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Suddenly, the air around her crackled as if electrified, and Sasha froze.
He was near.
The unmistakable scent of him—power and confidence mixed with masculine spice—surrounded her. An involuntary and undeniably feminine response crashed through her, making her knees weak.
The frantic flutter of her heart warned she was in danger. Not physical, but far, far worse. Emotionally.
She drew on her inner resources to protect her emotions from the man standing behind her.
Suddenly, his hands—strong and unyielding—clamped on her shoulders.
Against her ear, his voice flat with steely calm, he said, “You don’t belong here.”
Chapter Four
His voice…
Awareness skittered through her, igniting her nerve endings.
Suddenly she remembered the gruff notice in his tone that night when he’d ordered her to do all those wicked things.
As soon as she’d been able to escape from the wedding, she’d gone back to her hotel room and taken care of herself in the shower.
That had only taken the edge off long enough for her to get into her bed…where she’d brought herself off the second time.
Even that hadn’t diminished her craving to have Gregorio fill, stretch her, claim her completely.
“You need to leave.”
“Still trying to tell me what to do?” Last time they’d been together, she’d done everything he ordered. In retrospect, it scared her how willing she’d been to turn over control to him.
“I don’t recall you objecting.”
A shudder rippled through her and his knowing laugh proved he’d felt it as well.
“Why are you here, Petal?”
She longed to turn and face him, but he held her prisoner, forcing her to watch the scene.
In front of them, the Top dipped his fingers between the bottom’s thighs.
Even through the door, the man’s words rang clear. “You’re wet.”
How is that possible?
That ruler had to hurt, and the nasty red welts on her ass proved it.
The Top tossed the ruler to the side, and it clattered onto the desk near the submissive’s head.
Were they done?
Thank God. Maybe now she could deal with Gregorio.
But he didn’t release her.
As she watched, Top stepped back to unbuckle his belt. Sasha told herself she didn’t want to watch—simultaneously, she couldn’t force herself to look away.
When she’d decided to come here tonight, it had been for one purpose only. To find Gregorio. She’d never expected to be captivated by everything that was happening.