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“I’m here,” Diann said softly.“Use me.”

Julen closed his eyes, swallowing hard, his hands fists at his side as he fought not to give in.

“Giving up control was hard.Almost painful.”Her words hammered against him.“You don’t really care about the pain, but the fact that your back still hurts is a reminder about how you lost control.”

“I didn’t lose control.”The words were gravelly, spoken through his teeth.

“No,” she agreed.“You gave up control, but that consent didn’t make it feel any easier, did it?”

“Get out of my head,” he snarled, still refusing to look at her.

“No.”Her bare hands still rested on his chest, and her fingertips pressed hard then relaxed, almost as if she were kneading him.

“Diann…”

“Yes, Master Morton?”

Hearing her call him that made his fingers itch to touch her.He swallowed, the silence going on too long.

“Yes, Sir?”she said in a soft, dark voice.

The groan that tore out of him came from the depths of his soul.

“You don’t want to submit to me right now,” he warned.

“Yes, I do.You’re freaking out because you need to be in control, aren’t you?”

“I object to the term freaking out.”

“Overruled.And answer the question.”

He shook his head, not denying what she’d said, but refusing to answer.

Diann shoved.He hadn’t expected that, and fell back half a step, shoulders smacking against the cold wall.He hissed as his abused skin made contact, though the cold felt good.

Diann pinned him there with her palms on his pecs.“You feel the pressure building inside you.Every second, every breath, it grows.You need to release it, but the only way you can is to be in control.Balance the scales.Isn’t that right?”

Finally, Julen looked at her.Their gazes met, held.

“But it isn’t enough to be in control of yourself.Holding yourself tight will only keep the pressure in.You need to dominate someone else.Bend their will to yours.Vent your frustration and need against their flesh.”

Odd expressions flitted across her face.Apprehension?Desire?

Julen had a deep, burning need to understand and be able to read every expression on her face, and every inch of her body.

“Isn’t that right…” Diann whispered.

She shrugged her robe off her shoulders, revealing a band of fabric around her breasts and a pair of panties.

“…Sir?”

Julen surged away from the wall, grabbing her by the hair.

He forced her back several steps, yanking her head back.He pulled, bending her over the arm he’d braced against her hips and exposing the long line of her throat.He bit her on the curve of flesh where shoulder met neck, and as his teeth pressed against her flesh, Julen felt Diann shiver.

That was a good start, but he needed more.And needed it now.He drew her upright, sliding his hand down the back of her skull until he could grip the back of her neck.

Her mouth was open, her lower lip damp and soft.

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