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through her mind. Mr. Black had control issues the
likes of which she had never encountered. Taken aback with his
sudden aggressive reaction, she offered no reply causing him to
shake her face harshly as his temper flared.
    “Should I write all this
down for you?” he spat the words out contemptuously.
    “No, I can remember
everything.”
    “Good, because I don’t like
repeating myself,” he replied sharply, his green eyes clawing at
her like talons.
    “Yes, Mr. Black,” Elsa
whispered while offering a demure smile to appease him and reassure
him that she would follow his rules.
    His anger abated somewhat
under the warm glow of her smile and exhilaration fluttered in her
belly. What was it about this unpredictable man that made her want
to please him? Was she just so desperate for attention that it
didn’t matter who the man was? The blatant mischief in his eyes
forced her to realize she didn’t care what the reason
was.
    Leaning into him, Elsa
closed her eyes and tipped her head forward. She wanted to feel his
mouth on her and to taste the cigarette and mint again. Pulling
back, a visible flicker of apprehension passed over his
face.
    “I’m not interested in
anything other than fucking you. I want to make that perfectly
clear.”
    She thought she detected a hint of sadness in
his eyes as he spoke, but he quickly recovered and focused on her
with a hard glare. Content to just be his fuck
for now, she held out hope. Maybe, just maybe… she shook her head.
There was no room to think about the future.
    “I understand,” her ironic
tone concealed the mixed emotions she was feeling. Looking past him
and out at the bright day, she countered, “I’m not looking for
anything more, either.”
    He gripped her chin,
forcing her to face him. His deep-green eyes darkened as they
locked eyes and an accusing smile flitted across his mouth. “If you
intend on deceiving me, you’re going to have to try
harder.”
    Her mouth parted, her
defense ready to spill out when Mr. Black’s mouth slammed down onto
hers. He heaved her into his firm embrace and brutally ravished her
mouth, his kiss punishing and angry. His tongue stabbed into her
open mouth as his hand glided down her back to her nude ass,
sending shivers of desire pulsing through her. Digging his fingers
into her fleshy bottom, her moan of pain could barely be heard
smothered against his lips. Elsa’s brain went blank and her body
went limp in his arms. No one had ever kissed her so passionately
before. She couldn’t think or breathe or move. All she could do was
accept his forceful tongue in her mouth and his powerful
embrace.
    Tugging at her hair and
undoing her bun, he withdrew from her to breathe against her greedy
mouth, “I want your hair down at all times when in my presence,”
before recapturing her lips again.
    Yet another ridiculous
rule. How many would there be? Elsa partitioned off a special
folder in her brain titled Black’s
Rules . She suspected it wouldn’t be
long until the allotted space would be overflowing with absurd
stipulations. She didn’t give a damn. She would follow his rules to
the end of time so long as he kept kissing her the way he
was.
    ***
    Abruptly Victor backed away
from Elsa, leaving her a wet, breathless mess and drew the chair
that sat behind him up close to her. His pulse was still pounding
from their kiss and he had to fight the irresistible urge to take
her. It was all about the anticipation and he intended prolonging
it as long as feasibly possible.
    Slowly and seductively, his
gaze slid down her body as he seated himself. He drank in the image
of her, etching into his brain each of her scars and wrinkles He
would memorize every inch of her body from the outside-in, from the
colorful cherry blossom tattoo that began just above her pelvic
bone and crept sexily up her ribcage, to her endearing laugh lines,
to the soft curves of her waist, to her firm calves, to the small
mole on her left ass cheek and everything in