Page 158 of Pucking Them
“I do,bitingit.”
I study the darkened shadows under D’Angelo’s eyes. He is putting too much effort into looking relaxed; a fine tremor is running down his arms.
He isn’t fooling me.
I have too much experience of Eden masking his pain.
My heart warms.
D’Angelo should still be resting in bed, where Robyn and I insisted on tucking him in, despite his protests, after Michael checked him out.
Calling the dom card doesn’t work when you’re sick and your partners are caring for you.
The problem is that I don’t bloody know what’s wrong with him.
It’s killing me.
Eden made D’Angelo soup, I massaged him, and Robyn read to him, until he fell asleep. I lay with him, carding my fingers through his hair to soothe him, while he suffered another nightmare.
Yet he still insisted when he woke up in the late afternoon on getting up, showering, and taking me out on our date.
This time, I couldn’t dodge the dom card.
“Why don’t we cancel?” I blurt.
D’Angelo grabs me by the chin, yanking me until our noses are touching. “Enough. I only married my beautiful wife last night. Today, I am romancing her.”
Romance?
I thought that I was to be thepet,fucktoy, anddoll?
I was the bride who was there toopen her legs, while Robyn was there to be married.
My heart shattered, although I hoped that no one noticed.
But now, D’Angelo is looking at me tenderly…like I’m Robyn.
I swallow.
The first time that D’Angelo brought me to this bar with him, we had still been hiding our relationship. I hadn’t been able to be open about either my bisexual or poly identity. I’d been desperate to kiss and claim D’Angelo publicly.
And now…?
I can.
My heart feels like chains have been broken and are falling away.
“Cucciolo…?” D’Angelo looks at me searchingly.
I don’t answer.
Instead, I break his grip on my chin because I’m strong too. I allow D’Angelo control over me because I submit — not because I’m weaker.
I kiss him, hard and filthy.
I ignore the whistle from the bartenders at the counter. I chuckle into the kiss, flooded with happiness, as D’Angelo flips off his staff. Then he drags me onto his lap, until I am straddling him.
He deepens the kiss.
