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me.
    My stomach growled at the mention of food, calling me out as
     a liar.
    One dark brow arched as he leveled a skeptic look. “When was
     the last time you ate, Leagh ?”
    “Um…I don’t know. The thought of food makes me…” I wrinkled
     my nose and placed a palm on my still swirling stomach.
    His expression softened, and he stepped closer. The heat of
     his body crawled over me like a seductive blanket. Reaching up, his broad
     finger brushed over my cheek as he tucked a strand of wet hair behind my ear.
     My mouth went dry, and my heart hammered against my ribs.
    “You’ve been through a lot, angel, but you have to take care
     of yourself. You can’t go without eating, or sleeping, or doing the things you
     need to in order to stay healthy.”
    I closed my eyes as Tony’s finger lingered on my flesh.
     Memories of George’s gentle hands rolled through me on a bittersweet wave. And
     for a few glorious seconds, I was no longer breathing in the scent of a sadist;
     who viewed me as an inadequate submissive but basking beneath the tender touch
     of my Master back at the house on the shore of Lake Michigan. But when I opened
     my eyes, Tony speared me with his usual critical gaze, crushing the short
     reprieve from reality.
    It was no secret that he, and others at Genesis, viewed me
     as a tumultuous brat . I tried to turn a
     blind eye to the looks of disapproval Tony flashed my way. But his annoyance
     always seemed to roll off him in waves and singe my skin; making it impossible
     to ignore. I never sought Tony’s approval. The only person I needed to please
     was George. If he was happy with my submission Tony and the rest of the members
     could kiss off.
    But George was gone. And as Tony leaned closer, the warmth
     of his fingers upon my cheek, coupled with his damp breath wafting over my
     lips, perversely turned me on. Something was horribly wrong with me. I had to
     be certifiably insane.
    The sexual ache growing inside me confused the hell out of
     me. In order to keep my sanity, I reminded myself that Tony’s lifestyle tastes
     required a specific type of sub. I wasn’t even in the same ballpark with his
     passions. I was bunny floggers, clothespins, and bondage—the soft stuff. He was
     whips, quirts, and blood—a pure sadist. We were on opposite ends of the BDSM
     spectrum making my sexual attraction to him even more perplexing, not to
     mention, ridiculous.
    “Did you hear me?” he asked in a whiskey smooth voice.
    Holding me in a prickly, piercing gaze, he feathered his
     finger down my cheek before settling it beneath my chin. His subtle claim of
     control lit me up like a firecracker.
    “Yes, Sir. Take care of myself. I
     will.” I cast my eyes to the floor to escape his intent stare.
    The room felt like a sauna, the air thick and electrified.
     My nipples pebbled and slick juices oozed between my folds.
    Why was my body responding so fervently to him? I hadn’t had
     an orgasm in days but surely I could go a few weeks without my hormones going
     all squirrely on me… except obviously not.
    George had seen to my needs, almost daily, whether he
     achieved completion or not. I brutally missed him—not only sexually—and longed
     to feel protected one last time. My throat constricted with emotion, and a fat
     tear rolled down my cheek.
    “ Awww , Leagh ,”
     Tony groaned. Stepping forward he pulled me against his rugged chest.
    The wet heat pouring off his frame, coupled with his potent,
     manly fragrance, vanished all rational thought from my
     brain. I pawed at his suit, nuzzled his neck and writhed against his steely
     body like a cat in heat. Pressing my mouth against his throat, I felt his pulse
     hammer beneath my lips. Inhaling deeply, I filled my lungs with his
     intoxicating scent.
    As if possessed by a brazen nymphomaniac, I peeled his
     jacket over his rugged shoulders. As it fell to the floor, even more inviting
     heat spilled from beneath his damp cotton dress shirt.