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fault. She doesn’t know who I am yet.
    Maya’s pink mouth parts slightly. She looks as though she wants to speak, but she doesn’t dare piss me off. Good, it’s working already. There’s nothing but the sound of her quick breaths in my bedroom. I don’t know if I could handle it if she walked out on me, because I’m not satisfied. Not in the least.
    Her mouth twists in anger, but I place a finger over her swollen lips to silence her.
    “ Don’t . Accept the fact that you don’t know me. This is how it’s going to be.”
    She sucks in her lip and bites down hard as she thinks it over in her head. I see the struggle behind those proud eyes. She wants to fuck me, but her pride won’t let her.
    Then finally she swallows. “Okay.”
    There’s a slight edge in her voice that I don’t like to hear. As boss, I’m always on the lookout for any hint of defiance in my men. I’m always searching for the one who will challenge me, so that I can crush him. Mock execution. Most of the time, it’s just a bullet between the eyes. I like to send the message that I don’t fuck around. Second chances? Fuck that. You get one chance with me.
    Smiling, I turn my back on her and enter my closet, looking for the stash of toys I rarely get to use on the women I bring home. This one’s different. She’s desperate for cock. She’ll let me do whatever the fuck I want.
    I pick out a nice leather blindfold dyed in a wine-red color and curl it around my hands. She glances at the blindfold around my hand and tries to look unconcerned, but her hands tighten over the comforter.
    “Sit up.”
    She obeys quickly, her dark eyes flicking to the blindfold and then to my face. Blood rushes to my hands as I touch her neck, feeling her fluttering heartbeat. The blindfold wraps around her eyes in a tight embrace, and I slide the strap through the buckle until it’s snug. She can’t see a fucking thing.
    I touch her shoulder, and she jumps a little. It gets my blood going like you wouldn’t believe. She doesn’t expect where I’m going to touch her, and her head lifts, her lips searching for me. I trace my finger around those beautiful lips.
    “I told you I’d make you mine tonight,” I say, pinching that succulent bottom lip. “I meant it. Just one night as my fuck toy, and then you go back to Daddy.”
    Her lips tremble as I take my hands away, and then I grab her wrists, tugging them. She follows the pressure unsteadily, standing up from the bed. Her brown hair swings wildly as she stumbles forward into my chest. She inhales a small gasp, and the pink blush spreading over her cheeks makes my dick hard enough smash diamonds.
    “Hands behind your head.”
    She tentatively raises her hands, a question forming on her lips that she swallows.
    A smile tightens my face.
    Good girl.
    Her tits look amazing with her hands behind her head. They stick out like two perfect orbs, her nipples already hard. I watch as the breath catches in her throat when I take one of those nipples in my forefinger and thumb and pinch hard. Fucking beautiful. I love the way she gasps and bites her lips. Then I lower my head and take that hard bud in my mouth.
    The sharp sound of her gasp cuts the air. I love watching her reaction. It gets me so fucking hard. Her nipple hardens around my tongue and I move it in slow circles. Then I pull back and blow air over her wet skin. I do the same to the other one, taking more of her tit in my mouth, sucking hard over the creamy skin so that a bright, red mark burns on her skin. The blood pounding through my cock makes the ache almost painful.
    My power over her is like a heady, seductive scent. It makes me feel drunk, makes my veins run with fire. I say, “Jump,” and she obeys. I crave that kind of control. Fucking need it. But I need this even more.
    I sit down on the edge of the bed, turning her trembling body around.
    “Kneel.”
    My command rolls over her body like silk. Maya’s thighs tremble. “Why?”
    I reach