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“I… don’t like being dominated. If we do this, my control will be my own.”

I pull back and stare into her eyes. “Think about what happened on Saturday. And think about how much better it can be with me in charge. Are you really afraid of that much pleasure?”

I place a finger over her mouth when she starts to respond. “Before you say anything, let me make you another promise. Nothing I do will be against your will.”

She swallows and nods. “Okay. How… how long is a while?”

I run my tongue over her lower lip and wonder if she’s aware of how needy and pleading her tone turned just then. I suppress a groan when her mouth parts for me. “Until we reach our final destination in Greece, you’ll be mine to fuck and use how I please, completely, without exception, with your pleasure and oblivion a guarantee. Nothing is off the table unless you use your safe word. Agreed?”

21

MASON

The mention of the safe word makes her grimace. “Do I have to have one?”

“Yes.”

Her beautiful eyes gleam with a touch of rebellion. “Do I have to call you Master or Sir, too?”

I take her hand in mine and tug her out of the elevator. I don’t respond until we’re outside my suite. I cage her against the door and wrap one arm around her tiny waist.

She feels so fragile that I’m a little unnerved by how much strength she holds in her slight body.

“I would prefer it, but if you need some time to get used to the idea, I can wait.”

One curved eyebrow lifts. “You think you can get me to do that in ten days?”

“Are you wet for me, Keely? Right at this moment, are your panties soaked at the thought that I’m going to be fucking you hard and possibly rough in the next half hour?”

Her breath hitches. “That wasn’t what?—”

“Answer me,” I press, letting authority throb in my voice.

“I… Yes.”

“What if I promise you that every time you call me Master, you’ll get wetter, hotter? That your pleasure will triple with the knowledge that handing me that little control will guarantee bliss beyond your wildest dreams?”

“I’ll say, it’s a nice idea in theory, but logic says I have to believe what I’m saying in order for it to work.”

I smile, and her lips part on a single, delicious exhale. “Then I look forward to putting the theory to the test.”

I key in the code, and the door swings open behind her. When she stumbles, I catch her and walk her backward into the suite.

Her hands grip my arms and she stares at me. “Why do I get the feeling I’ve just walked into a clever trap?”

“Because you’re an astute woman. A woman I’ve been dying to fuck again for days.”

The moment my mouth touches hers, she moans. I kick the door shut and taste her deeper, harder, my hunger a force I can barely contain. My cock throbs painfully by the time I pull back.

I need to do this right.

I never actually thought of how much time we have together until she mentioned ten days. Now all I see is that damn neon clock, counting down again. I have a little over a week to appease the raging monster within, to find that jagged peace, which will carry me through the tormented wasteland of nightmarish days, weeks, and months that is now my life.

“Strip.” I barely recognize my voice as I stop in the middle of the living room.

Her eyes widen. Apprehension and anticipation flit over her features.

My gaze skates over the curves I want to fuck and bruise. She’s hot everywhere. Even her dainty little fingers…