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My mind raced with a new plan.
One that’d begun the moment Victor thought he was helping by making Henri rape Rachel. “You said you were ready to play….You said you’re done with this place and your past, and…if that’s true, I have an idea.”
He wrenched back. Flicking a look at the camera in the corner of the bathroom pointing directly at the shower, he ducked his head by my ear. “We’ve already talked for too long. It’ll start to look suspicious if we don’t either fuck or I do something cruel.” His face scrunched up. “And I can’t hurt you again. Not tonight. To be honest, I’ll probably struggle for the rest of my life—”
“And that’s why you have to. Don’t you see?” I reached between us and grabbed his hard cock.
He hissed between his teeth as I jerked him off. “You want me to hurt you? After everything?”
“Victor thinks he’s helping free you. He expects you to be ‘cured’ from your little love disease. So…let him cure you.”
“What?” He stilled my hand, wrapping his fingers around mine. “You expect me to forget tonight? Forget this? Forget how I feel about you?”
“Not forget…pretend.” I squeezed him.
His eyes snapped shut.
Biting the shell of his ear, I whispered, “Play with me, Hen. Be the worst Master you can be so Victor trusts you. Do whatever it takes to convince him that you’re his.”
His entire body turned to stone. “What are you saying?” He yanked my hand off his erection. “Stop that. I can’t think with you touching me.”
“I’m saying you need to be the Master Victor wants you to be. Distract him. Mislead him. Keep his eyes on you instead of on…other things.”
“Other things?”
“He obviously cares for you. Even Rachel said she’s never seen him be this friendly with another.”
He groaned and closed his eyes. “Please don’t mention her name. I feel sick to my stomach for hurting her. Yet another woman I was forced to—” He pressed his lips together as if fighting his natural inclination to purge. “I—” His lashes flashed up. “I need you, Ily. Promise me. Promise me that it’s just us from now on.” Nuzzling into my neck, he pushed me higher up the wall and notched his cock against my entrance. “Tonight never happened, alright? Victor didn’t happen. Rachel didn’t happen. Only this.” He pushed slowly, carefully. “Only us.”
My lips parted as he filled me.
My eyes rolled back at the exquisite sensation of penetration.
Clinging to him, I panted as he slid all the way in.
We moaned in unison.
So much, so full, so right.
I clenched around him.
He groaned and pressed his forehead to mine, but he didn’t move. He just stayed deep and still, letting our bodies adjust, remember, and reaffirm that this was it.
No one else.
Just us.
Tears trickled over my cheeks as I held his stare. “You’re wrong, you know.”
He scowled. “Wrong about what?”
“That I hate you.”
He froze, his eyes filling with panic. “I don’t expect you to tell me things you don’t mean. Don’t lie to me. I won’t be able to stand it—”
“Mujhe tumase pyaar hai.” Leaning forward, I kissed him. “It means…I love you.”
His legs buckled. He almost dropped me. Slamming a hand against the wall, he staggered sideways before pinning me against the tiles again. His voice cracked. “What?”
