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CHAPTER TWO

Hell and a handbasket The world shifted beneath Hope’s feet Who the fuck did he think he was? The Lord of Domination? And why had she responded with such abandon? As she strode down the marble hallway to the elevator, Hope forced herself to keep her chin high It wasn’t until after she’d pushed the call button and made sure she was alone that she allowed her shoulders to collapse against the wall, right beneath the scripted silver letters bearing Rafe’s last name

Celeste had warned that he was for with hi a cool exterior, nothing could have prepared her forWorldwide

He stood over six feet tall, was broad-shouldered and lean, showing he worked out as hard as he did everything else As elegant as his suit had been, it hadn’t concealed the force of his primal nature

He’d studied her in a way no other man ever had His questions had been pointed as he’d probed for her deepest secrets Even though she had wanted to protect herself, she hadn’t been able to look away fro, turbulent deep-blue eyes

The er had seared her “She’ll wear a collar—s to me”

His voice had been cloaked in the most delicate silk, and his words had struck with a force that had left her speechless They’d penetrated deep inside her brain, weaving an i for his every command as he claimed as his

Any ered the same sort of feminine reaction from her No That was a lie Every day, she spent time with rich, powerful men who had specific demands Those words froe left her hungry

Sex had always been unreressed to a certain point, but it was a chore

In Rafe’s office, however, unfaht about her pheromones She’d never been aroused like that When he’d caressed her throat, his prediction that she would ask for his kiss had become inevitable

His ue had plundered Then he’dmoment, she would have knelt for hiht redden her ass Even now she couldn’t stop thinking about how his hand would feel on her naked buttocks The wicked humiliation of it all…