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not, you give me to your brother— whoops— changed your mind. I’m young but I’m not simple, give me some credit. Whether I love you or not may not be in question but if I choose to be your plaything is another story altogether.”
    “So you love me but you’re out for blood, you want to make me suffer for my lapse in judgment. Understandable, and I’ll let you. You can hurt me as much as you need to, Allie, it won’t make any difference. Me without you doesn’t make sense anymore, besides—my heart won’t have it any other way.
    His lips grazed hers for an instant before he kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, the smooth line of her jaw and then at last his mouth claimed hers and she groaned and pressed into him, her nipples tightened under the thin dress, her legs trembling, and that was that— game on.
    Allie stumbled when they finally stepped out of the elevator, they were both drunk from the power of the kiss and the champagne. William scooped her up and carried her into his suite and her arms went instinctively around his neck, snuggling into him, unable to stop herself. She was overwhelmed with need, the need for his love but at that moment she needed his body even more, and she needed to punish him just a little. She wasn’t tender when her lips kissed his neck lingering for only a moment against the throbbing, hot pulse then moving to scrape her teeth lightly against his full lower lip. When he stopped at the foot of the bed and let her body slide down the length of his there wasn’t a centimeter of space between them.
    “Allie, Allie,” he whispered and then groaned as she darted her tongue between his parted lips and he let her lead knowing that she wanted it rough and without tenderness. She wanted to make him hurt in the most exquisite way. “Fuck!” He growled as she sent his shirt buttons flying and scraped her short nails down the length of his chest, over the perfectly ridged muscles of his stomach and beneath the waistband of his pants. She hesitated then as the heat from his body and the smooth-hardness of his erection shocked her back to reality.
    Here was this man she had longed for and he was real and hot and huge, his body humming with life and power under her hands. She met his eyes as if for the first time and a jolt of adrenaline shot through her at the intensity of devotion and animal-like possessiveness— possessiveness for her .
    “Don’t stop now, darling girl, I like this side of you. I’m not that skinny-dick college kid who couldn’t give you what you wanted or take what you have to dish out,” he said, his fingers traced over the red scratches she’d left on his chest. There were small drops of blood here and there and he swiped a fingertip through it and licked it clean. “Hurt me for hurting you, it’s okay, I can handle it, I want it.”
    “I… I can’t… I’ve lost my nerve,” she said and started to back away but he caught her wrists and pulled her toward him.
    “Undress me, Alaina. Don’t be shy, you’ve seen every part of my body… you own my body, you own me.”
    His words spurred her on and set a fire raging inside her as she fumbled with his fly, her fingers trembling as they brushed the thick outline of his cock. “Help me,” she cried, after she’d removed his shirt and then stopped. She felt as if she was starving for his body and it made her anxious and unsteady.
    He unzipped his fly and kicked his shoes and pants aside then hooked his thumbs in his boxer briefs and pushed them down, releasing his straining cock. “Come here,” he said, “let’s get you out of this sexy dress. Did you wear this to drive me out of my mind, Alaina? To make me squirm while I sat across from you and your father tonight? Because it worked. You definitely have a mean streak, don’t you? I like it,” he said and he lifted her dress away and caught her arms as she tried to cross them over her breasts. “Like this,” he said, drawing her hands to her