Page 93 of Point of Contention

“Your private room, obviously.” I flicked my wrist. “Open it.”

His gaze flicked past me. “It’s that one.”

Rolling my eyes, I spun and walked to the next door, then twisted the knob and stepped inside. The rush of his scent filled my nose and tried to sway me away from being angry, but I ignored it and spun to face him as soon as the door closed.

“Let me explain.”

I pointed at him. “Yeah. You do that.”

He stood in his sexy Master Creed way, feet a shoulders’ width apart and his arms crossed over his chest. I ignored the pull his naked waist had on my eyes and held his gaze instead of looking down at that deep V.

“I spent five nights with another sub.”

My mouth dropped open as a hole ripped right through my chest.

“That woman you saw,” he continued, “the blonde.”

Closing my mouth, I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest as pain licked at the open wound.

“I should have told you.”

I scoffed. “You think?”

“I didn’t have sex with her.”

I tightened my lips in a line even though the first hint of relief blossomed in my chest.

He stepped toward me but I narrowed my eyes in warning.

Which didn’t deter him in the slightest.

He stopped just in front of me, close enough that I could smell his distinct scent of musk and pheromones that seemed made just for me. The heat of his body teased at the ice running through mine. His eyes were dark and hooded as he looked down into mine, hungry even in the midst of this fucked up conversation, this fucked up night.

“I am a Dominant, Rylan.” He paused to let the statement sink in, then motioned around us. “This is who I am.”

I took a breath to respond—

“Ineedthis. Do you understand?”

Closing my mouth, I pursed my lips.

“It isn’t what I do; it is who I am.” He searched my gaze. “You broke up with me, Rylan, but that didn’t change who I am.” He stood taller, drawing my gaze to his broad shoulders and, once again, I witnessed the beautiful way he could switch from Cabot Reed to Master Creed in the blink of an eye.

Authority oozed off of him.

Control. Dominance.

They called to the submissive in me like nothing had ever called to me before.

I had to fight not to drop to my knees.

Then his hand was on my chin, gripping it tightly as he pulled me forward, bringing his lips within inches of mine. “I told you that once we started fucking, I would fuck only you. And I was true to my word.” He paused again and his next words stole my breath. “Even after you broke my heart.”

I grimaced at the rawness of that admission.

“But I did spend time with another woman here, and I should have told you immediately. For that, I am sorry.”

He held my gaze as he slipped his hand from my chin to my clavicle, stretching until his thumb fit into the notch in my throat and his fingers tightened around the base of my neck. Then he pushed me slowly backwards until my shoulders hit the wall. “Ask me anything. Now’s the time.”

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