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the door, her face resolute.
    “Open. The door.” I did not let my voice rise. “I won’t ask you again.”
    It took longer than I would have expected, but at last I heard the click of her heels and the deadbolt slid back. Still I waited, my body rigid with impatience, until she pushed the handle down and opened the door herself, stepping back to let me in. She did not look at me as I closed the door behind myself and locked it. I studied her averted face, the way her hair shone. She was terrified.
    “Look at me.”
    She looked up and met my eyes. She had stepped away as she opened the door and I saw her taking comfort in the distance.
    “Come here,” I ordered her.
    “But…” Her voice trailed off. It took a moment, but she stepped closer.
    She knew nothing, I realized. She knew nothing of dominance, of what I required of her. She only knew that she wanted me, and that she was terrified. When I put my hand on her cheek, she flinched.
    Normally, I would have slammed a woman up against the wall and let her figure out for herself that everything was going to be fine, but goddammit, I didn’t want her to be afraid of me. What was happening to me? I met her eyes, and hoped that mine didn’t show my fear.
    “I’m not going to harm you,” I told her. It was a promise. Was that hope in her eyes? I shoved away the part of me that told me this was a terrible idea, and moved closer to her, staring down into her eyes. “I will never harm you,” I promised again. “What I do to you, Catriona— everything I do to you—will be something you want.”
    “It will?” Her voice was lost.
    “It will.” I felt my cock twitch with the need to sheathe myself in her, and breathed deeply. I could control myself for a few seconds more. I dropped my head to kiss her, trying not to groan as she offered herself to me, and then I tightened my fingers around the back of her neck. When her eyes flew open, I smiled. “You see? You know you’re mine. You want to be mine.” I let my voice drop. “You want me to fuck you.”
    She nodded, just a tiny jerk of her head, but it was enough. I waited, and she knew what I wanted.
    “I want you to fuck me.” She swallowed. “Sir.”
    Finally. With a growl, I pulled her along with me and pressed her against the back wall, her breathy little cry only feeding my desire. I dragged her skirt up with one hand, holding her head with the other to capture her mouth, and I felt her fingers fumble at my belt.
    Good girl. Did I say it out loud, or could she feel my approval in my kiss? She melted against me, and when I picked her up, her legs spread easily for me to sheathe myself in her in one movement. She cried out, her head tipped back, and I lost myself in the feel of her, so hot and wet and tight that it was all I could do not to take everything then and there.

- Catriona -
     
    For one moment, he was ready to lose control. I felt it. I saw it in his eyes, the desire to take me hard, not caring at all about my pleasure. He was going to use me, and to my shame, that only made me wetter. We stared at one another, him buried so deep that I wanted to cry out—in pleasure or pain, I wasn’t sure. He was holding himself still and I didn’t want to break first.
    Where Dominick was concerned, however, my best intentions seemed to be worth about nothing. I squirmed, biting my lip against a moan, and he gave a lazy smile.
    “Beg for it,” he ordered again, and I felt the last of my resolve crumble away.
    “Fuck me, Dominick.” I couldn’t believe I was saying it, but I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to—and I didn’t want to. Some depraved part of my mind wanted to beg him to fuck me and never stop. I couldn’t imagine ever having enough of this. “Please fuck me.” I moaned aloud when he began to move inside me, his fingers tightening on my thighs. “God, yes.”
    “You like this?” he asked lazily, but even lazy, his voice held a command.
    “Yes, sir.” I caught my breath as he