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Her breathcaught at my nasty words, but it only made me want to tell her every sick andtwisted fantasy I had because I knew. All of them involved her and her alone.

“We aregoing to finish our food and then I’ll take you home and if you’re a goodlittle girl and I think you deserve it, I may just let you do whatever you wantto my dick. But until then, shut the fuck up and eat your damn breakfast.” Ipressed my lips to her ear. “You got me, pet?”

“Yes, Sir,”she whispered.

“Hmm...Ilike that title leaving your mouth.” I pinched her chin, forcing her headaround to meet my stare. “Now, are you going to behave?”

“Probablynot,” she murmured, her eyes flashing with a hint of lust and mischief.

A wickedgrin spread on my face. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

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(Amber)

“Have you heard of BDSM,Aaron?” I asked him as I knelt on the bed. I had researched that the standard submissivepose was in a kneeling position with your palms up on your thighs and your headbowed.

“Yeah,why?” he asked, not looking at me and continuing to play on his phone.

“BecauseI’d like to try it. I think it could be fun and spice up our sex life.”

Hefinally looked at me then, a frown pulling his eyebrows to the center of hisforehead. “Our sex life is fine, Amber.” He went back to his phone which washis way of saying that the conversation was over. But it wasn’t. Not in theleast.

Isighed, leaving the bed and heading to the door.

“Can yougrab me a beer?”

“Yeah,sure.” I left the room, closed the door behind me, and leaned against it. Oursex life was fine. Right. For him maybe but it wasn’t even remotely fine forme.

“Amber,”he called from the other side of the door. “Hurry the fuck up, woman.”

Itrudged to the kitchen, grabbed him a beer, and headed back to our room. “Canwe at least try something new?”

“Why?”he asked, taking the beer from me, popping the cap off, and finishing half thebottle before putting it on the nightstand. “You bored with me?”

“No,it’s not that.” Before I could explain, he had me on my back and pinned to thebed. “Aaron.”

“Youwant me to choke you? Beat your ass? You into some sick shit that I don’t knowabout?” His questions came out angry and cold, and I had no idea why.

“That’snot it.” I tried struggling from beneath him, but he was too heavy. “Aaron,please. I just wanted to spice things up. That’s all.”

“I’llspice them up for you.”

Althoughthat had been years ago, I could still feel the pain of Aaron’s cock rippinginto my unprepared body. Even though I had told him no and begged for him tostop, he hadn’t. He had automatically assumed that just because I wanted to trysomething new, I wanted to be forced into submission. Which wasn’t the case atall.

After heraped me, I never brought it up again. I never even hinted for sex and waitedfor him to instead. From that point on, a piece of my soul had shattered, andit only heightened the need to get out and away from him. But at the same time,I was terrified to because I knew too much of what went on in the club life.That had been how he made me feel. That if I left him, they would come after meand kill me, my mom, Shawnee, and everyone else I knew and cared about. Butthat wasn’t true. At all. I just didn’t know it until it was too late.

“Youshould have come to me,” Tiny said, covering my trembling hands that wereresting on my lap. “I could have helped you.”

Tearsfell on our joined hands. “Aaron told me…I didn’t think you would protect me,and I thought you would side with him.”

“Do younot know me at all?”

My chesttightened at the hurt in Tiny’s voice. For a man who was so damn big, he cared.Hard. You just couldn’t tell anyone that.

“Hey.”Sammy kissed my temple. “Where did you go?”

I swallowedhard. “Nowhere.” I smiled up at him for reassurance, but he probably knew I waslying. Especially when he only stared at me and I shifted uncomfortably besidehim. Unable to take any more of it, I stood from the couch and mumbledsomething about getting drinks for us.

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