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wanted. A buckle bunny looking for a good hard fu—”
    Crack! She slapped him hard across his face before she could think twice, and his head whipped sideways. He didn’t move away, he only turned his face back to hers. There was a handprint-shaped mark on his cheek. He reached up and touched the spot, the intensity of his stare burning through her.
    Wow. She was so not the violent type when she was angry, but to insinuate that she… oh yeah , slapping him was the appropriate reaction. She may go to a BDSM club frequently, she may do a few scenes with doms, but she rarely went all the way with those men. She didn’t just sleep around like that. When she went to bed with a man, she wanted a deeper connection. For him to call her a…what was it? Buckle bunny? Red tinged her vision as she seriously considered slapping him again.
    “So that’s how you want to play?” His lips firmed into a hard line.
    As he spoke, he reached up and collared her throat—not squeezing it, but the possessive hold was fully dominant. Little flutters of excitement stirred in the pit of her belly and a shiver rippled through her. Arousal pulsed to life between her thighs at the gentle domination. She tried to retreat, but couldn’t. He must have sensed her need to resist because he leaned over her, reminding her just how much taller he was. Her whole body flashed with heat and arousal at his silent show of power. It was impossible not to imagine him in full control of her: the way he might pin her down on the bed, his muscled arms twining with hers as he held her captive beneath him. Restrained for his pleasure, and hers. He was a natural dominant. It was obvious in every sweeping gaze, the flex of his muscles, the way he looked at her as if he could not only read her mind, but glimpse her soul. Another thing he and his twin apparently had in common. Dominant, alpha male instincts. She was a submissive but she’d not yet found a dominant who could top her and make her truly want to submit. The way Fenn stared at her, like he was furious and yet aroused, and the gentle grip on her throat? What if he unleashed all of that control on her? It was enough to make her light-headed.
    “You saved my life tonight. Aren’t you interested in a thank you?” That devil-may-care grin knocked her right behind the knees. How many women had fallen prey to that smile that promised decadent endless hours of pleasure? He brushed his thumb over her chin as he studied her. His eyes held such a promise of passion that for a moment she could only contemplate what he would do with her…to her. Then she regained control of herself and reminded herself of her mission.
    “We have to talk.” She shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge.
    “Talk, honey, if you want to talk, but first I’d like to thank you properly.”
    “You don’t need to do that—”
    He dipped his head and captured her mouth.
    An explosion of taste hit her head and every bone in her body melted into liquid fire. His mouth was hot and fierce as he kissed her senseless. She’d never believed any of her friends when they said a man’s kiss could do that, but here she was, swooning in the tiny space of a trailer kitchen as the long lost Lockwood twin turned her entire world on its head with one kiss. She sighed against his lips. One kiss wouldn’t hurt, right? They could talk…after.
    His hand around her throat slid back to the base of her neck and then fisted in her hair, tugging on the strands. It gave her just the edge of pain to heighten the pleasure as he pressed his body fully to hers. Heat flooded her, making her skin burn deliciously. Fenn nibbled her mouth, and then licked at her slightly parted lips before delving inside. His tongue teased hers, dueling until she was clutching at his shoulders, trying to get closer. Their hips rocked together and the fabric of his jeans rubbed at her bare thighs, the roughness delicious and erotic. Fenn’s other hand slid down from her waist