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virgin.”
    I burst out laughing. “You wish. I could just see the wheels turning in your head. Nicky tames the virgin.”
    He eyes me. “Well, are you?”
    “No. I’m not a virgin. I don’t have a lot of experience, but I have some. A little.”
    “On a scale of one to ten?”
    “One.”
    He laughs again.
    “Oh, sweet Lord, thank you.”
    “Thank you for what?
    “For sending me an almost-virgin.”
    “He didn’t send me to you. That would practically be sending me to Satan himself.”
    I swallow hard and Nicky grins.
    “I’m wounded, kitten. Truly.”
    “Kitten?”
    He smiles again.
    “That’s my new name for you.”
    I’m silent, and he stares at me, his eyes smoldering the way they do.
    “Come here, Kitten. I’ve got something to show you.”
    My heart pounds.
    “What is it?”
    He smiles again. “It’s bigger than a breadbox.”
    “Oh my God, are you serious?”
    He laughs. “No. But close.”
    I hesitate. “We are talking about your penis, right?”
    He eyes me. “We can be. Come here, Kitten.”
    I don’t know why I do it, but I get up and walk to him.
    “There’s something about you,” he says, looking up at me as I hover over him. “That makes me want to conquer you. Isn’t that silly?”
    But it’s not silly at all, and he and I both know it.
    I shake my head.
    “Say it,” he instructs politely.
    “Excuse me”
    “Say that it’s not silly, Kitten.”
    “It’s not silly.”
    “Do you want me to conquer you?”
    I nod.
    “Say it.”
    The words whoosh out of my mouth, expelled on hot breath.
    “I want you to conquer me.”
    His eyes flash.
    “Your wish is my command.”

9
    Chapter Seven
    S ophie

    H e kisses me , his tongue plunging into my softness, and I moan into his mouth.
    I fucking love that.
    My leg comes up and he grabs it by the knee, his fingers biting into my soft flesh.
    “Did you mean what you said the other day?” I pull away and ask, he laps at my neck.
    “What did I say?”
    “You said you like it rough.”
    His mouth pauses on the arch of my neck.
    His touch stills on my back.
    “Yes, I do. But I’d never hurt you.”
    “What if… what if I asked you to hurt me?” I say softly. “And then afterward, you can kiss it and make it better?”
    “I’d ask Santa what I’ve done to be such a good boy this year.”
    He puts his head back down, and nips at my earlobes, making his way along my neck, down to the swell of my breasts. He lingers there, so long that my legs start to shake.
    “Let’s go to another room,” I suggest, taking his hand.
    He leads me to his bedroom, and then I’m in Nicky Chase’s bedroom, and it’s full of blues and browns and grays, and manly colors and heavy furniture, and then I’m in the middle of his giant bed.
    He limps just a little as he takes off his clothes and stands gloriously in front of me, his entire body ripped and muscled and tattooed.
    “Holy shit,” I breathe, eyeing his manhood. It’s not bigger than a bread-box, but it is close.
    “Told you,” he tells me smugly, but then we’re not joking any more as he climbs over me, his hardness pressing into me. Every bit of him is giant and hard, and I’m so so much smaller, so much softer. Yet I don’t have slightest worry that he’ll hurt me.
    He won’t.
    “Tell me what you like,” he instructs quietly, and his weight is on one knee and he looks like a knight from the round-table kneeling above me.
    “Take me hard,” I tell him simply.
    “Not yet, Kitten,” he says impishly. “Good things come to those who wait.”
    The next twenty minutes is torture heaven torture heaven.
    He laves at me with his tongue.
    He kneads at me with his fingers, so long and strong.
    His breath is hot, his body strong.
    His eyes flash in the night, and he works me into a frenzy, with soft fingers that grow more and more insistent, until he is finally as feverish as me.
    “What do you want now, Kitten,” he utters, his words short.
    “I want your hands on my throat,