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to Penn. He raised his brows. “Sir?”
    “Sir,” I sighed out despite myself and my irritation.
    “Please continue, Miss Bloom.” The businesslike tone in his voice should have made me more angry, but it had me starting to slick myself instead. He always began that way, cool and aloof, before he let himself touch me and tease me and purr about how beautiful I looked naked at his feet with my hands tied behind my back and his swollen cock in my mouth.
    “I want… I want you to tell me why. Why this?” I opened my arms to motion to the bedroom, to the space between us, to this intangible I felt binding us. When he grew still but did not respond, I folded my arms defensively across my chest and shook my head. No more beating around the bush. “Did you know I was Penn Ellison’s ex-girlfriend?”
    The gently defined muscles along Adrian’s abdomen tightened. He reached for the glass and took a carefully measured sip. “I did.”
    For a moment, I started to argue with him, until I realized he had actually answered my question, just that simply and bluntly. My voice was a rasp as I asked, “You did?” I felt like the floor came out from under my feet, like I was falling, tumbling. And all I could think was… Oh, Mama, what have I done ? Adrian had once referenced the saying about apples not falling far from the tree, for fathers and sons, but it was also true for mothers and daughters. She’d have understood this pain, this humiliation, of loving with such willful foolishness. She wouldn’t have regretted it, though. With searing anguish sawing through my insides, by god, I did. I had promised myself I’d never let this happen to me, and now…twice…
    “Penn said… He said there had been a woman, back in college. Is that what this is about?”
    Adrian Knight slammed his heavy crystal glass against the wooden tabletop so hard that the offended shriek pierced my ears, and I drew back a step as he came up out of that chair. “Penn said, did he? Not really appropriate, is it, Miss Bloom? Consorting with your former lover when you’re supposed to be my submissive?”
    The rise of his anger stoked mine, and I suddenly found myself waving my hands in furious gestures as I bit back, “And what’s appropriate about using me like a weapon to get back at somebody else?”
    Knight’s hand darted out, and his long fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me toward him while forcing an arch to my back. “My motives are my own, Miss Bloom, and none of your concern. So long as I dominate you the way you need to be dominated, the whys and wherefore are for me to worry about.”
    I dug my nails into his bare shoulders, wishing I had the nerve to push him away or at least draw blood. How could my body burn for him, wet itself for him, even as he confirmed how little I meant to him? “Bullshit,” I hissed, at myself as well as Adrian.
    “Bullshit, sir ,” he reminded me and ground up against me. I could feel the swell and size of his erection even through the towel and certainly through the thin cotton of my dress. God help me, I wrapped one leg over his hip without thinking about it. “Let’s get back to basics, shall we, Miss Bloom?” He abruptly released me and took a step back. “Take off your clothes.”
    I did, ripping my dress over my head and casting it to the floor in one hard whipping motion, as I glared him down. My body was bare underneath it, perfectly vulnerable as Adrian scooped me up against him and my ankles locked at the small of his back, as his mouth went after the aching peaks of my stiffened nipples.
    “Fuck,” I gasped as he sucked firmly on the tender nubs. My head lolled and rolled against my shoulders as I fretted and whimpered, caught in a moment of decision. Again in the arms of a man who could possess me but couldn’t love me, there was only my pride to salvage. But did that mean wriggling out of Adrian Knight’s arms right now, slapping him across that gorgeous face, and marching out of