Page 122 of Sunrise

“I slept well enough,” Vault says, but he’s getting closer to me now. I can’t see much of anything in the dark. “You snore, did you know that?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Like cutting logs with a chainsaw. You also talk in your sleep,” he says, even closer to me.

My heart races a little faster. He’s like a wolf prowling in a dark cave around me. “And… what did I say?”

His voice rises in pitch to sound more feminine. “Vault is the best dick I ever had. He’s so handsome and hung.”

Laughter blasts out of me. He sounds ridiculous. And cute. “Oh yeah? What else did I say?”

“I love Vault so much.” His high-pitched voice cracks. “He’s so sexy and smart.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm hmm. You must have been dreaming of me.” He’s so close I can feel his breath on my neck and body heat against my latex outfit. He’s lit up every atom I possess by crawling to me in the dark like this.

“Help me out of this thing,” I say in a partial whisper.

“My pleasure, Mistress.” He finds the zipper in the back of my bodysuit and peels it down. The material sticks to my skin. I don’t normally wear this particular ensemble but wanted a lot of coverage lastnight.

“Take me to the shower,” I demand softly.

Vault scoops me into his arms and walks through the pitch-black room easily. It takes him a hot minute to find the doorknob, but once he gets us into the bathroom, he turns the light on.

I squint against the brightness, burying my face in his shirt. It brings me back to last night when he carried me to my room. The smell of him, his heat, his hard body, protective arms, even the way he breathes comforts me. “I love you.”

Vault sets me down, and the bathroom tile is so cold, it sends goosebumps rippling all over me. “I love you, too.” His response is quiet. Controlled.

Sincere.

If I want a huge, over the top proclamation of love and soul mates, it will never come from Alex. He’s not built for it. Knox is the man with the dramatic flair. Alex is subtle. Intense. Poetic in his simplicity.

I love youfrom his mouth is like opening the earth’s core and seeing the center burning hot. Hearing Knox confess it is like strapping yourself to a rocket and blasting through the milky way. Both are incredible.

“Did you find anything?” I don’t know why I’m asking about my ex-sub in the middle of such a nice way to wake up, but it’s already eating at me. Vault was sitting on the opposite side of the room, so I couldn’t see what he was doing. The minute I woke up, he’d closed the laptop. But his possessiveness is practically rolling off him in waves, which leads me to believe he was searching for the man who haunts me.

“Not yet,” he says in a dark, frustrated tone.

He will though. If anyone can find ChristopherRivetti, it’s Vault. He can dig up dirt on everyone and anyone. He missed his call as a private investigator.

Then again, maybe he won’t find anything at all. Maybe Chris is dead in a desert somewhere, never to be found again. Or… he changed his identity, like me.

A shiver runs over me that has nothing to do with the cool bathroom.

“Shower with me,” I say, but it sounds like a question.

“Of course, Mistress.”

“Stop calling me that.” I wrap my hand around his neck and rest my head against his chest. “Please.”

He tucks me into his arms and holds me. The shower starts to steam up the bathroom. Vault pries me off him and just as the sting of rejection sets in, he strips out of his clothes.

“Come on, baby.” He guides me into the shower.

It feels so good.

Tipping my head back under the spray of hot water, I rehash what I did at the club last night—anything prior to that is still too raw for me to poke at or dissect. For the first time ever, I didn’t participate in any club activities. I even canceled all my sessions and gave the clients to other Dommes, which I’m sure pissed some members off.

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