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Since he wasn’t going to stop her, he let her explore. He was a Daddy and a Dom, for shit’s sake. He could control his urges. But would he?

Yes. He gritted his teeth and tried to recite the periodic table he’d had to memorize in high school. But high school had been a long, long time ago.

Her lips pressing kisses on his cheek and neck almost had him coming in his jeans. He drove his fingers deep in her hair and pulled her away. “Bliss, you need to stop.” Everything noble in him hoped she’d listen to him and do what he said. He just wasn’t sure that part of him could override the overwhelming need to take her and make her his.

She strained against his hold and winced. “But why? I don’t want to stop.”

Fuck him. This girl.

“Look, Bliss. This isn’t just some ‘work off the stress’ thing. Not for me. And you’ll have to trust me, babygirl, when I say it won’t be that for you, either. I know you don’t have much experience with sex. That innocence isn’t something to throw away because you get caught up in the moment. You’ve never made love before, have you?”

Her gaze wandered for a second, then returned to his. “No, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.”

“That may be true, but for me, that’s a big deal. I’d want a lot more from you than two days, babygirl. It would mean we thought we had a future.” He’d never felt that way with a woman before, but Bliss was different.

She didn’t even blink. “I know. You’ve cared for me more today than anyone else in my life since Winnie left. Do you have any idea the kind of man I’ll wind up with if the Society catches me? Or those Russians? I’m not throwing anything away, Daddy. I want my first time to be with you. And if we have more than that, I want that, too.”

He couldn’t move. His body was on lockdown, on fire for the brave woman beside him. He was seconds away from losing every ounce of control he had left. He had the fleeting thought if Bliss was in his life, his control might be a thing of the past.

When he spoke, his voice came out savage. “I’m trying to do the right thing here, babygirl. You aren’t making it easy.”

She smiled, running her soft hands up his ribs and over his pecs, burning his flesh as she went. Her eyes found his again and she smiled. “No. I don’t guess I am.”

Grabbing his shoulders, she pulled herself up and ran her lips along his jaw, much like he had done to her earlier. But instead of whispering sweet nothings in his ear, her teeth sank into his earlobe.

He growled, need pulsing though him in waves. “Babygirl?—”

She placed her hand over his mouth. “No, Daddy. I know what I want. I want you.”

He rolled on top of her, pinning her hands above her head. “There’s no escape if we do this. Be sure, because I can be one possessive, controlling son of a bitch. There won’t be any changing your mind in the morning. So, again, be sure. Do you understand?”

She didn’t miss a beat. “I understand you, Daddy. I’m sure.”

He fought his instincts a minute more to look into her eyes. She wasn’t lying. She wanted this. And, god help him, he wanted it, too. Giving in, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her the way he’d been longing to all day. The kiss was deep, hard, and wet. She kissed him back the same way.

And just that fast, he was lost.

Chapter Four

Bliss

Bliss didn’t care about tomorrow. Connor could worry about it all he wanted. It wouldn’t matter. Bliss’s tomorrow was already set. But she didn’t care about that right now, either. She couldn’t think about the Society, or the Russians, or anything other than the feelings flooding her senses from everything Connor was doing to her.

Why worry about tomorrow? Today she wasn’t headed to Russia. She wasn’t trapped in a compound. She had no responsibilities other than being Connor’s Little girl. Everything else had ceased to matter the second his lips touched hers. She wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted to know what it was like to be wanted in return.

His kiss was powerful. Masterful. Incredible. He claimed her mouth and coaxed responses from her she hadn’t known she could give. She couldn’t hold back a moan when he pressed against her hips. She hadn’t known it could be like this.

Without losing her lips, he eased her back on top of him. His control over her body sent wave after wave of heat through her, bringing her alive for the first time. Of their own accord, her hips rocked against his. Her heart raced as the bulge in his pants pressed against her sex.

“Do you feel what you do to me, dirty girl? If my cock busts through my zipper, you’ll owe me another pair of jeans because it’ll be all your fault.” His voice was husky and dark, and the desire in his eyes sent quivers to her pussy.

Before she could answer, he reached for the buttons on the zipper of the ridiculous white dress the Russians had forced her to wear. She reached for them, too, to help him, but he grabbed her hands and forced them to her thighs. “These stay here until I tell you to move them.”

His words were primal, and liquid need coated her pussy.

She tightened her thighs against his hips again, this time in a vain attempt at giving herself some relief. The ache beat low in her core. She dug her nails into her thighs, desperate to move her hand to his chest and feel the course hair scattered there against her palms.

After unbuttoning each button, he eased the shirt past her shoulders. “Hands up high, babygirl,” he growled.

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