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His jaw muscles flexed. “Novak.”

“Maybe,” she agreed. “Though Damien didn’t know I was a thief, and if Novak was helping him, wouldn’t he have told Damien everything Interpol knew or suspected about me?”

“True.” Landon was frowning in thought.

“Damien’s conclusion was that I’d been a topless server at a sex club, and the marks were men…testing…what they could do before purchasing some other woman’s services.”

“Was this before or after he concluded you were a virgin?”

“After.”

“But he bit you because I had.” Landon’s expression was grim.

“He bit me because he was a psychopath,” she snapped, not about to lose Landon to guilt-wallowing.

He nodded once, then started to sit up. “This raises some more questions about exactly what Novak’s role was. I fucking know he’s?—”

Colette pressed her finger to his lips. “Landon?”

He raised brow, relaxing back onto the bed.

“I don’t want to talk about Interpol right now.”

His eyes traced down to her lips.

“I would like my Dom, who now knows all my hard limits, new and old, to touch me. I want you to erase the memory of every other man from my body with your hands.”

FORTY-FOUR

Landon rolled off the bed, and for a terrible minute she thought he was going to leave.

He had every right to take a minute. For her, his touches had both soothed and excited. She wanted hot, messy sex, now that she’d finally released the dark ghosts that had slipped into her soul.

She wasn’t naive enough to think that never again would her heart beat fast in remembered fear. But right now, what she wanted was to feel like, and be treated like, the woman she’d been before.

Still, Landon had every right to step back. Process.

Colette sat up. “If you want?—”

Landon grabbed her knees, turning her ninety degrees and hauling her ass to the edge of the bed. Apparently he hadn’t been leaving, he’d been repositioning. “What I need,” he growled, “is to fuck you until you don’t remember your own name.”

“You think you can?” Her taunt was laughable, because the words came out breathless and needy.

Landon pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside. Then he gripped both her ankles in one hand, propping them on his shoulder. “This isn’t a scene. No kink, no power exchange.”

He reached down and smacked her exposed ass.

“You say that…while spanking me?”

He smacked her other ass cheek, the sound bouncing off the hard walls. “Vanilla people spank.”

“I truly think we don’t know what vanilla is…” Her words became a moan as he spanked each ass cheek twice more.

“I know I’m going to fuck you hard, and I expect you to give as good as you get.” He jerked her legs apart, hiking her knees up around his hips and forcing her hips up off the mattress.

“You want me to spank you?” she gasped.

“No.” He released her legs to unzip his pants, and she squeezed her knees around him to keep herself in place. “But I want to have nail marks down my back when we’re done.”