What a motherfucker.

The man is beyond belief. I’ve never met a more selfish or self-centered human being in my entire life. It’s no wonder that he’s a Dominant. He’s only interested in what he wants and how he’s going to get it. Everyone else in the world be damned. The fucker is completely missing the conscience portion in his brain.

I think that he may be a sociopath.

Was I planning to get pregnant anytime soon? Hell no, but the manner in which I prevent having a baby is my choice. This is my body. He had no right to have a foreign object placed inside of me without my consent.

This whole situation is fucked up on so many levels.

He is fucked up on so many levels.

I don’t think I can do this with him. Of my two choices, I’m beginning to wonder if I’m better off taking my chances with criminal charges. Because staying here and submitting to him… that’s not freedom.

Being charged isn’t the same as being convicted. Things could go my way. I could walk.

A few months of prostituting myself to Tristan Broussard. One hundred sexual acts, plus acts of submission versus being indicted and serving five to ten. Am I willing to take that kind of risk?

Maybe. Because I am not down with the shit that this asshole has done to me.

Tomorrow I will have been with Tristan for a week. I’ve already called him Master. Let him go down on me. And I was resigned to let him fuck me like a whore.

What will a month from now look like? Two months? Three? What about the end of this when he has used me until I’m nothing inside? He’ll have had his fun, and I’ll be nothing more than an empty shell of the person that I once was.

It’s not as though Dad hasn’t been through trouble with the law before. He knows the right attorneys. He knows the right judges. It’s not like we can’t buy them off. It’s been done before.

And am I really even certain that Tristan would turn me over to the authorities? I’m not sure that he would. All of this could be for naught. Maybe it’s time to call his bluff.

I’m standing in the middle of the room not wearing a stitch of clothes and mumbling about pros and cons to myself when Tristan barges into my bedroom. Without knocking. Of course he doesn’t. The man has no comprehension of boundaries.

“I should have locked that door.” The chances of his not coming into my room were zero. I should have considered that.

“The door doesn’t lock from your side.” Sounds about right, considering his capacity for understanding boundaries. “Do you really think that I’d allow my submissive to keep me out?”

“I don’t care enough to think about what you would or wouldn’t allow your submissive to do.”

I’m suddenly very aware that both of us are standing here very naked.

His roots are Creole. His ancestors are a melting pot of races and cultures, but he could pass for a Greek god. His body is magnificent. All male. Wide shoulders and chest, a narrow waist, lean hips. And he didn’t skip leg day. He’s shredded all over, but not in a way that makes me think he spends all day in a gym.

His skin is a beautiful tone with the perfect amount of hair across his chest. There’s more dark hair around his navel that forms a trail to his groin. I strongly suspect that he grooms since the hair around his balls and cock is short and tidy.

He’s still hard. And the man has a beautiful cock. Long. Thick. I think it’s the biggest one that I’ve ever almost had the pleasure of fucking.

I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to at least partially hide my nudity from him.

“Don’t hide your body from me.”

I’m so fucking tired of him acting like he’s the boss of me. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Your body is mine to look at whenever I like; you are my submissive. And since you seem to be unclear about it, telling you what to do is pretty much the point of this relationship. I order. You obey.”

“You call this a relationship?”

“We are planting the seed that will bloom into a very gratifying relationship. You just can’t see that yet because you’ve never experienced it.”

Gratifying. I have no doubt that this bastard will be the gratified one.

“I’m making a mental list of shit that you’ve done to me against my will in the short amount of time that I’ve been with you, and I’ve decided that submitting to you is becoming less and less appealing. I’m beginning to think that I’m better off taking my chances with the legal system rather than being your submissive.”

“You think I won’t do it? That I won’t turn over the surveillance to the police?”

“I don’t know. But I also don’t have any idea what you’re going to do to me. You’re… ruthless.”

He chuckles. “Not ruthless. But I am intent on having what I want, and I will do whatever is necessary in order to make that happen.”

“An intent man who will resort to any means necessary to have what he wants. That’s pretty much the definition of ruthlessness.”

“I’m not a man who sits around and waits for an opportunity to drop into his lap. I go after what I want, and I make it happen. Period. And I want you.”

