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caused.
    Her rejection all those years ago had been torture, but this … now that he’d proven to her that he would always be there for her. Always protect her and her family. Yet she still didn’t care for him.
    â€œSo for you this has just been about paying back the debt all along. Nothing more. This is college all over again. You don’t want me now any more than you did then.”
    Her rejection now was a betrayal so deep, he didn’t think he’d ever recover.
    He turned and stormed from the room.
    * * *
    Liv stared at the door as it slammed behind Shock. The look of rejection in his eyes tore at her heart.
    She darted across the room and pulled it open, then dashed down the stairs behind him.
    She was out of breath by the time she reached the bottom, but caught up to him. No one seemed to be around.
    â€œShock, I’m sorry.” She hurried along behind him to keep up with his long-legged stride.
    He opened the French doors and continued outside onto the patio.
    â€œI didn’t mean to hurt you,” she said as she followed him along the stone surface.
    Suddenly, he turned toward her, his nostrils flaring, his eyes like burning embers.
    â€œHurt me?” The words came out stretched tight with a hard edge. He grabbed her arms and yanked her toward him. “You don’t have the power to hurt me.”
    She felt herself dragged forward, then pulled around a corner of the house, out of view of the windows.
    His eyes blazed as he glared down at her. “You’re here as my slave for one month. That’s it.” He pushed her hard against the wall of the house. “You signed a contract saying you’d do whatever I tell you to. If I tell you to be my fucking loving girlfriend one night, you’ll do that. If I tell you to be my whore the next, then you’ll do that. Right?”
    His searing stare pinned her to the wall. She nodded her head, unable to utter a word.
    He stepped forward, crushing his body against her, grinding his pelvis into hers. “And if I want to fuck you right here on the patio, then you’ll open for me and beg for more. Right?”
    She nodded.
    â€œAnswer me properly,” he ground out, molten anger flaring in his eyes.
    â€œYes, Sir,” she answered hoarsely.
    He scowled, then grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head. Pinning them with one hand, he shoved his hand under her T-shirt and squeezed her breast, then he pushed his groin forward, pressing the hard ridge of his cock against her.
    The anger seething in his eyes disturbed her, but she could see past it to the hurt she’d cause him.
    He released her breast and his hand slid downward, then pushed into her jeans. When he couldn’t get far enough, he cursed, then unfastened the button and zipper and slid his hand under her exposed panties, curling his fingers over her mound.
    Anxiety coiled through her, while at the same time his touch inflamed her. She remembered the safe word in the contract and wondered if she should use it … but she didn’t want to.
    He pushed a finger into her.
    â€œGod damn it, struggle,” he grated. “I don’t want some little mouse who won’t stand up for herself.”
    She jolted her wrists against him, almost knocking him free at the suddenness of her movement, but he recovered instantly, tightening his grip. A smile curled his lips and he pushed his finger deeper into her, then ground his body against hers.
    Oh, God, the feel of his finger inside her, his big, muscular body pinning her to the wall, sent her plummeting into a dark desire for more. A wanton need pulsed within her. She wanted him to take her right here.
    His finger slipped from her and he pushed down one side of her jeans, then the other with his free hand, the other still holding her wrists above her head.
    With their gazes still locked, she felt his hand move between their bodies and heard the rustle of his jeans unfastening. Then his