whinny, spinning in a circle within the tiny stall. White foam trickled from the horse’s mouth as it reared toward the stall door and slammed its hooves against the wood.
Kate wished she could give the creature the space it so clearly wanted. Nothing would make her happier than to obey Grant’s command. She didn’t even care that he had given it, or that she was supposed to hate him. But her stupid legs wouldn’t work.
Kate’s heartbeat rocketed. The mare reared. The horse dwarfed Kate, her hoofs slamming through the air like two giant hammers, willing and able to damage any part of her they connected with. Kate tried to breathe, but her damn lungs wouldn’t work. Her feet seemed frozen to the barn floor. All she could do was watch, staring on as the horse banged on the stall door wanting out, wanting a pound of Kate’s flesh.
Realizing Kate couldn’t move, Grant raced to her side. He snagged her around the waist and pulled her back. She held onto Grant, her arms shaking around him. Her heartbeat filled her ears. She leaned her forehead against his chest, breathing in his comforting smell, enjoying the protection he offered. Just beyond them, the mare continued slamming her hoofs against the stall door, screaming out her fury.
“So that’s old Bertha,” Kate finally released between deep pants.
He smiled down at her, his breathing labored. “Yup.”
They stood there, bodies pressed close, their breaths gusting. She looked up into his smoky and filled-with-promise eyes. She shivered. He squeezed his thick arms a fraction tighter around her, holding her hard enough that there was no doubt she couldn’t escape, and the demon of need inside her roared to life. Wetness dewed between her legs. Everything else around her became blurry. All she could focus on was Grant.
His nostrils flared and something changed in his eyes. It was almost like watching his control snap, as if she were seeing the Master take him over.
He slid his hands down her back. Seizing her wrists in one of his big, hot hands, he pinned them to her lower back. He tightened his other hand around her nape. His hard grip kept her head up, her eyes directed at him. He pushed her back against the stable wall, crowding her to the paneling. The hundred-year-old wood was nowhere near as hard as the Dom standing in front of her. Her breath quickened. Her chest rose and fell against his. The soft brush of her body against him set her nipples tingling beneath her cable-knit sweater.
She looked up and her gaze met his pewter glare. The same expression that had once aroused her as he’d held a whip over her body, his ropes bindings her wrists, holding her down. She’d trusted him so much before and she would have let him do anything to her, never thinking twice about it.
But he’d broken all that trust, so easily, so completely. He’d tossed it aside as if it meant nothing—as if she meant nothing. It didn’t matter that she knew the reason now. The damage had been done.
She loved Daniel. He’s the one who matters.
“Let go, Grant.”
He only smirked at her attempt to command him. As a Dominant, she always had been a hopeless failure.
“Why? You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He scanned her body, lingering on where her nipples poked out from her sweater. He leaned closer, pushing their bodies together until her tight tips pressed against his chest. He tilted his hips against hers.
Kate fought back a moan. She refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how aroused she was. It didn’t matter. Regardless of how her body reacted, her heart belonged to Daniel, whose trust was more important.
“It’s been a long time since you’ve felt this, isn’t it, pet? I bet my brother doesn’t do this to you.” He leaned in close, his lips only a breath away from hers. The bulge between his legs knocked against her stomach, setting her blood to boiling. “I know my brother. He’s too sweet, too gentle to take you the way you want. To slap
Kate wished she could give the creature the space it so clearly wanted. Nothing would make her happier than to obey Grant’s command. She didn’t even care that he had given it, or that she was supposed to hate him. But her stupid legs wouldn’t work.
Kate’s heartbeat rocketed. The mare reared. The horse dwarfed Kate, her hoofs slamming through the air like two giant hammers, willing and able to damage any part of her they connected with. Kate tried to breathe, but her damn lungs wouldn’t work. Her feet seemed frozen to the barn floor. All she could do was watch, staring on as the horse banged on the stall door wanting out, wanting a pound of Kate’s flesh.
Realizing Kate couldn’t move, Grant raced to her side. He snagged her around the waist and pulled her back. She held onto Grant, her arms shaking around him. Her heartbeat filled her ears. She leaned her forehead against his chest, breathing in his comforting smell, enjoying the protection he offered. Just beyond them, the mare continued slamming her hoofs against the stall door, screaming out her fury.
“So that’s old Bertha,” Kate finally released between deep pants.
He smiled down at her, his breathing labored. “Yup.”
They stood there, bodies pressed close, their breaths gusting. She looked up into his smoky and filled-with-promise eyes. She shivered. He squeezed his thick arms a fraction tighter around her, holding her hard enough that there was no doubt she couldn’t escape, and the demon of need inside her roared to life. Wetness dewed between her legs. Everything else around her became blurry. All she could focus on was Grant.
His nostrils flared and something changed in his eyes. It was almost like watching his control snap, as if she were seeing the Master take him over.
He slid his hands down her back. Seizing her wrists in one of his big, hot hands, he pinned them to her lower back. He tightened his other hand around her nape. His hard grip kept her head up, her eyes directed at him. He pushed her back against the stable wall, crowding her to the paneling. The hundred-year-old wood was nowhere near as hard as the Dom standing in front of her. Her breath quickened. Her chest rose and fell against his. The soft brush of her body against him set her nipples tingling beneath her cable-knit sweater.
She looked up and her gaze met his pewter glare. The same expression that had once aroused her as he’d held a whip over her body, his ropes bindings her wrists, holding her down. She’d trusted him so much before and she would have let him do anything to her, never thinking twice about it.
But he’d broken all that trust, so easily, so completely. He’d tossed it aside as if it meant nothing—as if she meant nothing. It didn’t matter that she knew the reason now. The damage had been done.
She loved Daniel. He’s the one who matters.
“Let go, Grant.”
He only smirked at her attempt to command him. As a Dominant, she always had been a hopeless failure.
“Why? You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He scanned her body, lingering on where her nipples poked out from her sweater. He leaned closer, pushing their bodies together until her tight tips pressed against his chest. He tilted his hips against hers.
Kate fought back a moan. She refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how aroused she was. It didn’t matter. Regardless of how her body reacted, her heart belonged to Daniel, whose trust was more important.
“It’s been a long time since you’ve felt this, isn’t it, pet? I bet my brother doesn’t do this to you.” He leaned in close, his lips only a breath away from hers. The bulge between his legs knocked against her stomach, setting her blood to boiling. “I know my brother. He’s too sweet, too gentle to take you the way you want. To slap
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