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A total fucking idiot.

Sophie was everything he’d dreamt she’d be, and in that moment, she was all his.

Hmm.Maybe branding her isn’t such a crazy idea after all.

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Sophie yawned loudly as Jack unfastened the belt from around her wrists and tossed it on the floor, then gently checked her over to make sure she was okay. The little gesture screamed volumes about him as a man, even more so as a Dom.

Her wrists were a little irritated from being bound, but as she suspected, there were no bruises, no broken skin. She tugged one hand free and covered her mouth in a vain attempt to stifle another yawn.

What time is it, anyway?

He chuckled quietly, the warmth of the sound doing strange things to her heart rate. “You’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you, beautiful?”

“It’s your fault if I do,” she said, biting back her smile.

Jack slowly crawled over the top of her and pinned her wrists to the bed on either side of her shoulders. His face was stern, one brow cocked. “Oh?”

An involuntary shiver rippled through her body at the gravelly growl that had issued that one-word challenge. And itwasa challenge. One she accepted. “Orgasms make me sleepy,” she said, dropping her gaze for a moment before looking up at him from under her lashes in feigned innocence.

“I see,” he said, nodding sagely, playing her game. Then his expression turned curious. “I wonder how many orgasms you can endure before you pass out completely?” His mouth twitched into another devastating smile. “Want to find out?”

Sophie nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”

His grip tightened on her wrists. “Yes,sir,” he growled.

She lowered her gaze as another frisson of excitement buzzed through her veins. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, feigning nothing that time.

Her submission was real.

“I think you need a reminder of who’s in charge, beautiful,” Jack said, using that word again. The word that had—for now, at least—ceased to be so annoying.

In a move that left her breathless with wanting, he flipped her onto her stomach, hooked his hands under her hips, then hauled her up onto her hands and knees. His big hand pressed between her shoulder blades, shoving her upper body down so she rested on her elbows, forcing her arse high in the air.

Presenting her to him.

Allowing him access to everything.

Not for the first time that night, she felt vulnerable, as though Jack could do whatever he wanted to her and there wouldn’t be a damn thing she could do to prevent it.

And just like every other time that night, her pussy grew wet just thinking about it.

A light chuckle sounded behind her, and suddenly his hands were smoothing over her arse, stroking her. Almost petting her. “You like this, don’t you, baby? Being open to me. Helpless to stop me.” His fingers slipped between her legs again and easily slid inside her soaking-wet pussy. “I can’t wait to fuck you here,” he said, his voice so deep and dark, so commanding that she pushed her body back towards him, desperate to have more of him inside her.

But then he brushed the pad of his thumb over her arsehole again and she clenched up, determined to keep the digit out of there. Not that what he’d done earlier had been unpleasant, she just wasn’t used to it.

It felt… weird.

“Has anyone ever fucked you here?” he asked, pressing harder against her puckered hole.

She shivered at his question as much as she did his crude touch.

Sophie shook her head. “No. Never.”

“Not even with a toy?” She heard the frown in his voice.

“No, sir.”

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