Page 13 of Mine to Dominate

She had to admit she liked the agony in his expression because it matched how she felt at that moment. The breath shuttered out of her, and she nodded.

“Then we need to leave now. Get a jacket in case it gets cold later.”

Kayla stepped back and couldn’t believe how much it physically hurt to separate from him. She walked to her closet, pulled out a jacket, and draped it over her arm before picking up her purse. “I’m ready.”

He studied her for a moment and then held his hand out.

“What?”

“Your key.”

She dug through her purse, pulled out her keys, and handed them to him. He led her out of her house, turned, and locked her door before handing her the keys.

“I want this door locked when you leave and when you’re home alone.”

“Zeke, it’s a small town…”

“I don’t care. I want you safe.”

“I … okay.” She couldn’t remember anyone who was as protective of her, and she knew she’d come to enjoy it.

He walked her around to the passenger side of his truck, opened the door, and lifted her in. His strength astounded her. He lifted her like she weighed nothing. She had yet to see his chest or shoulders, but they looked huge under the dress shirts he wore to work. It always looked like he would bust through the seams if he moved the wrong way.

His forearms and hands were muscular, with tendons that stuck out, and calluses and scars that made them look even more masculine. They were hands she dreamed about caressing her several times or holding her down to take his pounding thrusts.

“Let’s get your seat belt on.”

“You know I can do this myself?”

He stopped. “I know that, Little Sub. I have a burning need to take care of and dominate you. I’ve never felt this before to this level. Do you think this will bother you?”

She shook her head. It only made her feel cherished. “No. Not at all.”

“Good.”

After he secured her belt, he walked around to the other side and slid in. She almost snorted. He didn’t have to be boosted into the seat. The truck fit his large size perfectly.

He grabbed onto her hand as he drove, but they both stayed silent for the first few minutes. She just wanted to savorbeing with him for the first time outside the department.

“What did you like to do when you were a child? Play with dolls?” he asked.

The question startled her a bit. “Oh, well, no. Not exactly. I was a bit of a tomboy and wanted to play with the big guys, mainly my brother and his friends.” She laughed. “I drove them crazy. My brother wanted to play with his friends but instead had to keep me out of trouble or from hurting myself. I’m surprised he didn’t kill me.”

“Where is he now?”

“Overseas. He’s in the Navy.”

“Oh, I was Navy.”

She smiled. “You’ve got something in common.”

“Two things.”

She looked confused. “What?”

“The military and keeping you out of trouble.”

She sniffed in disdain. “I’m never in trouble.”

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