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“Whether you choose to believe it or not, there are those who enjoy giving up control for a night, a weekend, and even throughout their lives.” I watched her struggling with the information, sensing she’d thought more about it than I’d realized.
“Why?”
“Because it frees them to truly be in control of every aspect of their lives.”
“What about you?” she challenged. “You feed off power, controlling all those around you.”
Now I thought about her question as well as the previous one about my ancestry. “Perhaps you’re right in that it’s in my DNA. My father, my grandfather, and those before them were powerful men. I was taught that was the only way I could survive.”
“Does that mean you’re a killer?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Did I have the capability? Had weaponry been required by my father, including using knives and swords? You bet. “Not recently.”
She eyed me carefully then shook her head, losing some of her defiance. “If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not working.”
“Are you certain about that?” I could tell she wasn’t certain of anything. Maybe neither was I. “I’m a dangerous man, Lark, but certainly not to a beautiful woman. I do have respect and honor.”
“Strangely enough, I believe you. My father still believes women should be seen and not heard.”
“Then your father is a bigger asshole than I thought.”
Lark eyed me warily, taking a few seconds then nodding her approval. “A game room.” She was purposely ignoring my comment. “More toys for little boys, including another collection of swords. A game player.”
Maybe I was just a big kid at heart, but I doubted she was talking about my pool or foosball tables, the two dart boards or the legacy pinball machine I’d found in a secondhand thrift store. And she certainly didn’t seem impressed with the twelve-foot-long bar carved from the finest mahogany, crafted by an artisan.
Still, she sashayed toward the pinball machine, her swinging hips drawing my attention as she knew would happen. She casually sipped her drink as she ran her long fingers across the machine’s surface, finally easing the glass onto the top.
I remained quiet, enjoying my glass of Macallan, a smirk riding my face. Observing her reaction to my world was like watching a game of chess. She was determined to outwit me. She’d become very good at pretending, acting as if she didn’t need anyone in her life. I suspected her stubbornness was a product of whatever mistreatment she’d received from her father. I hated him even more.
She turned to face me, lifting her eyebrows before walking toward the pool table. Every move she made was seductive and on purpose.
“Is that what you think this is, a game?” I asked her.
“Absolutely. You’re attempting to prove a point or win a round with my father. That’s easy to surmise. You think I’m the winning ticket to doing so.”
“You have it all figured out.”
Leaning over, she sorted the balls in the triangle, rolling them a few times before placing them at the starting point. She took cautious steps, handing it to me, a wry smile crossing her face. The little hellion certainly needed to be taught a lesson or two. Then she slowly headed for the cue rack, grabbing a cue of choice, refusing to answer until she’d turned around to face me. “Yes, I believe I do.”
My cock continued to ache, the need to thrust it deep inside her tight pussy building. I studied her as she took several shots, sinking all three balls exactly where she wanted them. My mouth was already watering, my need becoming insatiable. She had no idea what she’d started.
While the banter was entertaining, I was growing weary of disobedience.
“I’m curious. Just what are you planning on doing with me?” she asked, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder. “Sir.” As usual, she added the word with gravel in her mouth.
The woman enjoyed playing with fire, pushing every button. However, the fact she continued to believe she was still in control needed to end. Besides, I was far too hungry to continue playing games. I took another gulp before placing the tumbler on the bar. I took quick strides in her direction, yanking the cue from her hand then tossing it aside. Then I wrapped my hand around her wrist, jerking her toward me. I delighted in the moan slipping past her luscious lips as I gripped her chin with my thumb and forefinger.
If I was a better man, I’d send her away without indulging in my sadistic desires, forcing her to experience a man who was no good for her. I guess that made me a bastard since I had no intentions of letting her go.
“I’m going to give you a very clear answer and one that’s not up for debate. I’m going to train you to become my perfect, well-behaved submissive. But first, I’m going to enjoying every minute of tasting and fucking you.”
CHAPTER10
Lark
My typical reaction would be to smack him hard across his chiseled face, calling him an egotistical bastard. When I lifted my arm, he gave me a stern look. The truth was I’d goaded Lachlan on purpose. I’d wanted to see just how far I could push my luck before he dropped the playboy façade, choosing the darker side that I’d witnessed the night before.
The one I could no longer deny I craved.
