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She doesn’t answer. Holding her chest, she breathes hard and continues to lie there. When she finally collects her scattered brain cells—because I’m damn good at what I do with my mouth—she sits up and peels the dress off her body, only leaving the boots, pasties, and G-string on.

“Thank you, Mistress.” I look up at her and smile with my face glistening. “You taste divine, as always.”

Sophie leans over, hooks her finger on my collar, and drags me to her mouth. We kiss passionately, and my heart starts shooting sparks. The confident smile on her face when she backs off is killer.

“Did you like watching?” she asks, turning her attention to Vault.

“I would have preferred to participate.”

Is that jealousy in his voice, or are my ears deceiving me?

Keeping my gaze locked on Sophie, I turn into the biggest brat on earth. “If you want to taste her. Fuckingearnit.”

Chapter 30

Vault

“Earnit?” My gaze narrows at Knox. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble.”

He flashes a cocky smile. “Then stuff something into it.”

This man is a fucking brat. “You’d like that too much.”

Sophie calmly saunters over to another wall of toys. Plucking a ball gag off the hook, she dangles it playfully at me as a suggestion.

Something in me shakes apart, unexpectedly.

I’m not gagging him.

“No. His mouth will stay busy doing something else.”

Unfazed, Sophie returns the ball gag to the wall and my gaze drifts to Knox again. His subservience annoys me. I don’t want him on the floor like that. I definitely don’t want him gagged. I…

Squeezing my eyes shut, I shove down the demons trying to claw their way out of me. Vault A wants to fuck hard and feel alive. Vault B is overthinking everything. Walking around Knox, I can’t seem to pull myself out of this dangerous headspace. His back is mottled red with several welts. I struck him harder than I meant to. My own back hums with light pain from Sophie’s whip, which Iwelcome. It’s hard for me to feel anything if it's not strong enough to crack through my security walls.

“Do you like being this way?” My tone sounds judgmental even to my ears.

Knox cringes as if I hurt his feelings. “Yes.”

Well, I don’t.

Fuck. I knew he was a sub. I knew he was her pet. But he’s so vulnerable and raw and obedient that I…

I want the Knox thatfights. The one who pushes back. The one who talks shit as fast as he’ll slam you against a wall and kiss the life out of you. I want fire and passion from him. Not this still, quiet, calm, shell of the man I’ve always known.

If this is what he likes… how the fuck do I tell him that I don’t? It’s not fair. I can’t yuck his yum, but I’m not okay with him looking like a beat down boy on his knees.

He’s not you, I remind myself. He’s also no longer the scrawny Knox who was on his knees in front of his father, with his hands behind his head, body bruised and bloody, with a fucking gun in his mouth, either.

Squatting down so we’re eye-level, I want to save him… hurt him… love him and…

“What color are you, Knox?”

He’s guarded because I’ve insulted him and made him feel like shit because I’ve lost my grip already.

“Green as spinach.”

That makes me huff a small laugh, but I’m not happy. I’m just going through the motions, so he doesn’t get more upset with me.

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