Tristan Broussard has a history of getting what he wants. But that stops here. He can’t have me. “Change your mind. Want someone else.”

“No.”

“There’s a woman upstairs who loves and wants you desperately. I’m sure that she would take you back in a heartbeat.”

Claudia is happy to give him all of the kinky shit he wants. Why does he have to go and make this difficult by wanting me—a woman who isn’t interested in the things he wants? Why does he want to force this on me when it’s not who I am?

“You don’t get it, baby.” He fists the top of his hair. “I’m fucking obsessed with you. I’m not going to let you go until this is finished.”

“Trust me. We are over before we started. This is finished.”

He dashes toward me, stepping between the closet and me, and grasps my upper arms gently but firmly.

“Stay.” There’s a dominant command to his voice but also something else. A plea.

He’s so close that the front of his naked body is grazing mine, his still-hard cock brushing against my stomach. The feel of it against my skin sparks another rush of warm tingling deep in my groin and between my legs.

I shake my head, my decision already made. “I’m not your submissive. You don’t get to tell me to stay because it’s what you want from me.”

I try to push away but he tightens his grip. “At least hear me out. Let me explain why I had Cat place the IUD.”

“I already know why you did it. You don’t want a baby. And trust me, I don’t have a problem with that because I don’t want one either. Especially with you. But what I don’t understand is how you could possibly think that placing anything inside my body while I was unconscious would be okay under any circumstances.”

“It’s temporary, Emma Lia. I didn’t steal your fertility away forever. The thing can easily be removed with one yank, and you can have as many babies as you want.”

“Not the point. Your execution is what’s so fucked up. It’s beyond anything reasonable by anyone’s standards.”

“You think that I don’t know that?”

“Then why did you do it?”

His fingers grip tighter, but they loosen a little when I wince. “I’m a fucking control addict, okay? I have to be in charge of everything that affects me. And putting my dick inside you affects me greatly if a pregnancy happens.”

I look at his eyes, boring down to find some sense of right or wrong. A piece of humanity that understands what I’m trying to convey. “You think it doesn’t affect me too? I’m the one who would be pregnant.”

His hands leave my skin as though he’s been burned.

“I can’t hand over that kind of control. And I’d be a fool to. Human error. Irresponsibility. Conscious decision made on my sub’s part if she decides that she wants to try to trap me into marriage or some shit like that. I can’t risk it.”

“And you shouldn’t. I’m not suggesting that you hand over total control. I’m only saying that it wasn’t your decision to make for me and my body. And by the way, no birth control has a one hundred percent guarantee.”

“True, but a pregnancy with an IUD is a fluke. They’re very reliable, and there are just too many ways to have a slipup with the pill.”

Which is exactly why I always use a condom as a backup. “You’ve never heard of doubling up?”

“I want to fuck you and come inside you when I do. I want you to take every drop that I have to give and then I want to watch it drip out of your pussy. I wouldn’t be able to do that with a condom or if I hadn’t ensured that you were on reliable birth control.”

Moving closer, he places his hands on my face and cradles my jaw. “I know that you don’t understand or appreciate what I’ve done, but I did it for both of us. It’s a worry that doesn’t have to be on our minds now. We can enjoy this. Us.”

This stubborn-ass man isn’t listening to what I’m saying. “There isn’t an us. I’m not going to do this with you.”

He wraps his hands around my hips and uses his hold to push me backward until my back is pressed against the wall. Every inch of my skin erupts in goose bumps. I tell myself that it’s because the wall is cold against my skin, but I’m lying to myself. Tristan’s touch affects me. Greatly.

His palms flatten against the wall beside each side of my head, forming a cage of muscular arms around me. A prison without an escape.

“You can go if that’s what you want. I won’t try to stop you.” His words say one thing, but the enclosure of arms around me says something entirely different.

His eyes drift over my mouth before he leans in and presses a kiss there. Soft and sweet lips on lips. No tongue. Feels like the kind of kiss shared between people in love. Maybe. I have no way of being certain since I’ve never been in love.

He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and then releases it, making a popping-suction sound. Hmm… he has a playful side.

