Page 89 of Deadlier Obsessions

I’m actually kinda proud of our ladies, because they’re not letting him off the hook easily, but they’re doing it in a way all of us can enjoy… well, maybe except Mav.

“If he saw all this shit,” I murmur to Sebastian, not needing to finish my sentence, because we both know he’d be running for real this time.

“Do you think he’s sleeping at all, or wondering what the fuck they’ll do to him?” Sebastian replies, watching the girls prance merrily out of the store, and head back along the row of expensive boutiques. We follow, but stay a few feet behind, so we can give them at least the perception of freedom, and space, while in truth they have none.

“He’s probably being a smug ass and figuring they won’t be that mean, or he’ll enjoy it all, but yeah, I’m not sure if he will allow himself to, even though I think if he peeled that fucking label off that he insists on wearing, he could expand his horizons.”

“I don’t think it’s his horizons they plan on expanding, man. Still, I’m kinda intrigued to watch them,” Sebastian gestures as they hurry into another store, and this time they hold uptheir hands to tell us to wait outside. We nod, but follow thirty seconds later, because we’re not falling into that trap again. It’s a jewelry store, and they’re looking at rings. What the fuck? They didn’t like the rings we got them? We share a look and head over to hear what they’re up to. Are they exchanging them or something?

“Let me get this straight, you need five rings? This doesn’t make any sense.”

Lucy laughs breezily. “Yeah, it’s easy, see, two bride versions and three groom ones. Stel, am I stuttering?”

Stella giggles, leaning on the counter to point at something. “Five of this one, three for men.”

The smartly dressed girl they’re addressing frowns with confusion, but let’s face it, it’s a huge fucking commission for her, so she should just get on with it.

“I’d need their ring sizes, I’m afraid. Rings aren’t exactly generic. I can measure your fingers easily enough, but really I need to do the same with the grooms. Grooms, this is some kind of double wedding with a spare?”Ouch. That actually fucking hits me where it hurts. Hasn’t that been my fear all along?

“We’re two of the grooms,” I say, standing beside our ladies, who gasp and cover the glass case, so we can’t see the ring they chose.

“Dammit, Gage. You were supposed to wait outside!” I pet Stella on the head, which just earns me a smacked hand and a shiny new glare.

“Look, we don’t have to look, baby, but she can measure our fingers, and Mav’s hands are kinda like mine. If his doesn’t fit right, we can force it on.”

The teller gasps, shaking her head. “Never force it.”

“That’snotwhat she said,” Lucy mutters before both our ladies start giggling. Sebastian steps up between them, a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Sorry if we’re ruining a surprise, ladies, but this will be easier with our sizes, right?”

“Pretty sure they already know our sizes, baby.”

The teller’s eyes widen further, and she glances around the store, like she’s looking for help.

I rest a palm on the glass counter, taking a second to read her name tag.

“Emily, is it? Look, Emily, this might sound weird as hell, but at the end of the day, you’re getting a commission for five ring sales here. You want that commission, right?” She nods, like I knew she would, so I lift out my black Amex again and pass it to her.

“Charge them to this card, and take our measurements, and give us a ring sizer, and we’ll phone in with his size. How’s that?”

Her shoulders soften a little and she nods again, taking the card from me, while I dodge the glares of both our ladies. So I took control again, and I’m paying again. Sue me.

“Of course, sir. I’ll just get the paperwork started.”

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

MAV

‘Wait for us on your knees,’she said, so here I am like some fucking ass backwardsChristian Greydoing exactly that. This must be what it feels like to be waiting for the guard to come get you in the hours before your execution. Yeah, I’m being a fucking drama queen, but I swear my heart might beat out of my damn chest. I don’t think they’re planning anything crazy, but this alone has me in a frenzy. A man like me doesn’t kneel. He doesn’t fucking submit. He is the dominant one, taking what he wants, and growling orders. I like it that way. This is not something I’d ever want, but for my women, fuck, I’d do anything for them. To not only keep them, but for Lucy and Stella to want to be here. That’s the key. We could lock them up forever, we’re certainly capable of it. If either of them lose that mixture of lust and love when they look at me, I think it’d kill me. I don’t want to lose that and that’s what will get me through tonight. I fucked up. I brought this on myself, and I’ll pay the price.

The door opens and Gage, as well as Sebastian, walk in and plop down in the chairs across the room from the bed. I glare at one and then the other. “Really?”

Gage grins while he runs his tongue over his lip ring. “Really, Sweet Cheeks. You think there’s any chance I’d miss this?”

Stella walks into the room, drops a large bag on the floor, with Lucy beside her, and whatever rude comment I was planning to make slips from me, as my brain fucking short circuits.

Both of them are dressed in matching black bras that appear to be leather, the material crossing over the chest. The matching black panties have straps on each thigh, also crisscrossing, and matching fishnet thigh-highs and heels. Fuck. Those heels would be so much fun to fuck them in.

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