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Unfortunately, I was drawn to him in a toxic way, even though I knew he wasn’t good for me. When the corner of his mouth had shifted into a seductive smirk, I’d agreed to discuss the accident over a drink.

Stupid girl. Stupid.

The spanking had been unexpected, leaving me flushed all over, my pussy aching. I was disgusted at the way my body had reacted, even though we had a history.

Besides, I’d returned home to Denver to find my father, a man enshrouded in a horrible mystery. Not to crash into the only man I’d ever hungered for, surrendering to his command after only a few hours.

Damning temptation.

Dark. Dangerous. Delicious.

“Not a chance,” he countered. “You are a woman in need of a firm hand.”

“That’s not true. I don’t need anything from anyone, including from you,” I countered, the tone of my voice defiant. I ached all over, the stinging sensations crisscrossing my bottom nothing more than a reminder of Stone’s intense prowess. My entire body shook, my pussy and nipples throbbing from raging desire. Even as the words he’d issued continued to stun me, I opened my legs wider, the brazen and uncontrollable urge to beg for his cock to fill me, to fuck me a pure sin.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Stone stated in an authoritative tone as he shoved his thumb into my asshole. “Maybe I should spank your pretty pink pussy.”

The pain was delicious and blinding, a moment of raw bliss quickly taking over. Oh, God. Shivering, I couldn’t hold back a moan as I struggled in his hold even though my body betrayed me, my back arching.

There was something merciless about Stone Keeler, predatory in a way that aroused every one of my senses, igniting the embers that had been crushed the day I’d walked away. Yet now, he was even more intimidating, as if he’d embraced an entirely different persona—a man with no conscience. Even when I looked into his beautiful blue eyes, I’d been able to see haunting sadness as well as anger.

What in the hell had happened to him in all these years?

“Yes, I think you need another lesson, sweet and wild Vanessa.” His husky words skated over me, sending a series of chills down my spine. He forced my legs open even wider as he pumped his thumb in a brutal fashion.

The scent of my hunger was unmistakable, as if I had a desperate need for him.

For control.

For a man’s dominating touch.

No. Fuck, no. I was a woman who didn’t need a damn thing, including a man.

The smack of his fingers against my pussy lips threw me into a state of shock, the pain blinding. When he repeated the move, his fingers slapping in rapid succession, I was pitched into another realm, unable to think clearly. I’d never experienced anything so bold, the anguish making my pussy throb.

“Oh. Oh.” I couldn’t stop my cries or the way my entire system responded, my head spinning and my heart rate increasing.

“Exactly what you deserve.” Stone ran his fingers down my spine before repeating the stern actions several more times.

I closed my eyes, envisioning his face as his intoxicating scent inflamed the embers I’d long since thought were dead.

The man standing in the darkness had no idea what kind of hold he had over me. He’d awakened the woman inside, a feat I’d thought impossible. My entire body trembled from the rawness of his actions, the dominance he had no trouble asserting.

Dreams. My entire life had been enshrouded by a series of repetitive dreams, molding me into the woman I was today.

One night they were all about fear; running from an unknown beast, the terror of knowing he’d catch me foreboding, as if was really going to happen. The next night they were all about the very man who’d spanked me until the arousal had been too much to bear, forcing me to grab my vibrator.

“You belong to me.”

He’d whispered the words in my sleep over and over again until I’d awakened in a cold sweat, my pussy aching.

Just like today.

I’d been shaken to the core not once but twice in the last few hours, the danger surrounding me palpable. There’d been two phone calls with nothing but dead air. Now, this. I didn’t believe in coincidences or karma. I’d run into Stone for a reason. The ‘why’ I was terrified of finding out.

My life was currently shit and I’d been forced to face the fact I was a fraud on a wild goose chase, altering my entire life because of a dream. Now I was pretending to be someone else, earning a living working alongside a dangerous man.

My days were at least fifteen hours of grueling, unforgiving work. I had a boss who hated me, an assistant who was constantly late, and clients who were… horrible. I wasn’t even at an executive level, yet I was expected to nail every detail for my boss, able to read his mind at a moment’s notice. The man was ruthless, nasty, and in my mind, a monster. The money affording me the beautiful condo was all about my past, my savings account already taking a huge hit.

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