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“I don’t need it,” I argued, shaking my head.

“I really don’t care,” she replied, leaning back in her seat and giving me a flat look. “Call it a security deposit if you must. I don’t know what will happen here either.”

I leveled a dark look at her as I slid the passport out and thumbed it open. A dark-haired version of me stared back, and I raised a brow at her. “Dye or wig?”

She chuckled. “You can choose. I got the washout stuff because I thought you might be precious about your golden locks…”

I opened my mouth to argue and faltered as I read the name.

Elvira Lancaster.

I slid my eyes back up to see the wicked smirk on her face.

“You look like an Elvira,” she teased.

“Lancaster?”

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” she asked, her eyes darkening as she hooked my thigh and pulled me closer. She kissed my hip, right over the brand. “And my name looks good on you, Sweets.”

Every single iota of irritation…fled.

“Elle for short,” she murmured, raising my T-shirt and kissing my stomach. “Ellie, if you want. To new friends.” She raised her gaze to mine and held it. “But,My Love,to me.”

I had no words. Nothing. Just a warmth in my chest that I had never felt before.

“It’s not often I render you speechless,” she murmured, undoing the top button of my pants. “Let’s see if I can take your breath away too.”

20

THEO

My Love.

In a few short weeks, this woman had torn down every wall I had. To be honest, she had me addicted in days, going from numb to feeling it all. I kissed the soft, warm skin under the button I had just undone, Octavia’s hands sliding into my hair as I did.

Fuck I loved that.

The feel of her fingers twining into my hair, grasping at my body, her nails raking my back. I couldn’t get enough. I kissed the puckered skin of the brand I had seared into her flesh, her fingers tightening in my hair as I slipped her pants down.

I pushed away the insistent, nagging pain that came with knowing I was taking her to the airport in less than twelve hours to board a plane that would take her halfway across the world from me. I had chosen Australia for its climate, the image of her basking in any ray of sunlight she could find over the last few weeks making me smile, as I imagined her doing the same on the beach.

My girl didn’t like the dark, so I would give her the fucking sun.

She made a small noise as I nipped at her skin, and then another as I tugged her pants off her hips, sliding them down her legs. My hands found the slightly raised marks she still had from the caning I had given her as I slid my hands up to cup her arse, and I traced gentle fingers along them as I kissed my way down from her navel.

“Come to bed,” she said, stepping back suddenly and taking my hand.

We didn’t even make it halfway there before I had her back in my arms, kissing her until she was breathless, and found hersodamn wet when I slid my hand between her thighs. I walked her backward, my fingers teasing her slowly until we bumped into the dresser in the bedroom, and she made a soft protest as I took away my fingers.

“Top drawer,” I said, kissing the corner of her lips.

She turned and opened the drawer, throwing me a confused look over her shoulder at the contents.

“Oh…You didn’t find that drawer in your days of snooping?” I teased. “There’s a false back—pull the lever underneath it.

She did, and the drawer slid further out, and her eyes widened at the array of items it housed. I plucked up the leather cuffs, smirking at her as I buckled one around her wrist, and tugged on the attached heavy metal ring.

“Do I get to use any of these on you?” she asked, holding out her other hand to me.

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