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I’m well aware of what attracted me to Prue the first night I saw her. The hint of darkness, the touch of mystery. Her past follows her around wherever she goes.

But I could see there was plenty beneath it too. And she showed me. Her easy smiles, her enchanting submission, the goodness in her. It was all her.

I didn’tputany of her happiness there. I simply lured it out of her, left my arms wide open to accept the other side of her she was too concerned to show.

Safe to be herself around me, no longer afraid to expose her vulnerability, she unraveled for me.

It’s her choice to share her warmth with me, and I’m honored to be the recipient of it.

In her waking hours. And the sleeping ones.

“Good girl.” I edge the food closer to her plump, waiting lips, placing it on her tongue, and marvel at her pout.

“Frowns will get you nowhere.” I grasp the chopsticks tighter, pulling the piece of sushi away.

“Hmph.” Prue’s confusion is adorable. Agonizingly adorable.

“Are we clear?” I raise an eyebrow, not leaving room for argument.

A drop of soy sauce falls in the space between us. I don’t care.

“Yes.” Her eyes narrow.

She wants to come at me, yet she doesn’t.

“Good girl.” I return the sushi to her lips. “Bite. Yes, that’s it. Now, chew.”

Her mouth works as she obeys, but her eyes ask,Why?

“Why?” I put the chopsticks aside, adjusting the bulge in my black plaid pajama pants. “You’re a smart girl. I assume you’ve been paying attention when I told you you’re mine.”

Her gaze darkens. A hunger that has nothing to do with food awakens inside her. Prue licks her lips, wetting them, making them so fucking kissable.

“I. Control. You.” The desire in her stirs mine to life. I lean an inch forward, gripping her chin, and bend to growl against her mouth, “I protect you. I take care of you. And if I choose to feed you half of the sushi, if I want to watch your delectable mouth chew whatIgive it, this is what we’ll do.”

A little, seductive whimper is her reply.

“Nod if you understand.”

She does. My little lamb, my beautiful princess with her almond brown eyes, bobs her head twice for me.

“Good girl.”

I steal the air in her lungs, smothering her with my lips. Our teeth clash, our tongues explore and war against one another. I taste the sushi on her lips, the saltiness of the sauce, the sweetness of Prue.

My fingers dig into her jaw, my free hand sinks into the flesh of her hips.

She tries to break free from the pain.

Not happening until I decide I let her.

When my restraint begins to fray, when I’m seconds from bending her over the counter, spanking her ass, and stretching her sore little pussy, that’s when I stop.

Prue has to eat after the day we’ve had.

And having her profile smashed into the sushi while I fuck her doesn’t count.

With one final bite of her bottom lip, I return to my seat.

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