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A harsh bitterness twists my insides when he takes that anticipation and pleasure away from me because I didn’t know right until that moment of loss, how much I wanted it, craved it.
Asshole. I grit my teeth and push away from him. I’m not dealing with this yo-yo shit anymore.
But he doesn’t let me stand up. He keeps me pinned in place, his fingers digging into my hip. His eyes are masked now. Instead of sparks of lust, I see something darker, more sinister, glowing in the depths.
His voice hums against my skin, his hard expression a thinly veiled threat. “Rule number one, you do exactly what I say.”
SEVEN
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She looks at me, her blue eyes big, making offers I don’t think she’s entirely aware of.
“What do you want me to do?”
I take in a sharp breath and it does nothing to alleviate the build of heat between us. The word everything pushes at me, and it’s the kind of everything that comes soaked in sex.
I dip in close to her, so if the place is wired for sound, my response won’t bring unwanted attention.
“This situation is dangerous and I need to get you off this damn yacht.” I keep my voice level, distant, even in a whisper. “I’m not who you think I am. I’m here to help you.”
Then I sit up and smooth a strand of hair away from her face.
And it’s like I never fucking spoke.
She half smiles, a dreamy look in her eyes. “What’s rule number two?”
“There’s only one, Dakota.”
A slight wickedness lights up the blue.
Oh, fuck.
She’s still high.
I breathe her in, the perfumed scent teasing my nostrils. Her lips part in an age-old invitation, one that heats my blood.
I want her. There’s no denying that fact. It would be so easy to take her, here and now, just fuck her stupid and she’d let me do anything and everything to her.
Like is answering like.
We want to fuck.
It’s a pull, an undercurrent, a knowledge that permeates the air.
I don’t know how experienced she is, but I’m betting she’s had way less sex than the image she puts forth. Not that it matters to me. She’s my fucking friend’s daughter—that’s the only thing that keeps me from bending her over and driving into that soft, tight pussy.
But it’s there, the awareness, the desire, the attraction. It has nothing to do with sweet thoughts of love, but darkness and need. And I’m going to use it, twist it, turn it, anything to keep her close.
And she will obey because it’s in her, that need for a man to dominate, take her in hand, tame her, discipline her, teach her to obey and give.
I’ve played enough kink games to recognize it. But this is the first fucking time I really get it. That genuine pull into something specific beyond mere Dom and sub. The need to control, to protect, to take and punish. To soothe.
She’s that fucking pretty.
I can see why the senator wanted a piece of her. Dared put his hands on her. But if he tries again, I’ll make good on my threat and destroy him. Tear his limbs from his body one by one.
“I have to do what you say?”
