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“Fuck off,” I jokingly interrupt, rolling my eyes.

“And that shit is messy as fuck,” he continues. “You’ve got your relationship with each of them, their relationship, and your relationship as a whole. All of those relationships need to be good for it to work. So, let them fuck. Let them fight. Either way, they’ve got to figure out their shit.”

It stings, but it’s true. I stirred the pot, and I forced them to talk, but I can’t fix their problems for them. They have to do that on their own.

“I’m worried they’ll fall apart over me,” I lament, shaking my head.

“Jesus Christ, big guy!” Layla exclaims, and I can practically hear her eyes roll from across the bar. “That’s some big fucking ego you’ve got there.”

“Well, sweetheart, that’s because it’s the same size as my di?—”

A scowl on his face, Tristan interrupts with a smirk, “Watch yourself, brother. I’m not above putting a fourth bullet in you.”

Layla reaches us, and he wraps his arms around her, pulling her between his thighs. “My ass will probably regret this later”—sheleans back against her husband—“but the world does not revolve around the Evans men.”

“Yours does,mo chuisle,” Tristan gruffs in her ear, eliciting a smile.

“Shit happened when you almost died.” Her tone is sharp, but her eyes give away the worry she had that night, too. “The two of them went through the ringer. Their roles reversed, and the woman who fought so hard over submitting to you totally fucking crumbled… leaving her submissive to pick up her pieces. Trust me, what they’re working through doesn’t have shit to do with you and your”—her eyes drop to my crotch—“big ego.”

She’s probably right…she’s always fucking right.

Tristan rests his chin on Layla’s shoulder as he stares at me, the faintest hint of seriousness crossing his face. “Elena and I talked when Victoria hit rock bottom. She knew exactly what she was doing when she took control. I have faith, Con. She’s a smart girl. If she knows that’s the problem, she’ll figure out how to give it back.”

God… I fucking hope so.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

VICTORIA

I listen to the soft hum of the city outside the windows as I pet Elena’s hair. We’re lying naked on the couch—my head leaning against the armrest and hers on my upper thigh. She shifts slightly, lifting her head when I brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

We’ve spent the day reconnecting—physically and emotionally. Both of us are exhausted, but when her eyes meet mine, I can’t deny my desire to have her fingers lingering on my skin again. I’ve missed her—this—more than I realized.

Lifting her up my body, her nipples teasingly dust over my skin. “I fucking love you,” I mutter and press my lips to hers. It’s slow and gentle, quickly deepening like it always does—our love and unbridled need for each other pouring into this simple act.

I slide my hand up her my back, and my fingers thread into her hair as I pull her closer. She responds, pulling at my waist to eliminate any distance between us. Maybe I just never noticed it before… I might be her Domme, but my sweet girl has been in control of me this whole time.I live to give her what she needs.

When we break our embrace, we’re both breathless and panting. Tightening my hold in her hair, I hoarsely whisper, “I need you.”

Yes, again.

“Yes, Madame.” Her voice is steady, but her eyes match my urgency.

“I liked you on your knees earlier, sweet girl.” I brush my lips over hers and loosen my grip of her black locks. “Kneel for me.” Without hesitation, Elena pushes herself from my body and climbs from the couch. She drops to her knees, her soft stomach resting lightly on her upper thighs and her ample tits pressed between her arms.Fuck…

Sitting up, I turn on the couch to face her. I lift my right leg while staring into her gorgeous dark eyes, and slowly, I drag my foot over her thigh and plant my toes beside her knee. I repeat the motion with my other leg, leaving me spread wide and on display for her as I watch her eyes grow ravenous.

“I want your face buried in my cunt.” Hooking my finger under her chin, I force her to look at me while pulling her onto her knees and between my thighs. “Your tongue licking over my clit until I’m coming all over your face. And you’re going to do it staring into my eyes so I can see how much you love having my cum on your tongue.”

She eagerly nods, barely mustering a response. “Yes, Madame. Please.”

Her tongue darts out, and she flicks the firm tip over my clit. She licks through my pussy at a slow torturous pace. Her gaze not breaking from mine, she does it again and again—dragging the warm, wet flat of her tongue through me. She licks through me again and places a soft wet kiss around my clit.

“You feel so fucking good,” I pant as her hands slide up my body. Cupping both my breasts, she kneads at them as she continues to delicately lick and suck at my pussy. Every swipe of her tongue works to pull my release from me.

I feel the rapid pounding of my heart as I squeeze my hand over hers. Using her whole body for momentum, she fucks me with her face. “Mmmmm,” she groans into me as her tongue swirls over my soft skin, and the vibrations nearly do me in.

Making an O with her mouth, she encircles my clit and sucks ever so lightly. The subtle pressure has me on edge. An edge I barely cling to when she flicks her tongue over my clit between the soft bouts of suction.

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