
Devi stood behind them, wearing a corset and boy shorts, showing off her gentle curves, her red hair in curls trailing down her back. Devi was willowy and graceful and looked the slightest bit nervous. Her gaze went to the left, toward the men’s locker room.
Aidan didn’t seem to understand they weren’t alone. His hand moved over her belly and started in a downward motion.
“Taggarts, I have explained to my subs that I’ll be in charge of them in the field,” Tristan announced. “I feel the need to make it clear to you as well.”
“That’s so romantic.” Kenzie put a hand to her heart.
Kala simply shrugged. “You can totally get Aidan killed. Like go for it, buddy. But if you think I’ll let you hurt my cousin, you haven’t met me. Would you like to meet me, Tristan?”
“So says the woman who punched her in the gut not three hours ago.” Aidan stared at Kala with a frown. His hand came back up, wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him as though she needed protection.
“She’ll back off,” Tristan said confidently. “Or she’ll meet me.”
A low groan came from behind them, and Cooper was there with Zach and Dare. “She’s wound up enough as it is. Could we notch down the testosterone, please?”
Kenzie leaned over, whispering in a way everyone could hear. “He’s talking to you, sis.”
Kala snarled her sister’s way.
Cooper moved in, putting a hand on Kala’s back. “Come on. I’ve got a scene set up for you along with an imported pain slut. Julian sent this guy over because he claims no one can give him what he needs.”
“Sounds like a challenge.” Kala’s lips curled up, and for a bare second she seemed to lean back into Cooper’s hand. Then she straightened up and got her Domme face on. “Are you watching or helping tonight, Master C?”
“Oh, I think you’ll need help with him, Mistress,” Cooper said, his voice low. “Let’s go make sure the space is up to your standards.”
Kala’s head turned, and her expression softened. “I have no doubt.”
Then she strode off, Cooper following behind her.
“I wouldn’t hate a session,” Kenzie said. “I think I’ll go see if any of The Club guys are here. Gabe won’t try to get into my thong.”
“I thought you wanted someone in your thong,” Tasha snarked as she joined her fiancé.