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She wants a fight? Now she’s got one. “I’ve never locked you in that goddamn room.”

“You might as well have,” she tosses back. “And you took all my clothes!”

“I said I was sorry for that.” Shoving a finger in her face, I add, “You said you knew what you were getting into by being the Butterfly. And you fucking chose me as your Dom. Don’t get shitty with me now just because you suddenly have buyer’s remorse.”

“Buyer’s remorse!” She tosses her hands up. “I’m not the fool who paid two million and change to make me the Butterfly, asshole. You are.”

“Tell me about it,” I roar back. “You’re just a spoiled little princess who swindled me into a deal. I should have never made that bargain with you the other night.”

“Then nix it,” she says. “Give me back the rights to buy that property, and I’ll cease to be your Butterfly.”

My heart stops beating. In fact, my entire body freezes. There’s no air in my lungs. There’s no thought in my head. I just stand there like a goddamn stone.

“In fact, I’ll sweeten the deal.” Tara crosses her arms. “I’ll never step foot in your club again if you let me out of our deal and give me a chance to bid on that property.”

My hackles raise. She went from not giving a shit about that old ass building, to suddenly making it sound like she’s desperate to get it.

Her offer is perfect. It gets me out of my bind and still allows me a chance to purchase that building. But since she works for one of the largest firms in the city, her pockets are, and always will be, deeper than mine. I can’t risk it. I’m already going to have trouble bidding against the other investors for it at auction. Besides, I may have hated the idea of Tara being my Butterfly, but I’m not ready to let her go yet.

And that might just be the most fucked up thing about us to date.

“You want to walk out? Fine, Miss Reed. Walk. But I’m not voiding our deal. That building is mine.” And so are you.

“Why do you want that stupid thing so much?”

“Who was that man in the lobby?”

We both know we’re not willing to give up our secrets, so it’s a standoff that will get us nowhere.

Finally, she caves a little. “He’s not my husband, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m not worried. It doesn’t matter if he’s your husband or not.”

“Then why ask?”

“Because I like to know what kind of person I’m fucking.”

She scoffs, and it makes her face twist with an ugly expression. “You haven’t fucked me yet, Ryker.”

“Sir,” I correct her. “You will call me Sir.”

“Not in my house, I won’t.” She closes the distance between us and cranes her neck to look up at me. “You might be king of the Monarch Club, but that’s not where we are now.”

Her defiance turns me on. “You will address me how I say, whenever we’re together, Butterfly.”

“I just told you I’d walk. I’ll give up being Butterfly.”

“But we both know you won’t.” If she wants to play games, I’m down. Being a Butterfly comes with rewards she can’t get easily elsewhere. Tara was desperate enough to ensure the title was hers before. There’s no way she’ll just give it up so fast now. “You need this.”

“Like Hell I do.” She rolls her eyes. “I’ve never been so fucking insulted and humiliated in my life. And your oral game is not that spectacular.”

She and I both know that’s a lie.

Getting down on my knees, I trail my fingers up her thighs and hook her underwear with my thumbs, peeling them down slowly to give her time to tell me to stop, which she doesn’t.

“Let’s make another deal.” I can’t believe I’m doing this. “I’m going to eat your cunt until your knees buckle. If you can stand longer than five minutes, I’ll let you bid on the building. If you collapse, you will call me Sir wherever we are, and you will obey my every command until your month is up.”

“I hope you like shopping, Ryker.” Tara lifts her dress and rests her foot on my shoulder, as if showing off that not only will she stay standing, but she’ll do it on one fucking foot. “Because I intend to snag that property and turn it into a goddamn strip mall.”

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