Page 321 of Breaking the Rules

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Chapter Forty-Seven

Emma

For the third time, I take a deep breath.

It does nothing to calm me.

I'm not getting ready for a job interview or a test or an interrogation.

I'm preparing to fuck my boyfriend.

To prove I'm capable of fucking my boyfriend.

To prove I'm capable of fucking, period.

He's already in my bedroom.

He's already tied to the bed.

It ruins the illusion that he's completely under my control, if he's able to tie himself to the bed.

But still.

This really does put me in the driver's seat.

That's a good thing.

In theory.

But it's scarier too.

If I can't do this, it's not because he tugged at my hair too hard or moved too fast.

It's me.

My inability to handle my shit.

I take another deep breath.

Let out another steady exhale.

The apartment is buzzing with sexy slow jams.

It's empty.

Kaylee is at Brendon's for the night.

The place is ours.

No distractions. No interruptions. No hiccups.

For the ten millionth time, I check my reflection.

My hair is in loose waves.

My makeup is perfect.

My black chemise is gorgeous.

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