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“No,” she quipped.

“Then I’ll leave.” I started to turn, but she quickly sat up, grabbing my hand.

“Stop, stop,” she said quickly. “Don’t go. I’m not used to being told what to do.”

I spun around and lunged onto the bed, enjoying her scream as I pinned her beneath me. My face hovered above hers, her body going still. “We don’t have time for you to be a brat tonight,” I said. “If you want to do this again, then we’ll find another time for you to try and disobey. Understood?”

“Yes,” she rasped.

I guided her arms above her head, holding her wrists together with one hand while I looked down over her body. She didn't like to be looked at this way. It made her uncomfortable. And I enjoyed watching her squirm.

It infuriated me that she didn't see herself the way I did. She didn't see how beautiful she was. Clearly, her ex-husband had done a number on her. It only made me want to show her that this type of hunger—this type ofcarnaldesperation—wasn'twrong. In fact, it was normal.

I could safely say that kink, just like music, changed my life. Because of BDSM, I was able to engage and do things to other people in a way that didn't actually harm them.

Just like Pepper had always been masochistic, I’d always been sadistic.

I straddled her hips, studying every inch of her. The way her dark hair splayed out over the sheets, save for the silver highlights that framed her face. The countless freckles, like stars I wanted to taste. She shivered and I placed my hand on her chest, feeling her heart beat wildly, like a bird attempting to flee its cage. That's what she was—a caged bird, frantic to be free.

I liked knowing that only I held the key.

She swallowed audibly. “You’re so hard.”

I looked down at myself. My cock strained against my pants. I’d been hard for a while now, but my focus was on her.

And the way her pretty brown eyes glazed over with pure lust.

She craved corruption.

I craved corrupting her. Ruining her. Fucking her until she begged and cried and came over and over.

“Are you going to behave?” I asked her.

“I’ll certainly try.”

I kept my expression serious, but amusement flared. She kept making me laugh. It was a problem, because I liked people who could make me laugh.

She bucked her hips impatiently beneath me. “Cold feet? Scared of me?”

“No,” I snorted.

I needed days with her, not one night. It wouldn’t be enough.

I swooped down and bit her bottom lip. She squealed, shock eclipsing her bratty expression as I slid off her and then off the bed. I circled back to the foot, overlooking her like a king.

“Lift your fucking dress,” I demanded. “Now.”

Her pink tongue darted over the bite mark, lips swollen now. She reached down and grabbed the hem, pulling it up with clear discomfort.

“I didn’t expect someone to come home with me,” she whispered.

I ignored the self-depreciation. “The panties are coming off anyway,” I said. “Why do you think wearing something comfortable would stop me from fucking you senseless? Take them off.”

Her brows pulled together as she reached down, pulling them off quickly and tossing them to the floor. Her thighs immediately clamped shut, an attempt to hide herself from me.

“Spread them,” I commanded.

“Spread…”

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