Chapter 6Noelle gripped her steering wheel, staring through her windshield at the condo. It had been over a month since she had seen Dante’s place, and the lump that formed in her throat made her eyes burn. She missed him. More than she’d ever thought possible. She missed the sound of his voice, the way he smiled at her, the long fingers he’d used to touch her when she gave him permission. She missed the breathy thank yous that finished their sessions, the shouts of pleasure when he came. She missed his laugh. The smell of his hair. His mouth.
She missed all of him.
When the box had arrived at her apartment with the collar, sheath, and c**k ring inside, she’d cried. He hadn’t sent a note with it. No note was necessary. It’s over, the gesture said. Move on.
And she tried. She did. It did
