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But then Vienna shocked the hell out of me by grabbing hold of me once more, spinning me around again until my back was against his front, and walking me forward a couple of steps until we were in the archway, able to see the scene and not just hear it.

“What do you see here, Gabriella?” he whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes, allowing a shudder to run through me as his breath tickled my skin, sending a dart of desire running through me.

“I really don’t think we should be watching this, Vienna,” I breathed.

“I promise you, neither of them will mind. What do you see?”

“Your pussy is so fucking tight, Rachel,” Dante grunted. “You were fucking made for me.”

“Yes, Dante,” she panted back.

She was on her knees on one of the small tables, her ass in the air. Dante was pounding into her from behind. I watched him gather up her hair, wrapping it around his wrist and pull her body upwards until they were in a very similar position to Vienna and me.

Just a hell of a lot more enjoyable for them.

“Who do you belong to?” Dante muttered in her ear.

“Why don’t you shut up and show me?” Rachel challenged.

Dante growled back, and I almost whimpered as he threw Rachel back down and delivered slap after slap to her ass.

I’d experienced enough of those to know how much they stung, but Rachel seemed to love each and every one of them. She begged for more, begged for pain, begged for him to fuck her like he hated her.

“You see the trust she has in him?” Vienna murmured to me, his fingers stroking up and down my bare thigh, fingering around the edge of my shorts. “You see how she gives herself to him so freely?”

I nodded because I was incapable of words.

My clit was throbbing, my shorts were soaked, and all I could think about was Vienna taking me in the exact same way.

“She can do that because she knows she’s safe with him. He’s rough with her and hurts her, because she has given him explicit permission to do so. She can relax in the knowledge that she can revoke that permission at any time. They have safe words. If Rachel, for whatever reason, isn’t able to talk, they have safe gestures. It looks like Dante is dominating her and taking control, but all of the control is firmly in Rachel’s hands. She tells him to stop, and you can bet your life on Dante pulling back immediately and taking care of her.”

I could see that.

Even lost in the moment, I could see how Dante watched her. How he analysed every gasp and whimper, how he smoothed over the sting of his spanks. And there was no denying that Rachel was completely at ease with him, letting him take her however he wanted, trusting him so fully.

Vienna’s mouth came closer to my ear, his lips brushing my skin as he spoke.

“That’s what a real relationship looks like, Gabby. That’s a healthy sex life. It doesn’t always have to be as frantic and violent. It doesn’t have to be that position. But it does have to be full of trust. It does need to be with someone who cares about your pleasure more than they care about their own.”

He didn’t need to tell me any of this. I remembered a healthy sexual relationship. I’d had one with him. But it was a nice reminder after so many years of the exact opposite.

I leaned back against him before I’d even realised what I was doing, relishing the feeling of his thick erection pressing into the bottom of my spine. I couldn’t stop my hips from grinding against him. Couldn’t stop the way my pussy throbbed in response to his dangerous groan of approval.

Then I spun around in his arms, looking up at him through my lashes.

“What I’d give to be reminded of what that feels like,” I whispered, rising up onto my tip-toes so my words brushed against his lips.

Vienna groaned again at my words, his arms circling my waist. I felt them tense and knew he wanted to haul me against him, but he was still fighting his instinct to protect me, to shield me, to give me time and space.

“Sometimes I remember,” I said. “Sometimes I remember with such vivid clarity. I remember how it felt to be choked until my vision blackened, only to be revived again and fucked to within an inch of my life. I remember how it felt to have someone worshiping my body, intent on making every inch of my skin tingle with pleasure.”

“Fuck,” Vienna groaned. “You’re killing me here, princess.”

“No,” I smirked. “If I wanted to kill you, I’d tell you how I remember what this feels like, because I used my own memories to get me through some of the worst nights.”

I kissed the corner of his mouth, pressing my chest tighter against him.

“And who do you think was in those memories, Luke?” I asked, deliberately using his real name. Deliberately making the choice to remind him of who he was. Who we were. “Who do you think the man was who did those things to me?”