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“Damn, damn, damn.” His thrusts were relentless, his touch commanding, making her whimper.

“Ride me,” he commanded.

Desperate, eager, she followed his instructions.

He fisted her hair.

The way he immobilized her, combined with the tiny bite of pain, fractured her control.

Screaming, she climaxed.

“That’s it. My beautiful, beautiful Brandy.”

She was lost in him, in that moment, and it took seemingly forever to recover.

When she reoriented, he was cradling her spent body, and his face was mere inches from hers. Though he wasn’t smiling, he nodded in apparent satisfaction.

“My heavens, Sir.”

Gently, ever so gently, he brushed her lips with his, reigniting her hunger. “Will you fuck me, Sir?” Her voice was hoarse with the desperation of her plea.

Chapter Three

Desire—at least she thought that was what it was—sparked in his eyes, making them appear a shade closer to green than hazel, and chasing away the earlier demons.

Before answering, he carefully studied her. “You’re sure?”

She hadn’t had sex in at least two years. But right now, she’d never been more certain of anything. “I wouldn’t ask otherwise, Sir.”

“You don’t need a break? A drink of water?”

“I promise. I’m fine.” Just needy.

A few seconds later, apparently satisfied, he nodded. “I want nothing more than to see you bent over a chair with my cock filling your pussy.”

His tone was harsh, rough, in tune with the way he’d used her body, and she shivered. Her reaction wasn’t just from the chill as her overheated body cooled. It was from anticipation of being taken—hard—by this Dom.

Slowly he let go of her hair and withdrew his fingers, but he left her attached to the hook.

She craned her head to watch him untie his shoes and remove his socks.

Most men might hurry at this point, but he didn’t.

Everything about him was controlled, calculated, and a wayward part of her yearned to shatter his reserve.

As he unbuttoned his shirt, she fantasized about performing that tiny service for him.

Then he shrugged out of the material, and her mouth dried.

Master Niles had the body of a god.

His biceps bulged, and his shoulders were impossibly broad.

His waist was honed, and he didn’t carry an ounce of excess fat anywhere.

If given the opportunity, she would admire him for days.

He strode to the far side of the room to hang his shirt from a hook before unbuckling his belt.

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