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make you a priority and pick up where I left off. I—”
    “I don’t want a referral, Callista. I want you to talk to me.”
    “I told you what I…I told you.” She rolled aside and sat, swinging her feet to the floor. “There isn’t really anything else to say, except you’re wrong. I do owe you an apology. This isn’t something you should have to deal with. It’s my issue, not yours.”
    Mikal checked his watch, which continued to count down the minutes remaining of the hour he’d insisted upon. “You agreed to sixty minutes. I still have twenty-three left. Your issue is mine right now because you’re mine right now.”
    She held the dark sheet to her chest and slanted him a sidelong look. “I don’t want to play anymore.”
    He narrowed his eyes and straightened. Prowling around the bed to stand in front of her, he grasped her chin and forced her head back. “I explained that this isn’t a game we’re playing . Have you forgotten that?”
    Callista jerked her head but he dug his fingertips into her jaw, anchoring her in place. “No,” he said. “You’re not hiding from your choices. As your Master for the rest of this hour, I require you to talk. Tell me about wanting to be raped.”
    Just saying the words out loud set him on fire. Mikal clenched his jaw and held his dark urges at bay.
    Licking her lips, Callista closed her eyes. “You think I’m crazy.”
    “I think I deserve clarification. Talk .”
    “It’s…I…have a fantasy. I’m not insane.”
    “Do you want to be violated or do you want to be hurt?”
    She released the sheet and wrapped her hands around his wrists. “I want the fear. I want to run and scream for help and cry because nobody’s coming to save me. I know it’s fucked up. I know it is. But I can’t help it. I can’t…”
    “You can’t stop wanting what you want,” he finished after she trailed off. “You daydream about where you’ll be when you’re attacked, about the threats he’ll make, about the weapon he’ll use.”
    “Not he,” she whispered. “You.”
    “Me,” he said flatly, betraying no sign of the alarm he suddenly felt. “What makes you think I’m interested in giving you what you want?”
    “I’ve heard you’re…into that kind of thing.”
    A fist tightened in his gut. Mikal let her go and backed away. “You’ve heard I’m into what kind of thing? Victimizing women? Assault? Rape?”
    “No. Not like that. Like pretending.” She grabbed the sheet again and clutched it between her breasts. “I just…I wasn’t digging for information about you. I have a friend who knows someone you used to be involved with. When I mentioned to my friend that you’re one of my clients…it’s not true, is it? I’ve insulted you and made a fool of myself.”
    Callista averted her face and slid from the bed. She sank to the floor and started gathering her clothes. Staring at the naked line of her back and her bare ass offered up to him, he lost the battle with his self-control.
    “You’re still mine,” he muttered, unzipping his pants. “Seventeen minutes.”
    She froze on her hands and knees, the heel of one shoe clutched in her right fist. Mikal watched her closely while he reached into his fly and palmed his cock. Her ribs expanded on a deep breath and her thighs tensed but when he moved to straddle her calves, she responded by releasing the shoe and sinking down onto her forearms.
    Mikal knelt behind her, trapping her legs between his knees. The scratch he’d drawn across her leg stood fresh and red, evidence of his ownership. He ran his hand over her ass and stroked the long, angry line left by the tip of his knife. Callista drew a sharp breath and flinched away from his touch.
    “No.” He grabbed her hip and pulled her back into position, where he could admire the crack of her ass and follow the soft line down to the smooth, wet lips waiting to swallow his cock. He craved the hot sensation of sinking into her pussy, of burying himself