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I gape "Well," I say "That’s going to need more than a broom and a dustpan"

He stares at in to shake It takes aNot because it is funny, but because he is overwhelmed

I want to hold him; I want to help hi breath, and realize that my hand is curled around the end of the pink scarf that still hangs aroundthe end of the scarf until I have pulled it free I wrap one end tightly around my wrist, then hand the other end to Dah I see the question in his eyes

"Tie me up," I whisper "Spank me Tell me exactly what you want me to do Do whatever you want You want to lash out? Lash out against me"

"Nikki--"

"Please, Damien You can’t control the world? So what? Control me" I meet his eyes "Please," I say, and I hear the tremor in my voice "Please," I whisper "I need it, too"

"Oh, Nikki" He cocks his head, looking inside me to where all my secrets lie "Need?" he clarifies "Or want?"

I lick my lips, as if that will make the words come easier "You told me once that if I ever needed the pain that I should come to you I’ve broken that proer "So yes, Dah this And I think you needThen he runs the scarf through his fingers "I believe I told you on the phone that I had plans for this"

"Yes," I say

He stands still, and looks aze starts at my feet and travels oh so slowly up my body He does not touch lance I letto his power over th I want his touch

Mostly I want hio away

He continues his heated inspection, his face as dark and hungry as a wolf, and just as dangerous He will consume me, and so help o sos are weak,in anticipation Tiny drops of sweat forainst oes dry, er the Damien who jokes and teases, who holds and soothes me This is not a man ill reveal his secrets to me or to anyone, and he is certainly not a e

No, the race and control personified There is power in his touch, power in the slightest look He is a hard ht now I a that he owns

I bite ht On the contrary,with awareness To be owned by Damien Stark is heady stuff