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    “Tell me, Hope. Tell me your darkest fantasy.”
    “No.” She wasn’t sure if her reluctance was due to
embarrassment or defiance. She wanted him to strike her again. Harder.
    Slap . Slap . Slap .
    Every time his hand connected with her ass, she jerked
forward and whimpered. Her juices ran down her thighs, coating the skin with
stickiness.
    “Tell me.”
    Crack . Crack . Crack . Her ass was on
fire. Ethan drove a hard bargain.
    “Two men. I fantasize about having two men!” She almost
screamed the words. She heard him take a deep breath. Had she offended him?
    He rewarded her confession by dipping two fingers into her
cunt. Slowly, he slid them in and out. Teasing her. She wanted to come. She
wanted to scream. She wanted to hide her face in embarrassment.
    But most of all she wanted Ethan St. Claire.
    “One of those men better be me.”
    In and out. Stroking over and over. Possessing her.
    She swallowed, hoping to ease the burning in her throat.
“Yes, of course one of them is you. It’s always you.”
    The pad of his thumb pressed against her clit. He stroked
the hardened nub in tender circles. “Do you have a second man in mind, Hope? Do
you know the man in your fantasy fuck?”
    She shook her head. Dominic’s face entered her thoughts and
her walls clenched around Ethan’s fingers, sucking him into her tight pussy.
    Damn it. Betrayed by her body.
    “You do know, don’t you? Is it someone you know?” Anger
dripped from his words.
    She nodded. No point lying, he would only worm it out of
her.
    “Is it someone I know?”
    She nodded again.
    He added a third finger to her pussy. She was so wet,
slippery and hot. Excited to the point of madness.
    “Who is it, Hope?”
    She whimpered. “I can’t tell you. You’ll think I’m a slut.”
    He snorted. “Baby, I could never think that. I’ve known you
too long. Just tell me. Please.”
    It was the please that undid her. “Dominic. It’s
Dominic,” she choked out, horrified at her confession but unable to stop the
words from escaping.
    He stilled.
    “Ethan?”
    She felt his soft lips press against her shoulder blade.
    “Ssh.” His fingers started moving, driving her higher,
pushing her toward the edge. “Good girl. Now come for me, Hope. Come like a
good girl. Coat my fingers. Show me how much you love my fingers, my cock, my
tongue. Show me how much you enjoy me fucking you.”
    He fucked her with his fingers, rubbed her clit faster and
faster. But it was his words that drove her over the edge. It seemed like he
was trying to possess her. To own her with his words. To make her his.
    “Come, Hope. Come for me.”
    Hope came. Her world flew apart and remade itself. She
screamed out her orgasm, clenched down on his fingers.
    After a few minutes, she drew in a deep breath. Lowering her
trembling body to the bed, she lay sprawling over his lap. Her skin tingled,
she felt raw in numerous places. Ethan’s hard cock nestled against her stomach.
Her confession had turned him on.
    He’d always been protective, but while he’d been spanking
her ass raw he’d seemed downright possessive.
    Being possessed by Ethan St. Claire. She liked that thought.
    She threw a glance at him over her shoulder. His dark eyes
stared at her intently. They roamed over her body as if branding her as his. An
erotic shiver ran down her spine.
    “So what now?”
    Ethan grinned. A predatory grin that set her heart
fluttering. “Now I’m going to fuck those beautiful tits of yours.”
    She moved from his lap and lay on her back. “I think that’s
a very good idea.”
    She pushed her breasts together, pinching her nipples. She
bit her lip and gave him her best come-get-me look.
    She’d always fantasized about this, him sliding his hard
cock between her breasts. She wanted him to come on her, to mark her. She
wanted to be his.
    As he straddled her waist, Hope sighed. His weight pressed
her into the bed. She couldn’t move. She loved the feel of his thighs pinning
her