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sway over me affected my decision-making processes. But I didn’t care about that right now. All I wanted was to be with him, to experience more of that dark submission under his dominant touch. I wanted the passion, the release. I wanted to connect with him in that most intimate way, where none of our worldly problems, none of our pain, existed.
    “I demand your respect,” I said staunchly.
    He regarded me seriously for a moment. “Of course I respect you, Claudia. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever known.” Then one corner of his mouth pulled up in a small smile. “Sometimes I forget how fiery you are,” he said, his easy amusement returning. Lust clouded his eyes again. “It’s one of the reasons I find you so irresistible.”
    I swallowed as he entered my personal space. “And for some reason I feel the same, despite how damn cocky you are.”
    He grinned at me. “It’s all part of my charm,” he said. “You love it, really.”
    “You wish,” I said. I meant for my voice to be flippant, but instead it came out low and breathy.
    I could feel his lips still curved up into a smile as they met mine. I felt a surge of triumph as his mouth came down on me. I might submit to him, but it seemed that I had my own sort of power over him.
    His hands were suddenly gripping my waist, jerking me up with him so that we were standing. I twined my arms around the back of his neck, holding him to me so that he couldn’t break the kiss. His hands were fumbling at the buttons of my blouse, trying to expose me for him. But he wasn’t satisfied with his progress. His low growl rumbled through me as his hands fisted in my shirt. With a jerk of his powerful arms, he ripped it open, the buttons flying free, making small popping noises as they bounced against the hardwood floor.
    I gasped in delight, not caring that he had just destroyed one of my favorite blouses. I was too caught up in the eroticism of the moment, too caught up in his power over me. My hands were gripping the hem of his t-shirt, my nails raking against his muscles as I shoved it up his torso. He quickly pulled the shirt over his head, and I couldn’t help trailing my fingers over his taut abs, enjoying the way that they rippled under my touch. I made sure to avoid his gunshot wound, but it was now only covered in a small adhesive bandage. The outer tissue was well on its way to mending, and I decided that I wasn’t all that concerned about how it might be affected by physical activity.
    His hands were at my back, expertly unsnapping my bra with one hand. I shrugged out of it and pressed myself into his chest, moaning as my hardened nipples brushed up against him.
    He was unzipping my slacks, his fingers hooking beneath the top of my panties before he shoved both down my thighs, baring me to him completely. I returned the favor, feverishly tugging at his jeans and boxers until his cock sprang free. I grasped the length of it, marveling at the hard girth as I remembered how it had stretched me mercilessly, filling me. He caught my wrist and jerked my hand away with a warning snarl.
    “I didn’t give you permission to touch me,” he said forbiddingly. “What have I told you about teasing me, Claudia?”
    He was glaring down at me, and I swallowed hard even as my pussy pulsed at his harsh words. I knew that he was going to punish me again, and I longed for it, for the light pain that would push me over the edge as I was forced to submit to him completely, thrusting me into blissful oblivion.
    “On your hands and knees,” he ordered.
    My eyes widened. “What?” I asked breathlessly, my independent streak getting the better of me.
    His hand fisted in my hair, and he pulled sharply, forcing me down. I fell to my knees, thankful for the thick rug that cushioned the impact. Still, I knew that I would have bruises tomorrow. But I didn’t care. He shoved me forward roughly, and I caught myself on my hands before I collided with the floor. But he applied