Power overher?
“If someone has power over the others, it’s you who holds it over us, Amelia.” I look into her eyes, seeing the worry there. “Needing people in your life isn’t a coping mechanism or unhealthy,” I assure her. “Believe me, havingyourpeople around you to help you cope and to be there for you is more than healthy.”
I watch as a hint of relief softens the tension in her face, her shoulders relaxing. “You really think so?” she asks, hope lacing her voice.
“I know so,” I reply, squeezing her hand a bit tighter. “We’re here for you, Amelia. Always. Through thick and thin, come hell or high water.”
She lowers her gaze, a blush creeping across her cheeks. She mumbles something so softly I can barely hear her. “And what if… what if it’s more than that?”
Curiosity piqued, I reach out, tilting her chin up to meet my gaze. “What is it, Princess?” It comes out soft, like a soothing balm meant to ease whatever worries are swirling inside her beautiful mind.
“Is it… is it still healthy if the need to have you around is… indeed a need?”
My brow furrows at her question, trying to decipher the meaning behind her words. I’ve always felt the pull between us—aneedthat goes beyond mere want. But I’m not quite sure that’s what she means, and I don’t want to assume. “What are you talking about?” I ask, carefully choosing my words to gauge where this is coming from and how to address it without adding to her distress.
She looks so small, so tentative, like a fragile bird ready to take flight at the slightest provocation. “I’m… I don’t know. I’m…fuck.”
My hand cups her cheek, my thumb stroking her soft skin in a gentle, reassuring caress. “You can talk to me about anything,” I reassure her. “There’s nothing you can say that will make me think less of you or push me away.”
“Here goes nothing,” she murmurs before she takes a deep breath. “I’m not used to having this much sex.”
My eyes widen at her confession, surprise coursing through me.
Oh.
Oh.
“Okay, that’s… more than understandable,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady, even as my mind races to catch up with her admission. “I’m sure we can talk to Ollie and Misha about dialing it back… I’m sorry if we are overwhelming you.”
God, we’re fucking idiots.
Of course, having three men who can’t keep their hands to themselves might be too much. We should have been more considerate, more attentive to her comfort levels.
Fuck.
“Oh, my God,no,” Her eyes go wide as she rushes to explain, her words tumbling out in a frantic cascade. “No, it’s the other way around.I promiseit’s not what you’re thinking at all.”
What?
“Amelia, I’m not quite sure I’m still following,” I admit.
Her cheeks flush a deep crimson, and it’s like she is struggling to find the right words. “I… I know you said I shouldn’t talk about other men, but we’re not in bed, so…” She trails off, and I can’t help but chuckle at that.
Good girl, following directions.
“And I’m not fucking you right now, so yes, you are allowed to,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood and put her at ease.
“I never really liked sex,” she admits, looking down at the piano keys, her fingers ghosting over them without pressing down. The confession hangs in the air between us, heavy with implications. “I mean, I never really liked itwith my ex. It was always about what he liked and never about what I liked.”
Wow, what a fucking bastard.
The thought of her being with someone who never cared about her pleasure makes my blood boil. I can’t even fathom having sex with her and not making sure she’s enjoying every moment, every touch, every kiss. She deserves so much more than that, and I’ll be damned if I don’t give her exactly that. She’s mine, and I intend to show her just how good it can be when it’s all about her.
“I mean, I liked the feeling. That’s why I have a vibrator, but I somehow never enjoyed sex with him that much. It always felt… lacking, I suppose.”
“And now youlike… having sex?” I’m genuinely curious about where this conversation is heading, but I’m quite sure the orgasms I witnessed her having weren’t anything but real.
“Nowsex feels like I’m on cloud nine, and I’m addicted to your touch… all of yours. And I’m wondering if this is… maybe an unhealthy addiction.”
