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though she wanted him dead.
    He leaned down and licked her nipple, swirling his tongue around the hard, eager tip. Sucking. Teasing. Pulling the raised peak deep in his mouth to extend the tip. A squeak turned to a low moan that sent the remaining blood in his brain to his groin.
    He raised his head and waited until her thick lashes flicked open. “See, enthusiasm. That doesn’t seem too hard, does it?”
    “No, Mason,” she said, oh so prim.
    He treated the other breast to the same torment, loving every second of the needy sounds she made. When he released her nipple with a pop he was pleased to see she had not moved. “Aren’t you a good girl, keeping still.”
    Unable to resist that mouth a second longer, he claimed her lips in a ruthless kiss. Her tongue, no longer the least bit hesitant, thrust forward to meet his. He gripped the back of her head, taking her mouth the way he intended to take her body.
    A raw, dirty mouth fuck.
    Just as the kiss began to spiral out of control, he ripped away and she nearly fell into his lap. She panted at him with pink cheeks and a swollen mouth.
    Satisfaction and primal lust sang in his blood. He swiped a thumb over her bottom lip. “You are gorgeous like this, Anna.”
    Her mouth parted as though to speak but he scowled and the tension eased from her shoulders as her lips gently shut. “Put your hands behind your head and lace your fingers together.”
    Her breasts jiggled, enticing him as she obeyed with uneasy, jerky movements. “Good.” He rubbed the last remaining wetness from her nipples with his thumbs, enjoying the way her pupils dilated and her breath came fast. “You’re very responsive.”
    She bit her bottom lip as though trying to contain her wanton excitement.
    He shook his head. “That’s a lost cause. There will be no hiding from me. I want every single reaction. Understood?”
    “Yes,” she said, her voice tremulous.
    He attached the clamp to one distended peak, moving the latch until she hissed. He watched her carefully, looking for signs of panic or extreme discomfort.
    Pleased he saw none.
    It was becoming more and more obvious she liked pain. How much still remained to be seen but based on her current reactions, he wouldn’t be surprised if her tolerance was plenty high.
    She squeezed her lids shut tight and he asked, “Okay?”
    “Would it matter if I said no?” she asked in a strangled huff.
    “Quick learner. No, it would not.” He smiled. “Open those eyes.”
    Her lashes fluttered open to reveal a glassy, aroused gaze. He perused the rest of her, taking in her breathing, those hard nipples. He reached between her legs and stroked her swollen pussy. “You’d have a better argument if you weren’t dripping wet.”
    She gritted her teeth and said nothing.
    He chuckled at her visible effort to repress whatever sassy retort hovered on her lips. She really was a quick study. He’d never have dreamed he could take her this far, this fast.
    The hope was getting harder to ignore.
    He repeated his actions to her other breast, securing the clamp, fiddling with the clasp until he had the desired tension.
    Through it all she sat completely still, elbows back, keeping her position despite her distress. He gave the chain connecting the clamps a tiny tug.
    She gasped.
    He tugged harder.
    Her head dropped for a moment before she righted herself. Pleased, he sat back to admire his handwork. “Damn, that’s a pretty sight.”
    “It’s. Obscene.” She spit the words like bullets.
    “Absolutely.” He gripped her chin in his hands. “And you’re loving every fucking minute of it.”
     

Chapter Eight
     
    God help her but Mason was right. Anna had never felt anything close to this. The combination of pain, pleasure, excitement and agitation rolled into a lethal, explosive fireball in the pit of her stomach.
    Over the course of the evening, Mason had become so deliciously dangerous. So absolutely commanding she wanted to melt into a puddle of pure