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“I need something more,” she countered. I wasn’t sure she was right about that. I needed her a whole hell of a lot. Had for months now.

“No,” I told her and I didn’t miss the flash of shock that sparked in her ice blue eyes. I had a good feeling that not many people told Petra no.

“You get one thing. Then you’re mine for the rest of the night.”

She didn’t need to tell me twice.

My hand gripped the back of her neck and before she knew what was coming, I pulled her lips to mine. She stayed stiff until my tongue darted out and slowly licked across her bottom lip. She must have needed me something fierce because that was all it took to have her moving against me. Her plush lips slanted over mine and parted on the slightest of sighs.

As if she sensed her vulnerability, she tried to pull away but my hand firmly held her in place. I got one thing, I sure as hell wasn’t going to not get my fill before I handed my body over to her.

I pulled away and looked into her eyes. There was a split second she the let the dazed look linger before she drew the shades.

“Now, strip,” she said almost coldly as she stepped back and out of my reach.

I knew what this was. I wasn’t stupid. It wasn’t about me. There was something going on with her and she needed a way to get control again. Or she needed to beat the bad day out of her head. Something along those lines.

I may have been a sad fucker because I was willing to strip, get on my hands and knees, and even lick her high-heeled shoes if it would make her better.

As long as those weren’t the heels that went through Keften’s foot.

I pushed the thoughts out of my head because I didn’t need the image of that Petra in my head. Still wasn’t sure if it made me hard as hell or scared for my life.

Petra Novak confused me.

She also intrigued me.

And there was something about the woman I just couldn’t seem to shake.

“Knees,” she said to me once I was buck naked and standing proud. I wasn’t even ashamed that it was obvious how much she turned me on.

My knees hit the hard marble floor but I didn’t wince.

Click.One step.

Click.Another step.

Then one of those pointy heels came up and dug into my shoulder as she lifted her leg. Her fingers went into my hair, gripping to the point that I felt the sting of the pull.

“Lick,” she commanded and my face didn’t hesitate to bury into the sweet smell coming from between her legs.

Like a good boy, I licked and sucked and nibbled until she was coming all over my mouth and dripping down my beard.

But she wasn’t nearly done with me.

That night I ended up cuffed to a chair while she marked me with her crop until my chest was bright red and hot. Then she crawled onto my lap, skirt pushed up around her waist and heels still strapped to her feet. She rode me until we were both spent and the demons had been chased out of her head. I didn’t get to touch her, not even once after she let me kiss her. And while I hated it, I did it because it was what she needed from me.

But one day…

Oh, yes, one day, I was going to have my way. All of it.