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expected tongue, but it was his teeth that sank into her ass, and she moaned louder. He bit each cheek in several places, and she rocked back into him. He held her firm and continued to nip until her legs started to shake. Then his tongue slipped out and circled her forbidden hole, lips pressing and tongue pushing into her ass as if this was the most natural thing in the world.
    “Theo,” she begged, pushing back farther. It was dark and dirty, feeling his tongue there. No one had ever done that, and she felt deliciously wrong to allow it. She stepped her legs wider.
    “My dirty slut,” he murmured. “You like my tongue in your ass? Tasting your spice?”
    “Mmm,” she moaned louder still.
    He pulled out and bit her again, harder this time so she was on the verge of coming. The pinch of pain was almost enough, but not quite.
    “Theo,” she begged again. But he stood and turned her around, plunging into her mouth and grabbing her tits through the dress. The kiss went on and on, and he pinched and pulled at her nipples until she was whimpering. Finally he pulled back, breathless.
    “I’m going to love pounding into that ass, hearing you beg me to go harder.”
    She couldn’t speak, couldn’t say anything for the images assaulting her brain.
    He stepped back and wrapped his hands around her shoulders. “Now tell me what happened at the Loft.”
    She blinked and dropped her head. Deep shame moved in a red flush from her neck to her cheeks. “I can’t.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because you won’t want me if you hear.” It was the truth and almost too painful to say.
    “Did you harm a child?”
    She shook her head.
    “Okay. Then what was it?”
    “I can’t…”
    He dropped his hands and turned his back to her. Defeat swamped her. He was going to leave. “Lucinda, you will tell me. But if you need to do it in a different way, I’ll give you that opportunity. You tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll ask you again. For now, grab your coat and whatever you need to stay the night.”
    She nodded in relief. Part of her wanted him to force it out of her, let her face the music of what she’d done and see if he could accept her regardless. But the other part, the part that ached for him and all that he could give her, wouldn’t let her say anything. Not now. Not yet. Not until he was done teaching her.
    She grabbed her toiletry bag and clothes to wear tomorrow and tossed them all in a backpack, along with her wallet. She should tell someone where she was going. She should have told someone the first time, but the truth was she didn’t have anyone. No one she knew well enough in the community to disclose anything to, no one she knew well enough in real life who wouldn’t report back to Julian. Julian had told her to stay away from the community, to lay low and keep her head down. But surely he wouldn’t begrudge her search for a Dom now, after all this time.
    At least she hoped he wouldn’t.

Chapter Seven
    He didn’t have the first clue what happened between Lucinda and Julian and Morgan, but he didn’t let that stop him from his plans with Lucinda. Whatever it was, she’d tell him eventually, or beg him to beat it out of her. It was a sticking point, and maybe the reason she hadn’t found a Dom yet.
    They drove to his place with her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, her tits pressed against his back. He wanted to mark them. Bite them like he had her ass and then maybe come all over them. But he needed to give her his gift first. Her reward for not calling or texting him. He’d told her he would, and he needed to be a man of his word with her.
    He pulled the Indian into his garage next to his Lexus SUV. He didn’t take the bike out nearly enough, but Minnesota weather wasn’t always conducive to riding. Though if she agreed to keep him warm, it might be worth a few brisk rides.
    She followed him into the house, and he entered his alarm code. She walked to the foyer and stared at his Degas replica.