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His jaw clenched.
“After all this is over, you don’t push me away. I need you in my life. You’re the only family I have left.”
“Done.”
She breathed a sigh of relief and smirked. “You think you can handle me?”
“I should be asking you that.”
She’d bring this man to his knees, even if it was just for tonight.
The corner of his mouth turned up. “Didn’t you say you liked to submit?”
“You have to earn my submission.”
Obsidian eyes transformed into dark pools of lust as he growled, “Challenge accepted.”
His mouth crashed against hers, soft lips tangling and merging, sending explosions rocketing through her consciousness. Yes! Finally! The tension at the back of her head increased, prickling tingles of pain morphed with desire. Her body propelled from her grey existence into technicolor as her senses burst awake.
She raked her teeth over his bottom lip—hard.
He groaned, picking her up and walking her into the bedroom. “You like to play rough, huh?”
“I told you, you couldn’t handle me,” she teased, catching her breath.
His hands released her, and she free-fell for a second, gasping before she landed on the soft comforter of the four-poster bed.
He whipped off his shirt, his rich umber skin glistening in the low light of the room. Tattoos wound around his defined pecs and along each arm into sleeves with a mixture of gears, machinery, and car parts in dark ink.
His eyes raked over her, making her skin burn with the fire of a thousand suns. Suddenly the short dress and fishnet stockings were too much clothing. She wanted them off, needed his gaze worshipping her flesh.
Link unbuckled his belt, letting it hang open in invitation as if he had all the time in the world. He bit his bottom lip, reaching for the zipper on the side of her knee to her laced-up boots. The sound of the zipper was somehow erotic and he slowly slipped the boot off her leg. Cool air rushed over the newly exposed skin. He repeated the motion with the other shoe before climbing onto the bed, crawling towards her.
“Get closer to the headboard,” he directed.
She turned around on all fours, giving him a nice view of her exposed panties as she obeyed.
Smack!
The sting on her ass made her inhale a sharp breath.
“Get on your back.” His low voice, with barely held control, made her thighs clench.
She wiggled her ass in challenge. If he wanted her to do as he said, he’d have to make her. She was the cat in this scenario, and he the mouse. He just didn’t know it yet. Emma needed the control—it was the only way to protect her heart.
Large hands massaged her ass, kneading it roughly. Emma whimpered. She’d have fingerprint bruises tomorrow, and she’d proudly carry his mark for as long as it lasted.
Another zipper undone—this time it was the one to her dress. The fabric pooled onto the bed before he dragged it down her legs. He straddled her calves. Arching her back, she pressed into him. His hard arousal rubbed against the spot she needed it most.
She moaned.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Pain burned her backside, arousal pooling in her soaked panties. She fisted the soft bedsheets.
“You like that, you dirty girl?” Link asked, sounding surprised and pleased.
“Yes. I can take whatever you want to give me.”
