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felt the caress of his heavy breathing along her neck, and she moaned when he lightly bit the tendon where her neck met her shoulder, as if he were claiming her. She pushed her hips back against his, meeting his deep, precise thrusts with her own slow grind, and a dark, possessive growl rumbled through him.
    “You feel so damn good,” he rasped, his voice gravelly with barely leashed restraint as the weight and the strength of his body rocked hard against hers. “I need to watch you come for me.”
    She felt him remove the mask, but she dipped her head low and kept her eyes shut. He easily cupped his big hand beneath her chin and lifted her face again, holding her in a way she couldn’t escape his firm but gentle grasp.
    “Open your eyes and look at how beautiful you are when I fuck you, Paige,” he commanded in a sharp tone, his face so close to hers the stubble on his jaw scraped enticingly across her cheek. “Look at us .”
    Compelled to obey his order, she let her lashes flutter open. She found herself staring into a mirror on the headboard, and the breath rushed out of her when she saw their stunningly erotic reflection—with her hands bound and tied and Sawyer fucking her from behind. Her face was flushed pink, her lips parted and wet, and her hair was tousled around her shoulders. Her eyes were a smoky shade of green and filled with arousal. Pleasure etched her features, making it difficult to deny just how much she loved his dominance over her.
    She couldn’t remember ever feeling and looking so wanton, or when she’d been so shameless about her needs and desires.
    He rode her harder, impossibly deeper, and she looked at him—at the gorgeous, masculine face right beside hers and the muscular arms braced on either side of her body that flexed with his every relentless stroke. Her gaze shifted to his in the mirror, and when she saw the raw intensity in his eyes, the fierce hunger for her , she felt as though she were falling off a very steep cliff with nothing below to save her or the heart beating so wildly in her chest.
    Oh God. This was why she’d wanted the blindfold, because she’d feared this kind of intimacy, this kind of absolute connection to a man who had the ability to shatter her all over again. This made her wish for things that weren’t possible. Not with him. Not anymore.
    “Come for me, Paige.” He ground his hips against hers, again and again, ruthless in his quest to claim what he desired. His lips touched her cheek, then he breathed into her ear. “I need to feel your pussy clenching tight and hot around my cock.”
    She moaned, and through her fog of lust, she realized that this man claiming her in every way was the real Sawyer. That here at The Players Club, his true nature was revealed. The dirty talk, the dominance, the need to control were a part of him he’d kept carefully concealed while they’d been dating, but here and now, he held nothing back sexually, and Lord help her, she wanted more of this decadent pleasure, more of him .
    His breathing turned harsh, and his body tensed along the back of hers, his driving thrusts increasing in strength and speed. “Fuck, I can’t hold back any longer…”
    His head fell back, and he groaned, his hips jerking hard against her ass as he chased his own climax. She didn’t think she had another orgasm left in her, but she was wrong. The look of sheer rapture transforming his masculine features, and knowing she was the reason he was in the throes of ecstasy, triggered another one from her—this one deep and hot and so powerful she couldn’t contain the raw scream that escaped her throat or the tremors that pulsed around the thick cock buried so deep inside her.
    As the warm glow of passion ebbed and reality slowly intruded, Paige was forced to face some truths. That it hadn’t taken much for Sawyer to strip away her inhibitions and that, physically, she’d never felt so satisfied. Nor would she be able to look at him again and not