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Pet: A Dark Menage Romance

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“Yeah,” she finally said. “It’s a little crazy. But I like it on you.”

I toyed with my hair. It was the same length. Blown out to perfection.

Except now it wasn’t blonde anymore. It was pastel. Somewhere between gray and lavender.

“It’s weird,” I giggled, and she agreed.

I paid the hairdresser who was so excited she could barely shut up. She kept telling me how great I looked, but I felt self-conscious as fuck. I’d never really done anything that drastic with my appearance, and it felt awkward. It didn’t feel like me. But what King wanted, King got.

I couldn’t wait for him to see it, but I was really nervous that he wouldn’t like it.

“Makes your eyes pop,” Maria said encouragingly, and I twisted my mouth into a frown.

“I don’t know,” I muttered.

“You’re really hung up on your hair right now?” she asked me, and I give her an I-feel-so-sorry-for-myself look. She sighed. “Listen, you just let go of the last part of you before him. Before King. Now you’re really his. Only his.”

I liked that, I liked it a lot.

She walked me to the apartment building and kissed my cheek before getting into a cab.

“Say hi for me,” she said, and I rolled my eyes. “Give him a kiss from me.”

“You wish,” I said, and she laughed as the taxi took off.

The doorman stared at me just like he always did, but I wondered if he was really even surprised anymore with all the scenarios he’d seen me in. I took the elevator upstairs.

My heart pounded painfully as I got off on our floor, and knocked on the door, like King had told me to do.

He didn’t go to the salon with me that time. Told me to surprise him. The only instructions he gave me was that there needed to be a change.

He opened the door, towering over me. I looked at the floor while his eyes drank me in. His fingers went to my tresses and he tugged on the conditioned locks.

“Well, fuck,” he said, and pulled me inside the apartment.

I sat down on the couch self-consciously, unable to meet his eyes.

“I…” I stared at the floor. “I wasn’t sure you’d like it. It’s not very… classy.”

“Since when do I like classy?” he asked, and I finally looked up at him.

His eyes were sparkling.

“We’ll look really weird together now,” I giggled. “The businessman and the girl with the purple hair.”

“I like purple,” he grinned.

“I know.”

He made me get up and held me close. I looked into his eyes and stifled my laughter. It felt like he was doing the same thing.

“I like it a lot,” he said, and I nodded. “It looks like… I don’t know, it just looks like you. Special.”

I stared at him. He was never like this. Never this sweet, or this open. I had to take the chance and run with it.

“I wanted to ask you something,” I said. So softly he tipped my chin back and stared into my eyes.

“Louder, Pet,” he told me, and I blushed at his words.

“I… I don’t want you to get mad,” I whispered.

His fingers tightened on my chin and I looked at him desperately. From the hardness in his eyes I knew he was aware of what my question was going to be.

“You want to fuck him again,” he said, matter-of-factly.

“Stranger,” I said. “Yes, I do.”

He glared at me. He was really fucking angry, I could tell.

“Do you think you could find him?” My heart was beating so fast. So painfully fast.

“Probably,” he got out through gritted teeth. “You really want it?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Fine,” he bit out. “Whatever you want, Pet.”

He made a move to get away, but I held on to his hand and he let me pull him back.

“I want you both,” I whispered. My cheeks bloomed with color as he stared at me.

“Both?” King repeated. “At the same time?”

“Y-yes,” I answered.

He was quiet for a while. His fingers were rigid in my hand.

“We’ll see,” he grunted.

“I…” I looked up at him. Desperate. “I want you both to fuck me. Not watch as the other one does it.”

“Yeah,” he hissed. “I fucking got that, Pet.”

“Under one condition,” I added, and he stared at me.

“A condition?” he said. “You want me to fucking share you, and you have a condition?”

“Yes.” I smiled softly. “I want you to fuck my ass. Because it’s about fucking time.”Twenty-FiveStrangerI’d never really been hung up on a girl before.

Especially not one like her.

I’d beaten off to the thought of her so many times it felt like I’d fucked her every day since the day I met her. The feeling of being inside her tight ass was imprinted on me, and I couldn’t get through a single fucking day without touching myself just for her.

Not that I had anything fucking else to do, anyway.



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