Page 90 of Their Domme

Saturday

Isat on the kitchen stool watching Ansel cook breakfast while Rhodes smoked his morning cigarette outside. My fingers traced the rim of the coffee mug in front of me as I let myself get lost in thoughts of tangled limbs, dirty talk, and the fucking stretch as they pushed me to my limits… Rhodes and Ansel sharing me last night and this morning was something that would stay in my mind for days to come.

“Liebling?”

“Hmm?” I asked, grabbing my mug and pulling it closer to me. Ansel was watching me with a bemused expression that I’d totally missed at first. “I can have this. One cup, Ansel. The doc said so.”

“I was just asking if you wanted food yet,” he replied with a quiet laugh. The sound of the glass door sliding open came next, then Rhodes rejoined us.

“What’s so funny?”

“I think Liebling was too busy daydreaming about us fucking her six ways to Sunday to tell me if she’s ready to eat or not,” Ansel replied.

“I mean, you both were there. Can you blame me?” I shrugged, not the least bit embarrassed to admit that was exactly what I was doing.

“Oh god, knowing you fucked my dad and Rhodes in theory was bad enough,” Emmerich’s voice rang out from behind me. “Please don’t give more details. If this is how it’s going to be from now on, I’m yelling out a warning before I get to the doorway.”

“Solid yet dramatic solution,” I deadpanned, and Em gave me a cocky, lazy smirk.

“Don’t flirt with me, Nic.” Emmerich waved a dismissive hand. “You have a full plate and then some. Plus, I don’t want to see my dad’s dick. Ever.”

“Wondering how you’ll measure up against him? I could make a comparison chart,” I teased, and he flipped me off and grabbed the stool to my right while Rhodes settled down on my left.

“Shut up,” Emmerich growled as Ansel tried and failed to cover a laugh by coughing. He jolted at the sound as if it was unfamiliar, but he focused on me instead of looking toward his dad. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“Question, torture, and kill Joe,” I told him with a sharp smile.

“Any plans on how that’s going to happen?” Em asked, eagerly leaning forward.

“I know exactly how I’m going to kill him, and I’ll need some help with it.” I glanced in Rhodes’ direction. “I need you to bring heavy-duty chains and motorcycles. But I need answers first.”

“What the hell are you going to do? Drag his body behind the bike?” Emmerich asked. I just stared at him blankly, and he whistled. “Savage.”

“Where he is right now… Will that work for privacy?” I directed the question at Ansel who was currently placing a full plate in front of me.

“We’d need to find a good place for the motorcycle, but no one will bother us,” he reassured me. “Eat.”

Picking up the toast, I dug in, not about to fight with someone who willingly cooked me food. The men around me started talking about business I had no real interest in as I thought over the man I was about to see for the first time in five years.

I had thought he was my dad until just a few days ago. Now, he was just the bastard that had bought me, the head of the group of people who had kidnapped me as a child. Part of me wondered if I was broken because not one part of me wanted to know about the family I had been taken from. That life was so far away that there was no way I’d ever be that girl. I was a whore. A killer. It wasn’t like I was great material for a long-lost daughter coming home.

Reaching for my coffee, I realized that I had finished it at some point and let out a long frustrated sigh.

“No more.” I glared up at Ansel’s firm statement, already thinking about stabbing him with the knife on my plate. “Go ahead and try.”

I huffed. “It’s not fun if you’re expecting it.”

“I can see last night was great bonding time,” Em remarked sarcastically. “You might need to step up your game.”

“What happened last night?” a deep, rumbling voice asked, then Vas was right behind me. I turned around to face him with a wide smirk. “No, wait, nope. Don’t tell me.”

“Aww, you’re no fun.”

“Not what you said last time I was balls deep inside of you,” he shot right back at me.

“I don’t really recall saying that…” I tapped a finger to my chin as if I were trying to remember. “When did you get back, by the way?”

“Last night, late. Crashed right when I got back since Sacha and Bodhi are coming back this morning instead.”

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