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He certainly carried the same sense of cool that Matt displayed, as
well as the aura of danger. You just didn’t mess with the Kings. Unless you were keen to find a whole load of trouble.
    Megan took a step forwards. She
wanted to start the tour. To get moving. To stop the
fervent racing of her brain before it made her dizzy. Before she changed her
mind and fled.
    Matt didn’t move.
    She went to take another step
forwards but she paused. What was he waiting for? Had she done something wrong,
other than deciding to come here with him?
    “Matt?”
    “You have forgotten.”
    She tensed. The tiny hairs on her
arms stood on end. Did he want her to kneel? Should she have kept to ‘Master’
instead of using his name? How would this work between them now after so long?
Did they just slip back into their old ways?
    Surely he’ll tell me what to do, just like always. Whenever I’ve been
in doubt, he has helped me, led me, and even calmed me.
    “Megan,” he whispered as he moved
closer. “Do you need me to remind you?”
    She gazed into his eyes but found
no answer there. Only the darkness of desire, and the danger
of passion. A passion which could be roused like a
hungry panther with claws just as sharp and a body just as beautiful, just as
powerful. Yes, Matt was dangerous. Addictively so.
    She nodded, afraid to speak.
    “Take off your dress.”
    “What?” her voice squeaked.
    “You come into my home, then you play by my rules.”
    She looked down. The fire in his
eyes was too fierce, too intense. She stared at his broad shoulders instead, at
how they morphed into a full muscular chest that bulged beneath his fitted
black t-shirt. His arms were heavily tattooed with colorful sleeves that told
the story of his life so far. Images of things he’d done, people he’d known, and
places he’d travelled.
    My name.
    She jumped as she spotted it.
    Just above his left wrist,
written within the body of a snake that was wrapped around a bleeding heart.
Had he done that after she’d broken up with him?
    Her stomach clenched. Had she
hurt him that much that he’d felt the need to ink her betrayal upon his flesh
like a brand to remind him?
    He lifted his arm.
    “Is that because . . .” She
couldn’t finish her question.
    “Yeah . . .
because you left. Because it hurt. Because I never forgot.”
    “Oh.” Her eyes stung suddenly with
hot tears. She had tried not to think about his feelings when she told him she
needed out. He was tough. A man, a biker, a Dom. How
could she have possibly hurt him?
    He looked away for a moment, a
muscle in his jaw twitching as if he was trying to regain his composure. Deciding how to deal with her. She held her breath. Would
this be it? The end? Would he remember how mad he was
that she had left him and leave her to a night in the lonely hotel bed with
just her bullet vibrator for company? And after being this close to him again,
she had a feeling that the tiny battery operated device would be unable to even
tickle the need that now welled up inside her, shaking her to her very core.
    He blinked then turned to her
again. His face was calm, his features relaxed, as if he had pulled down a
roller blind to hide his emotions, doubts and fears.
    “So…Megan…” He ran a finger down
her arm and she shivered. His touch was feather light yet it stirred her
immediately. Her panties dampened with her moist heat. “Are you staying?”
    She nodded. “Please, Master.”
    “Then . . .” He gestured at her
dress.
    She lowered her eyes. Her crimson
bodice stuck out in two places where her nipples protruded. A bead of
perspiration trickled down between her heavy breasts. She absently brushed at
the sticky residue of the reunion nametag but it clung to the shiny fabric like
her lust now clung to her.
    She was hot for him. She wanted
to stay. Just for tonight. At least for tonight. So she had to play by his rules. Just
like always.
    The thought tingled through her
entire body, curling in her pussy like a