“I sure as hell don’t want you to go.” He inhales and exhales deeply while curling a lock of my hair around his finger, lightly brushing one of nipples. “I swear that I’ll make it worth your while if you stay.”

He eyes my lips like he might kiss me again. And I don’t know why, but a part of me wants him to.

“You said that you don’t kiss, but here you are kissing me again.” And not roughly. His kisses are sweet.

He smiles. “You make me want to kiss you.”

“Why?” What is it about me that stirs that desire within him?

His hand cups the side of my face, and his thumb caresses my bottom lip. “I don’t know why. I just do.”

He said that I could leave, and he wouldn’t stop me. This is my chance. I need to get the hell out of here before he changes his mind. “I need to get dressed so that I can leave.”

He leans closer and drags his bottom lip back and forth against mine. And his hard cock… it’s pressing against my stomach again. Bigger and harder this time.

“Let me convince you to stay.” His voice is barely more than a whisper.

I shake my head. “I don’t want to be your submissive.”

“Just stay with me for the night.” One hand wraps around the side of my torso and moves lower. “Not me as a Dom. Not you as a sub. Vanilla only.”

“Vanilla.” Simple. Clean. Plain.

Normal.

“What’s the point of staying if I’m not going to give you the things that you need in order to be satisfied sexually?” He’ll just end up being disappointed.

It’s been a while for me. I’d rather just go without rather than take a hit to the ego because I can’t do what it takes to satisfy him.

“Maybe tonight isn’t about me.” He grins and he moves in to kiss the side of my face. “Maybe I think that one orgasm isn’t enough for you.”

“I need to go home.”

His mouth moves to the side of my neck and kisses the sensitive spot below my ear. “Why go when I can make you come again and again and again until you beg me to stop because your body can’t take anymore.”

The tingles I felt in my groin when he pushed me against the wall are soaring. There’s zero doubt about it. The small spurt of liquid I just felt between my legs is for him. For his hard cock.

Fuck.

My intense physical response to him is unbelievable. And annoying. I want to be disgusted by him. I want to be turned off because he’s such a fucking freak.

But I’m not.

My attraction for him can’t be normal. To be aroused by the man who is blackmailing you into submission isn’t the least bit rational.

“You can go home in the morning.”

His fingers move over the big artery in the side of my neck, and I’m certain that he can feel it pulsating like crazy. “Your heart is beating so hard and fast. Is that because your mind is warring with your body.”

There’s an alarm sounding in my head—a siren warning me to stay away from this man. But my body refuses to listen. It wants the orgasms that he’s promising.

“You want me, Emma Lia. Just like I want you.”

“I do.” There. I said it.

Victory. I see it flash in his eyes before he closes them and lowers his head, touching his lips to mine. I close my eyes and lose myself in the pleasure of it.

Another kiss from the man who doesn’t kiss.

My hands glide up his chest and my fingers run through the dark bristly hairs. The heat of his body feels good beneath my fingertips. And the scent of his musky skin… I don’t what it is about a man’s smell but it’s something that I can never get enough of. 

His chest muscles twitch under my fingers, and I can feel his heart beating. Proof that mine isn’t the only one racing.

His muscular arms wrap around me, molding me against his powerful body. He’s fully aroused now. I thought that he was before, but I was wrong. The hard ridge of his erection is pressing even harder against the softness of my belly.

His hands move to the backs of my thighs, and he lifts my body from the floor as though I weigh nothing. My arms instinctively move up and around his shoulders as my legs wrap around his waist.

Tristan carries me across the room to my bed, and together we fall with him on top of me. My hands bury in the back of his thick, silky hair, but it’s short-lived because he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head. I’m not typically one to tolerate my movement being restricted, but I don’t mind this little bit of constraint.

He gently bites my lower lip and then sucks it into his mouth. He makes a game of nibbling and kissing my mouth—advance and retreat.

He uses his knees to spread my thighs apart. With my legs pushed apart, I can feel how wet that I already am. Proof that I’m turned on.

This is happening. And I’m letting it.

It’s wrong. I know that it is, but it feels so damn good.

Everything that happens tonight… I can regret all of it tomorrow.