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“Yes, I am!” She all but screamed, digging her nails in until the skin broke. “I’m ready!”

“Tell me what your pathetic boyfriend did to make you afraid of him.”

Her fingers went lax against my thigh and I grinned sinisterly, knowing I had her.

“He’s just an ass.” She lied.

And I spanked her ass again for it.

“Puppet.”

“No.” She hissed, pushing back against me. “You don’t get to demand things from me while giving me nothing in return. My answer is no! So either fuck me and make us both come, or get out!”

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up so she was sitting on my lap as I fucked up into her wet pussy. “I love it when you pull your strings on your own, Puppet.” I growled in her ear. “I can’t describe the way your defiance makes my cock ache.”

“Then show me, baby.” She reached behind my neck and ran her nails up the back of my head as I slowed my thrusts. “Because I want to feel you lose control for me.”

I bit her shoulder and started playing with her clit as she rocked in my arms. “Hold on tight then, Puppet. Because I want your pretty little claws leaving their marks tonight.”

She buried her nails into the back of my neck and started coming on my cock as I grinned into her hair.

That’s it Puppet, brand me as yours just like I did you.

Chapter 28 – Peyton

“What the hell happened?” Olivia’s angry voice snapped at me through the phone the next morning.

I blindly made a cup of coffee as my tired brain tried to catch up. It was just after five in the morning, and I had barely gone to sleep before three.

I was dead on my feet.

And also incredibly at peace.

Dane had that effect on me.

I reached for the cup and saw the shiny gold bracelet on my wrist and smiled to myself, remembering the way it made me feel to watch him lock it on me.

It felt final. Like it wasn’t something he could take back.

“Peyton!” Olivia snapped, “What the hell is going on?”

“What are you talking about?” I sighed, “I’m not even awake.”

“Tyson called mom and dad a half an hour ago.” She urged on, and my blood ran cold. “With somewildtale about getting assaulted by a thug at Hartington Estate.”

“What?” I shook my head.

“He told them he showed up to surprise you with dinner reservations and caught you cheating on him and then he got beat up byoneof the multiple men you were with!” She shrieked, “Now, I’m one hundred percent in support of you sleeping with whoever the fuck you want to, and however many at a time. But mom and dad aren’t so impressed by your wild activities.”

“Olivia.” I interrupted her tirade, “I’m not sleeping around. There were nomultiplemen, Jesus Christ. I never even answered the door.”

She paused, and I could almost hear her disappointment after dispelling her tale. “Then how’d he get beat up?”

Flashbacks assaulted me of hiding in my bathroom as Dane ‘took care of him’ last night. But he never even left my guest house either, I was sure of it.

“Did you actually see evidence of a beating?” I asked, “You know how over the top Ty is.”

She hesitated again, “Well no, but he sounded like he was talking around a mouth full of cotton.” She sighed, “But he did show up? What happened?”

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