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Good. I want her off balance. I don’t want her to know what to expect.

I pull her against my chest. She’s stiff at first, but exhaustion wins out, and she lets herself be held. She’s right where she was always supposed to be.

“You did so well.” I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Such a good girl for me.”

She laughs. “I don’t know why your condescending pet names turn me on so much.”

“Get used to it.” I tighten my arms around her. “When you please me, I’ll tell you. When you disobey me, I’ll punish you. And when you submit to me the way you did tonight, I’ll reward you.”

She’s quiet for a moment. Then she lifts her head and looks at me with those ice-blue eyes.

“I’ve been owned by a man before.” Her voice is hoarse from screaming. “It didn’t end well for him, given he’s no longer alive.”

“I’m counting on your fire, kitten.” I brush her hair back from her face. “It’s going to make breaking you so much more satisfying. I went easy on you tonight, but we are far from done.”

She holds my gaze without flinching. “Who says you’ll be the one doing the breaking?”

“Because I’m Dane Sinclair, and I get what I fucking want.”

And I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it.

Chapter 3

WHITNEY

Iwake up alone.

I can’t believe I slept so well, given I haven’t shared a bed with another person before. I guess Dane’s absence means that he doesn’t do the whole morning cuddling bullshit. Good. Neither do I.

I try to sit up, and my entire body screams in protest. My wrists ache where the silk ties left marks. My pussy is sore in a way that makes me very aware of what happened last night. My throat is raw from screaming his name.

Fuck, I’m horny and pissed that he isn’t here right now. I would be willing to sink my aching body to the floor to beg him to fuck me again. It took him less than twenty-four hours to make me a needy slut for him. The bastard.

The gorgeous, sexy bastard who is now my husband. I had no idea he had tattoos on his chest and shoulders, and it makes me even more of a slut for him.

I drag myself out of bed and catch my reflection in the mirror across the room.

Jesus Christ.

My hair is a disaster, and my face is covered in black streaks from my makeup. My ass is definitely going to show handprints for days.

It won’t stop me from pissing him off so he’ll spank me again. God, my pussy is wet again.

I wonder if he has cameras on me. If I fingered myself right now, would he come barreling in here and spank me until I am his good girl again?

The thought makes me wetter, which pisses me off even more.

My marriage to Dane is going to be like living out my favorite pornos.

I’m surprised to find my phone on the dresser. I wasn’t certain he’d let me keep it. It’s ten in the morning, which means I slept longer than I have in years. I have three missed calls from Sloane.

I should have at least sent her a text last night, but everything happened so quickly.

I push the button to call her back, and she answers on the second ring. “Mom? I was getting worried about you. Are you settled in at Harrison’s place?”

Fuck. I told her Harrison was going to buy me. I didn’t want her to worry about me or about the Victor Ashworth situation.

“Actually, baby, there’s been a change of plan.”