![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() "I don't want to be your slave and you don't have the right to demand access to my private thoughts and feelings," she said, choking on her tears. No matter that you chafe at the conditions after the fact - you will adhere to the letter of my law or face the consequences." "I'm a human being! You can't own me and you never will." She knew finger bruises were going to pop along her arm where his fingertips dug. "You're not my master," she spat, eyes burning at the pain of his grip. "You've broken the rules with impunity and it's my job as your master to teach you the error of your ways." "You have a lot to learn, my pet," he warned, though he seemed to take pleasure in the idea of doling out the lesson. I can make her dreams come true, but they won't come cheap. Once she signs my iron-clad contract, I'll own her. She's a virgin and has no clue about the dark things I have in store for her soft, tempting and untouched body… ![]() She wants to support her disabled sister. Or that I own the best art gallery in town. Maybe because she has no idea what kind of cold, ruthless bastard she's dealing with. Elizabeth Downing thinks she can give me the brush-off. Or break her.I plan to do both… I don't like the word 'no.'Especially when the word comes from the lips of the curviest, most gorgeous blonde I've ever seen. ![]()
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