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vice versa, appealing to my newfound kink awareness?

“I recall this…I would like that very much.”

I worry my lips, hiding my face from his probing gaze. “Do you want to watch someone else…fuck me?”

“Absolutely not. Over my dead body.”

“Then what do you mean by sharing me?”

Faron inhales a heavy breath and pinches the bridge of his nose. There’s a moment of silence and then he sighs.

“It would make me happy to involve others in your sexual experiences. To give you pleasure using various sexual practices. And to do it in the presence of others.”

And then my final question rattles him even more than the others. He goes visibly stiff next to me when I say, “Could we invite Roman and West?”

Chapter 22

We return to Antwerp that evening. Faron worked on the train and I napped after nearing exhaustion from the arduous day of walking the streets of Paris and only a few hours of sleep last night.

But the time we spent together today was romantic, and no matter what happens from here on out, it is something I’ll cherish for the rest of my life. Although Faron hadn’t shut down completely when I brought up interest in his brothers, there was a noticeable emotional distance that had been created by the time we stepped back inside Faron’s home.

“I’m going to the office to make a few phone calls. Why don’t you get ready for tonight? We’ll have dinner out and then I’ll take you to the club.”

“Okay,” I reply, climbing the stairs with an armful of shopping bags from the spree Faron took me on in Paris. “What time should I be ready?”

I stop midway up the stairway and glance back down to find Faron staring after me, his face indiscernible. I worry that I’ve somehow made things uncomfortable between us. Me and my stupid mouth. I should have been fine with having Faron all to myself.

“I’ll be back here by nine-thirty. And Gemma, I’ve made arrangements for your flight home. You leave tomorrow.”

It hits me square in the chest, the words as sharp as an axe being thrown at a target.

I frown, my brows pinching together. “You what? You’re sending me home so soon?”

He seems antsy for me to leave. “Yes, we’ve already discussed this. The sooner the better so we can finalize things and get what we came for.”

Something in my brain shuts off. I can’t seem to find the words to ask for further clarification. Didn’t he just claim me as his? And now he can’t get rid of me soon enough.

My heart drops to my toes. It feels battered and bruised, clinging to life support from a man who runs hot and cold and basically just gave me my walking papers.

I’m about to ask if he means he’s coming with me or I’m going alone, but he’s already left the room, heading to the garage door out the side of the house. Leaving me behind as if it’s the easiest thing in the world to do.

Dumping out all the articles of lingerie and clothing he purchased me today, I sift through the pile, pulling off tags and choosing the perfect outfit for the club. Articles from La Perla and Agent Provocateur scatter across the bed in a rainbow of colors and styles.

As I step out of the shower, I try to decide if I want to dress to make Faron extremely jealous tonight or if I want him to beg for me to stay.

This time I don’t have Serene to help me get ready, and I wonder if she has the day off or maybe she’s on holiday. Either way, I curl my long auburn hair and let it cascade down my back in sexy, loose waves.

Better to grip and pull.

Oh God. All I can think about now is sex.

What is it about Faron and this new brand of kink and fetish lifestyle that resonates so deeply with me? Last night, he educated me on the various types of BDSM, fetish roles and sex toys used to stimulate and arouse during sex, providing both pain and pleasure. And then he even demonstrated on me, not only with the light bondage, but also clamps on both my nipples.

I touch my nipple through the silk of my robe, the sensation running straight to my clit that throbs in memory of his actions. Picking up the black lace and fishnet teddy, with its plunging V-neckline that opens to expose my cleavage and belly, with a built-in choker collar and G-string