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    “I still don’t understand what’s happening,” she told him.
    “Come on, and I’ll show you.” He never let go of her wrist, but instead walked purposefully, holding her wrist as he made his way off the terrace and back through the great room, turning down another hallway.
    He was holding onto her as if she was a child, made to follow dutifully behind her father.
    Chloe didn’t know what to think. Her mind was stunned, spinning from what Brody had told her so bluntly.
    I’m going to mark you as mine—my territory.
    Finally, they entered what could only be the master bedroom.
    There were floor to ceiling windows on two sides of the room, and wall-to-wall gray carpeting that was plush beneath her feet as she entered. The room was neat, enormous but minimally furnished.
    The biggest piece of furniture in the room was a large, modern bed. Directly across from the bed was a couch, pushed flush against one of the giant windows.
    Brody let go of her wrist and faced her.
    She felt nervous enough to collapse. “What’s happening?” she whispered.
    “This is happening,” he said, unbuttoning his cuffs. “I’m happening to you, because I chose you, Chloe. Out of all the women in the world, I choose you.”
    She swallowed. “Choose me for what?”
    “To be mine,” he said.
    “I don’t get it.”
    “You will,” he said, and then he closed the distance before she could so much as take a breath, and his lips were on hers, and she was falling, falling, falling.
    His hands roamed across her body, over her breasts, conjuring up sensations of pleasure she’d never known possible.
    She was on the bed, and he was taking her, doing exactly as he wanted.
    Soon, her blouse was off, and then before she knew it, Chloe was wearing only her bra and panties, and Brody Hawk was kissing her, his tongue slowly and forcefully entering her mouth while his strong, firm hands cupped her breasts and squeezed until her pussy contracted with furious excitement, wet and supple. Moist, wanting him, needing him, her fear overcome by her intense desire for him.
    Brody sat up suddenly, all in one motion, removing his tie and encircling it around her wrists as she lay on her back, staring up at him.
    “What are you—“
    “Shhh…” He stared down at her, cinching the bonds tighter until her wrists were immobilized, the heels of her palms nearly flattened against each other.
    Brody got up, and then dragged her towards the headboard, before affixing the tie to one of the slats. Chloe’s arms were extended fully now, and she had little wiggle room. It wasn’t painful, exactly, but neither was it comfortable.
    She felt vulnerable, her heart was pounding so hard that her chest was visibly moving. Beads of sweat stood out on her cleavage, her belly. She could feel the dampness of the hair on her forehead.
    Brody continued looking down at her. He was still fully clothed, although his suit coat was off. His muscular torso was visible in its contours beneath the thin fabric of his dress shirt. He moved quickly, so fast that everything he did was part dance, part attack, part stillness.
    He reminded her more of a panther, a big cat—then he did of any man she’d ever seen.
    His hands were on her hips and then sliding her panties down her legs. She gave a quick squeal of surprise.
    “Now you’re revealed completely,” he muttered, gazing between her legs at her slick, bare mound that seemed to pulse with excitement that was its own.
    The fact that Chloe was halfway terrified didn’t matter to the part of her that was so sexually aroused, she felt ready to pop.
    “Brody,” she gasped. “What is going on?”
    “I’m going to fuck that beautiful cunt of yours until you can’t see straight,” he told her, and then he reached under the bed and retrieved more restraints. Moments later, her ankles were bound and tied to the bedposts.
    Now her legs were wide open on the mattress and she was wearing only a bra.
    Her entire body was