Page 126 of Shattered Silence Duet

I give him my hand first, and he inspects it like he does every day. My finger is slightly limited in its movement, but considering it was completely severed, it’s functioning really well. The scar is pretty big though, and I don’t think it will ever disappear completely.

“Alright, and your stomach.”

I lift up my shirt a bit to show him my abdomen. I’m wearing a loose pink T-shirt and a short purple skirt that’s soft on my fingers. He trails his finger over the mark, making me shiver, then uses one finger to slowly push down the top edge of my skirt to get a better look, making my breath hitch.

When his finger moves so low that the top of my pink lacy panties shows, I swallow my breath and glance up at him. They bought me all these pretty things, and I’m suddenly very happy I changed. They make me feel more confident and it feels good to feel pretty for once. This particular pair of panties is a thong, so it kinda feels like I’m naked under the skirt. By the look in Dom’s eyes, he might know that. Maybe he even chose this pair.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, his finger unmoving.

“Fine. Good,” I whisper, afraid of him moving closer but also afraid of him moving away.

“You know, Kitten, we see how patient you’ve been with us since you got home. I know you don’t fully understand what’s going on here and you’ve been a good girl to wait for us. Weneeded you to heal. Your safety is the most important thing. You understand?”

“Not really.” His words make my core tighten. Praise from him is like a ray of sunshine on my face for the first time in weeks.

He smiles. “Come.” He holds his hand out and I take it as he leads me over to the couch. He has me sit beside him, and we turn to face each other. He holds my hand in his and runs his thumb over it, back and forth.

“I want to ask you something, okay?” I nod.

“You were unexpected. Never before have I felt the instant connection I had with you when you walked into our house. Every moment I’ve spent with you since, those feelings have grown. You’re smart, sweet, kind, and beautiful, and I can’t help myself from falling in love with you.”

I inhale sharply at his confession, mirroring my own thoughts.He loves me?

“I feel like ‘love’ is too small a word for the bond we share, but I want—no, I need—to make you mine, ours. Will you let me call you my girlfriend?”

I gasp. I did not expect that. I just came to the conclusion that they didn’t want anything, and now this.What about the others?I can’t forget them, and I can’t choose Dom over them.

“What do you mean by ‘ours’?” I ask carefully.

He smiles at my question.

“Well, Kitten, let’s just say that if you wanted to pursue something with my brothers too, I would be okay with that. As long as it’s only them, and no others. That goes for us too, we wouldn’t date any other women, just you.”

Could he really be asking for my exact dream right now?

“But I’m not asking for my brothers, I’m asking for me. Mina, Kitten. Please say you’ll be mine.”

I stare at him with my jaw hanging open like an idiot. I’m not sure this can be actually happening right now, I must be dreaming, right? But as I stare into his pale blue eyes and see the hope there, only one word comes to mind.

“Yes.”

Suddenly, I’m pushed backward on the couch with Dom looming over me, crashing his mouth to mine. His tongue forces its way in, showing his confidence, and it’s sexy as hell. He dominates my mouth and makes me groan. I wrap my arms and legs around him to pull him closer.

He tastes like cinnamon, and it’s intoxicating. I battle his tongue with my own as our lips seek each other. My hips start moving on their own, slowly grinding into him. A huge bulge presses against my thigh, and I can’t stop my body from moving to rub that part of him against my core. Thanks to my skirt hiking up on its own, the only thing between us is his jeans and my panties.

He growls into my mouth when my core finally makes solid contact with him. His hand grips my hip, helping to move my body against him. I whimper as a strong pressure rises inside me.

“Fuck, baby. You taste so good.” Dom pulls back from my mouth and starts kissing down my neck. I throw my head back as the hand on my hip slides down my leg, then back up under my skirt. His thumb plays with the side of my panties, and I start grinding against him faster.

“Dom,” I cry.

“Baby, I can barely control myself around you. That’s it, grind your tight little body against me. Use me to seek your pleasure,” he says, pulling my hip harder against him.

“Dom!”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I need—need…”