Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
She shook her head, her eyes wide. “Nuh-uh.”
“I think I will. You keep disobeying me.”
Loki watched him closely.
“Have you got a gag? Maybe a silk scarf?” He aimed the question at Loki, not Isa.
Loki looked at Isa. “You’ve talked about limits?”
“No. Good point.” And another sign that Loki might be a Dom. “Baby? Is gagging a hard limit?”
She seemed to think about that before her shoulders slumped and she shook her head.
“Good.”
“I have something that might work.” Loki walked off, still frowning, thinking.
“What are you doing?” Isa asked him quietly.
“Do you trust me, baby? Do you trust that I want what’s best for us?”
He knew it wasn’t fair to press her like this. She hadn’t known him long enough to trust him like that.
But he really wanted her to trust him.
“I . . . I think you want to take care of me. And you said you’d uncomplicate things. Although this feels very complicated. But . . . I’ll trust you.”
God. This girl.
She was everything.
“I’m getting us all what we want. Just keep the faith, baby.”
Loki walked back in, carrying what looked like a soft blanket with the head of a teddy bear attached in the middle of the blanket. There was a pacifier attached to the blanket.
Loki stared at him for a long moment, obviously trying to see how he would react.
“Good plan. A gag without it being an actual gag.” He nodded to Isa, and Loki handed her the pacifier.
Isa was bright red, but she took it without a word, putting the pacifier into her mouth and sucking.
“So you don’t deserve her and you don’t trust yourself,” Remy repeated Loki’s words.
Loki flinched and looked away. “I’m too fucking volatile too. My brain . . . sometimes I don’t always think before I do stuff. I won’t risk Isa. I’d never risk her.”
She stared up at Loki with wide eyes. They had a sheen to them, but she didn’t let the tears fall.
Loki turned to glare at Remy. “I wasn’t there for her after the accident. Which is just more proof that I can’t be what she needs. So I’ve tried to step back. I let you take her out to dinner. I encouraged her to go. I’ve tried to be the better person. To give her what she needs.”
“Which is?”
“Someone stable. A Daddy Dom who will take care of her Little. Cherish and protect her. But I’m too fucking selfish. She’s mine.” The words were spat at Remy.
“She’s mine too.” Remy said the words calmly. He let them settle in the room.
He didn’t look at Isa. If he did, he’d relent and let her speak and this next part needed to be said.
“And I think we can both say that this is tearing her apart. Both of us wanting her. Her wanting us back. She feels guilty, like she’s betraying you. And hurting me. And that’s not acceptable.”
Loki’s eyes went wide as Isa made a sad, soft noise.
Remy shot her a look. “It also appears to be tearing her up not being able to talk.”
“She’s never been good at staying quiet.”
Now that glare was aimed at Loki.
“I’m claiming her.” Remy gave Loki a steady look.
Loki’s hands clenched into fists. He was close to the edge. That was fine. Remy could take whatever he threw at him.
“And I’m claiming you too.”
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The words rocked through Loki, almost sending him stumbling.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
And I’m claiming you too.
Um. No. That wasn’t happening.
What was Remy even saying?
He glanced over to Isa who was gaping at them both, her mouth open, the pacifier now in her lap. Her mouth closed, then opened. Then closed again.
What the hell did he say?
He’d never had to turn down a man before? This was new and unchartered territory. Remy could be a good-looking guy . . . if Loki was into dick.
But he was not.
“Dude, that’s nice and all. I’m flattered, seriously. I’m sure you’ve got a good one and all. That your wee-willy-winkie isn’t that wee. You’re probably considered a total catch. But I’m not into meat and two veg, I’m more into Mary-Ellen than I am into Lil’ Billy.”
Isa started to giggle. “You look so scared over the idea of seeing his cocktail sausage and coconuts.”
“Coconuts?” Remy raised an eyebrow. “They’re not coconuts. And I’d like to know why everyone keeps calling him wee or little or a cocktail sausage? Really? You couldn’t have gone for a normal-sized sausage?”
“Hmm, is it normal-sized? I mean . . . given the rest of the package . . . ” Isa ran her gaze over him.
“With feet that size, it can’t be that small,” Loki commented.
“Okay, I’m starting to get a headache,” he muttered.
Really? Loki was starting to feel amused. Which was something he did not expect to feel right now.
“If we could get back to the topic,” Remy said.