Precious Gems - Sierra Hill Page 0,41

our jobs done.

I couldn’t even trust my own family, yet here I am, asking for him to have faith in me.

So, I say the only thing I can to ease his mind. This conversation is no longer about sex, really. It’s about proving my reliability and integrity as a woman. And one that won’t manipulate him to get what I want.

I rub my thumb over his bottom lip before bending down to kiss him, his lips parting as our tongues meet and merge.

When I pull back, I place his hand over my left breast.

“I give you my promise, just as I gave you my body. It’s yours, Faron. I am yours.”

Chapter 21

We spent the rest of the night together, in between rounds of sleep and sex, Faron doing all sorts wicked and sexy things with my body. He introduced me to some light bondage, which he promised he’d play more with when we returned to the club.

I woke up this morning alone in the bed we shared, Faron in an adjoining room on the phone with presumably one of the brothers. I stretched and yawned, taking note of all the spots scattered around my body that I could still feel as a physical reminder of how he handled me last night.

My wrists had faint red abrasions from where he bound them together with a soft nylon rope tied to the headboard above my head as I kneeled, and he fucked me from behind. He whispered the most dirty and filthy things in my ears, suggesting how he couldn’t wait to tie me up and tease my clit in front of an audience.

My face flushes even now as we walk down Saint Germaine-des-pres Boulevard toward the river, where Faron has reserved a tour boat to show me the historical beauty of Paris.

“What has you blushing so pink, little girl?” His arm secures around my waist, a finger digging into a ticklish rib.

I try to jump out of his grip, but he holds me firmly to his side.

“This is the first time I think I’ve ever felt happiness. My childhood was completely devoid of that emotion. But with you, I…”

“Belong.” It’s said without doubt or hesitation. “I understand that well, Gem.”

We stand at the entrance of Pont Neuf, tourists of all nationalities and Parisiennes alike milling around past us, as Faron stops, turning to face me, and anchors my face in his palms.

“I can’t promise you anything long-term, Gemma. I’m not structured that way and have far too many priorities competing for my attention. But I do know that since you’ve entered my life, you’ve captivated me in a way I’m still trying to comprehend. But know this…”

His dark eyes flicker with intensity, the warmth of his palms penetrating my skin and coloring my world with his presence.

“You. Belong. To. Me. And I don’t want to let you go.”

My feet and back ache from the miles of walking we did around Paris. Faron tried his best to give me a well-rounded tour in the short time we had available to us.

He took a picture with me at the Eiffel tower, and we saw the exterior of Notre Dame, the Arc de Triomphe, and the pyramids in the courtyard of the Louvre. I studied these places in high school, but never had the real-life experience to see them for myself.

My first-time in Paris was nothing short of perfect, punctuated by the fact that I got to spend it with the most handsome and beautiful man.

And now as we take the train back to Antwerp, I can’t help but wonder if Faron will take me to the club tonight and fulfill his promises.

With my head on his shoulder and my hand wrapped around his arm, I lift my head to ask him what’s on his mind.

“Will you take me to the Rough Edge tonight?”

My heart pounds in my chest, with anticipation and nerves over his response about taking me back to his private club, hidden inside The Edge nightclub veneers.

He snickers down at me. “Did all the things I said I wanted to do to you there pique your sexual curiosity?”

I nod briskly, eagerly. “Yes. But you mentioned something about sharing me.”

There’s a lump in my throat the size of a mountain, and I’m throwing this question at him without really knowing my own personal feelings about it. Did I want to be shared physically? Would I feel used and vulnerable? Or is the idea of being with other men while Faron watched or