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“What’s wrong?” D’Angelo’s voice becomes sultry. “Haven’t you admired Robyn’s panties often enough? Don’t you know how hot you will look,my pretty girl, with your sweet ass in those panties? How incredible that silky material will feel on your long legs?” He prowls closer, grabbing Shay by the hair. Shay’s breath hitches, as D’Angelo viciously tugs, baring the line of Shay’s neck at a painful angle. “I’m imagining fucking your pussy, framed by such pretty lingerie. Don’t you want to be mygood girlthis morning?”
Shay blushes, managing a small nod.
I know that gender play is something that turns Shay on, but he has only danced around the edges of it. He has wanted to try this with D’Angelo; they have been negotiating about it for months.
By how blown Shay’s pupils are, he’s already close to dropping into subspace.
He’sdesperatefor this.
D’Angelo still demands, “Words.”
“Yes, Sir,” Shay pants.
“Safe word.”
“I’m green. Bloody green.”
Robyn is watching them with wide eyes.
D’Angelo lets Shay go with a mocking stroke over his hair. “Then undress for me.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Shay trips over his own joggers, as he forgets that he needs to take off his sneakers first in his haste.
Robyn laughs.
I look away, as my brother scrambles out of his clothes faster than most people would think was possible (but he has had a lot of practice), turning my gaze to Robyn instead. “I expect my captives to obey. Are you green?”
Robyn’s breath stutters. “Green. But what if I don’t obey…?”
My lips twitch.
There is my perfect brat.
I force myself to look stern, gripping Robyn’s chin and forcing her to meet my steely gaze. “Then I won’t ever release you.”
Robyn is inked on my skin.
In my heart, she is the only woman I have felt as bonded to as I do with my twin.
I believed that love wasn’t real before I met her.
I never felt attraction to anyone.
I didn’t understand why someone would risk making themselves vulnerable. Look what happened to Shay when he did.
But I am vulnerable for her —my Robyn.
“What if I don’t want you to?” Robyn is breathing fast, resting her hands on my shoulders.
Are we still roleplaying or does she mean that?
I can’t take the intensity of her expression anymore.
I push her off my lap and onto her feet. “Then strip.”
I don’t look away from her. She flushes.
Slowly, she pulls her dress over her head.
