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enough to hurt me the way our father hurt our mother. But you — you walked into that store broken, just like I was and traipsed a path right to me. I don’t want to want you, but I do . I haven’t been able to think about anything else. When I thought about you submitting to someone else, when I thought about you just being with someone else, letting them help you carry the weight of your world…I wanted to break something . I don’t know why I feel that way, but I do. I have a feeling Evan would tell me it’s because we’re soul mates, but I’m not meant to have a happily-ever-after and prince charming bullshit.” Her tone never wavered. Every word from her mouth was saturated in raw honesty.
    “What do you want, Eve?” His dark brown eyes never left her as he waited for her answer.
    “You . On your knees. Submitting to me every night for the rest of our lives.” Her green eyes widened as if she couldn’t believe the words that had just jumped out of her mouth.
    “Then that’s your happily ever after, and you can call me Prince Charming, or pet. Whatever you choose, because I’ve been in your presence twice, and I’ve found more happiness and contentment in those two encounters than I’ve found in my entire life . I’m not going to que stion it. I’m just going to go with it .” He waited for what felt like an eternity for her to say something, anything, but she didn’t . She just pulled her signature silk robe from the pocket of the door then opened it.
    “Deacon, trust me . You don’t want to be with me . You don’t even know me.” Wrapping the thin silk around herself, she looked at him for what should have been the last time.
    “My favorite color is green, like your eyes . My favorite food is pizza, and there’s a little lady at work who makes my favorite coo kies; oatmeal chocolate chip. I love baseball, I hate soccer. I can’t bowl for shit, but I golf like a champ. My dad was a bastard, my mother died when I was young. I have no siblings, and I’ve never felt with anybody th e way I feel when I’m with you . If that means that I have to stop fighting what my body craves so desperately and accept that darker part of myself; the part that wants to be disciplined and dominated or whatever you call it, then that’s what I’m willing to do . Please, don’t walk away now. Not when I’m ready to be who I really am. N ot when I’m ready to be the man you showed me I could be without being someone I hate.”
    After a painfully long pause, she finally turned to face him. “Red, pizza, oatmeal raisin . Football — American, not European, and
    I suck at tennis. The rest you know. Now out.”
    Confused, he reached to pull his pants up, but she smacked his hand. “I didn’t say you could put your clothes back on . I like the view. But
    you’re going to have to get out of the car if you expect to come inside with me.” She opened the door and stepped out. He moved behind her, unnerved by being on the sidewalk in nothing but a smile, and more than a little uncomfortable by the biting temperature.
    “Um, won’t Rissa be pissed if we defile the store again?” When she opened the door, and let him in, he moved quickly to get
    out of the cold, following her toward the back of the small building to a locked door.
    “Rissa’s not here . Evan whisked her away to a fantastic club in Paris. He’s surprising her by proposing both a conventional marriage and a collaring.” His look of confusion spurred her to explain as she unlocked the door then led him down the stairs. “A collaring is like a marriage. In our world, if a sub wears a collar, it’s like being married . It means that the sub belongs to her Dom. She promises to give him her unwavering obedience and trust, and in return, he promises her his life — to protect her, love her, and care for her every need.” Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, she studied his face as he looked around, clearly uncomfortable with his surroundings.