Page 188 of Indulge

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I force myself to sit still, to look unaffected, but the truth burns low in my chest. It shouldn’t matter. It’s a game, hers, not ours. But hearing it said aloud twists something sharp in me.

Reggie doesn’t move, doesn’t even blink.

He doesn’t have to.

She stands, adjusting the strap of her lingerie, and that simple movement feels like victory claimed. Like she just pinned my heart to the floor with a smile.

I drop my gaze, jaw tight, tongue pressing hard against the back of my teeth to keep from saying something stupid.

Not because I’m jealous.

Because I hate losing control.

And that’s what she does to me—undoes every ounce of discipline I’ve spent a lifetime building.

When she walks to the next door, I see it in the quiet sway of her hips, the ghost of a smirk she tries to hide. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Come on,” she says softly. “Round two.”

Her voice is steady, but there’s a flicker in her eyes when she glances back at me.

Maybe she feels it too—the shift, the charge, the promise that this isn’t over.

I stand, breathing through the sting of loss.

Fine.

He got the first one.

But the next?

That’s mine.

I’ll win it back, even if it kills me.

And as the door to the next room swings open, I’m already plotting how to take back the lead.

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Cool air brushes against my skin as I step inside the second room.

This room is different. Holy, almost.

A cathedral for control.

Except I’ve made it kinky and full of sin.

They both follow without a word.

Rowan looks focused, and Reggie’s jaw ticks like he’s already calculating how to win.

He closes the door behind us, and I spin to face them.

“Go on then, who won?” I ask.

“Me,” Reggie says.

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