Page 69 of Lexi, Property of Rhyder

I nod at Prez, then say, “I’m gonna go get my things together.”

The door opens, and Hawke walks in with a bag. He places it in my hands, saying, “Here’s her fuckin’ clothes.”

“What’s got you all pissed?” I ask.

I hear Tracker and Prez laughing behind me.

He narrows his eyes. “I ain’t ever going shopping for women’s clothing again. I don’t do this shit for Lu even when it’s her birthday. Do you know the kind of looks I got walking into a women’s store?”

I laugh along with the boys, and Hawke storms past us into the bathroom, and we burst out laughing.

LEXI

My eyes flutter open, and I realize I’m entangled in the sheets. It took a while to go to sleep last night after what Master did to my body. He had me wanting something I’d never wanted before.

“Good morning, Red. How was your sleep.”

I jump up and back in my bed, sitting against the headboard, all while quickly covering myself with the sheet. Wearing just a negligee, I feel exposed to him.

“It’s rude not to answer a question when asked?” Master stands from his seat and walks toward me. He’s wearing nothing but black silk boxer shorts, and his hair is messy like he’s just risen himself. A wide chest with exceptional abs stands in front of me, and my heart beats wildly as he sits beside me on the bed. “Well?”

“I slept okay.”

His eyes lock on mine, then they travel to my lips. Master’s hand comes out, and I flinch. He notices and studies me with his intense stare. My entire body trembles as his fingers slide against my bare shoulder and then to my hand that’s clenching the sheet. In one quick movement, he snatches the sheet out of my hand and has the front of my negligee pulled down exposing my breasts, and I gasp loudly. When his hand cups one of them, and his thumb plays with my nipple, I want to slap him, scratch his eyes out, and beg him to stop.

But it’s of no use.

I know he won’t stop.

Master has made it quite clear that he’s in control, and that’s how he likes it.

“Your breasts are perfect,” he murmurs as he manhandles my other breast, now using both hands and squeezing them together. I breathe heavily trying to ignore the pulsing between my thighs and squeeze them together.

I don’t want to like what he’s doing to me.

It’s sinful, and it’s with a man that I hate. Don’t I?

Master leans in and runs his nose down my neck, breathing in my scent. “Bella, I want to taste you.” His tongue comes out to lick my sensitive skin, and I squeeze my eyes shut as he sucks on my earlobe. “I wonder, Red. Are you wet for me?”

My eyes look away from him, and I swallow hard, keeping myself rigid. His hand moves the sheet lower, and one of his hands leave my breast to travel up my thigh.

“Stop it,” I beg. “Please don’t.” I grip his hand with mine, stopping his hand from traveling further up my thigh.

Master grasps the back of my neck and pulls my face to his, our lips almost touching as his eyes bore into mine. “I will take what I want when I want. I own you. Do you understand? You are mine to do with as I please.”

My mouth grows dry with his wild eyes staring right at me. I can see he’s struggling to keep his cool, and just when I think he’s going to take me here and now, he pulls back and stands looking down at me. I can’t help but notice his shorts tightening in the front.

“Get dressed, we’re going out for the day.” Master turns to leave.

“What? Where?” I ask, not having any control of my motor mouth.

With the side of his body facing me, he bites down on his bottom lip, and my heart stops. I’ve angered him again.

Stupid, Lexi! Stop with all the questions.

Master fists his hands beside him, and I wait, lifting the sheet under my chin.

“Just. Get. Dressed,” he demands, then strides out of my bedroom.

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