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“Not even slightly. You’re not boring, Dragon. You fucked me hard and you fucked me good. And you don’t have to smack me around to not be boring.”

“You think that’s who I am? You think I like to smack women around?”

“No, I don’t think that. A man who likes to smack women around doesn’t give money to a prostitute to keep her from being smacked around by her pimp.”

He says nothing then.

“You can try to drive me away. You may even succeed. But you haven’t yet, Dragon. Smack me all you want to. Turn my whole body red. Draw blood, even. I can’t stop you. I’m tied to the bed.”

He sears his gaze into my body. “Be careful what you wish for, little cowgirl.”

I can’t help a smile at that one. “You’re right. I grew up on a fucking ranch, Dragon. You think I’m afraid of a little blood? I’ve been tossed around by bucking broncos and angry bulls. I learned to ride a horse nearly before I could walk. I’ve been falling out of apple and peach trees since I was a little kid. So do your worst, Dragon. Do your worst to me.”

He softens slightly.

Just as I suspected. He doesn’t have any desire to hurt me. His only desire is to fuck me, to lose himself in my body. And my body is more than willing.

But then…

He pinches my nipples hard once more, and his mouth descends on mine.

ChapterThirty-Eight

Dragon

My heart is throbbing like a stampede of wildebeests, and my cock is throbbing in time with their hooves. I can’t believe she’s lying here. I can’t believe she let me tie her wrists to the bed.

It’s not the first time I’ve done it, and it may not be the last.

But I never expected to do it to Diana Steel.

My palm still stings from slapping her breast. Her beautiful plump breast.

And as she looks at me with fire in those dark eyes, all I want to do is fuck her. Hard and fast and thorough.

Sometimes I know why I was named Dragon.

Because I become the dragon within me.

I’ve worked hard to tame him over the years. It’s the dragon who succumbs to drugs and alcohol.

But also inside me is that scared little boy who was torn away from his home when he was only eight years old. That scared little boy whose parents abandoned him. That scared little boy who?—

I break the kiss.

Diana’s eyes pop open. “Something wrong?”

“No.” I stand up, kick off my shoes, and remove my jeans and underwear, freeing my aching cock.

I turn back to her, and her eyes widen. She’s seen me before, but I always get that reaction from women. I know I’m large. I know I burn into a woman’s pussy.

Right now, I’ve got Diana spread-eagled on her bed.

And a moment later, my cock is inside her.

“God yes,” she grits out, pulling on her bindings. But then her eyes open wide. “Dragon, no!”

I pull out of her quickly. “What?”

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