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tell me what I know and don’t know. He did more than hug you.”
    “He kissed the top of my head. Sat me…I sat on his lap. Just affection, my lord.” Her gaze darkened. “I am yours and he belongs fully to Lady Lyssa. It’s simply how servants can be.”
    Which you would know if you took the time to look into my mind more often.
    He didn’t usually, not outside of the work they did in the lab, but he did at that key moment. When he growled, she started as if he’d goaded her with a cattle prod.
    “I apologize, my lord,” she said, though the set of her chin made him wonder if she was truly sorry. He’d find out. “I wasn’t trying to be impertinent.”
    “Yet you still managed it brilliantly.”
    Color stained her cheeks, but she said nothing further. She was obviously uncertain of this mood, but what filled his mind was she’d had that same set to her chin when she fought the enemy in his dreams. He’d let her leave that night, let her go near danger without him. Yes, he’d been needed at the Berlin castle for vital reasons related to that rescue attempt, but that wasn’t the point.
    He rose, bidding her with a short movement of his hand to stay in her sprawled position, legs open as much as the skirt allowed. As he studied her, her eyes lowered. But he saw how she took advantage of the demure act. Her attention lingered on his shoulders and chest, the track of his abdomen, leaving a trail of heat on his skin. Then she focused on his testicles and cock, forming a very noticeable mound under the cloth. Her aroused scent increased like that of a crushed gardenia, making him rein back a multitude of savage desires. “Stand up and take off your shoes.”
    As she slipped off the low, practical heels, he detected a delicious quiver to her. Had she gotten wet when Jacob touched her? The vision put murderous thoughts in his head. “Pull your panties down to your thighs. Don’t take them off. Then hold your skirt up at your waist.”
    Her eyes widened at that. He moved to switch on the lamp, and when he turned back, she’d complied. She was wearing white lace panties. She didn’t wear anything as racy as most of the servants who came through the Council headquarters did, but he’d never demanded that of her. Truth, her naked in a lab coat was enough to make him want to fuck her senseless. He’d never demanded that of her either. Maybe that was about to change.
    He came back, sat down on the bed. Taking her arm, he guided her closer to him. When it became clear he was going to spank her like a child, he saw a confused tangle in her mind. He’d wanted the panties and skirt in that position because it offered an erotic humiliation. He wanted to punish her for making him fear for her life. He required her to stay safe.
    All vampires had impulse control triggers. The younger the vampire, the harder it was to rein them back. He was a young vampire, yes, but not that young. His primal side might have hold of him, but he was letting it have full rein. Especially as he inhaled Jacob’s scent again.
    He pushed her down over his thighs. At five-eight, she was made up of willowy limbs, slender fingers and lovely feet with high arches and soft heels, her toenails painted a simple frost color like her fingernails.
    When she floundered, unsure of how to brace herself in that position, he held her. “Be still,” he said sharply. She went still, though he heard the erratic catch of her breath. “Part your thighs and lift your ass. I expect to feel all your muscles straining to bring it up as high as you can go. You won’t lower it, no matter how much it hurts.”
    “No, Master.”
    Master. She called him my lord most often, but the other springing to her tongue now made triumph surge through him.
    She had a pale, heart-shaped ass, one that would flush with color as easily as her cheeks did when she was flustered. He wanted to leave it red and throbbing, wanted her to ask his permission to use a pillow to sit. Would