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And he’s so sure of himself. I can see a little peppering of silver at his temples. He’s obviously a good bit older than me. That doesn’t bother me though.
His hand holding mine is huge and rough. Shivers of hunger run along my palm and up into my arm. I rub my chest with my free hand as he leads me. I don’t even know where we’re going and I don’t care. He could lead me anywhere and I’d follow him.
I’ve never felt peace like I do with him beside me.
I push my glasses up on my suddenly-sweaty nose. I want to know who he is. Who we are together.
He wanders down the road to a park and then leads me to a bench in the middle of green space. We’re alone and yet we’re in public and relief sweeps through me. It’s like he knows that I need this right now. I trust him but I need time.
He sits down and pulls me down beside him. His arm comes around me and I lean into him, breathing in the spicy-warm scent of him and letting desire wash over me.
He turns towards me and I duck my head. “Nope. Don’t hide from me, angel. If we’re going to do this, I need to know every thought in that pretty little head of yours.”
I lift my eyes and get lost in the warmth of his golden-brown gaze. “That’s my pretty angel. Now, I want you to tell me why you contacted KNK and what you’re looking for. Then if it’s in line with mine, we can talk about where we go from here.”
“I-I don’t know.”
He shakes his dark head and the bronze glints in it fascinate me. He’s tanned and so muscular that it’s like looking at a greek god. Like in the myths I read for one of my classes.
“You have to be honest about what you want.”
I take a deep breath. “I want peace. I feel like my whole life is out of control right now. I don’t want to feel like this. Like I’m spiraling into a tunnel of chaos.”
His firm lips lift and he smiles. It’s like a damn toothpaste commercial. He’s so perfect it should be illegal. “That’s what you feel. What do you want? What is your deepest desire, angel? Why did they send you to me?”
Closing my eyes briefly, I finally open them and study him. His square jaw is rock-hard. Just like the rest of his body. I don’t think he has an ounce of fat on his muscular body. Just slabs and slabs of heavenly, mouthwatering muscle.
“I want someone to tell me what to do. I don’t want to have to think every second of the day. I want to be able to turn my mind off sometimes and just feel.”
“And what do you want to feel?”
“I want to feel pretty. Tiny. Loved.”
I shake my head. “Oh, angel. Hasn’t anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? You shine with it. And if you’ve never heard that or felt loved, then all the friends and family you have are fucking idiots. They don’t realize how special you are.”
“How do you know that? You don’t know me. We just met.”
“It doesn’t take a genius to see that you’re special. You’re warm and sweet and so gentle and innocent. I can see it all. Anyone who can’t see it is a fool.”
“What if they’re the ones who are right? I’m not special. I’m not anything much at all. Just a big girl who is weird and doesn’t understand things that normal people should know.”
He rolls his amber gaze. “That sounds like an idiot talking. Who’s been saying such things to you? You tell me and I’ll take care of them.”
“Oh no! That’s not necessary. I’m not special.”
He reaches over and his big hands wrap around my shoulders and hold me tight. “Stop saying that. Whoever told you that is a jealous idiot. They’re just trying to make themselves feel better by pulling someone else down.”
“So you don’t think any of that?” Half-scared of his answer, I wait and hope.
“I would never. You’re a smart, beautiful woman who deserves to feel beautiful and special. And I intend to make sure that you feel all of that.”
“But before we get to that, let me tell you what I want.”
I wait with bated breath, unsure if I want him to say my desires or not. This is more real than I thought it would feel.
“I want control, angel. Ineedit. I own a gym. I’m thirty-six years old and I work almost non-stop. I work my ass off and I love it. But lately, I’ve needed something else and I can’t find it there. I need to own a woman. I want to have her let me make every decision. I will take care of her and make all the important decisions. All she has to do is promise to give in at all times. And in return, I’ll care for her like she’s a damn goddess. I’ll give her pleasure like she’s never felt before. But I want every damn drop of control. I want her to listen to me at all turns.”
“Just sexually?” I stumble over the word. I’m not used to saying it.
