Owned for Christmas by Willa Edwards Page A

your ass, pull your hair, or tie you up, like you crave.”
    “Your brother does just fine,” she spat, realizing she’d played right into his hands.
    “Really.” Every hard inch of him crowded into every soft curve of her body. “It wasn’t just fine between us. It was amazing, fantastic, earth-shattering.” He stared directly into her eyes. No matter how hard she tried, her body reacted to his words. Her pussy tingled and heated, wanting more.
    It had been amazing between them. But that was all before he’d broken her heart.
    “Is my little brother really satisfying you?” he whispered into her ear, his breath burning against her cheek. “Does he satisfy all your needs?”
    Her knees almost collapsed beneath her. “Let me go, Grant.” She couldn’t answer that question. She shook her hands, trying to pull them free, but his hold was solid.
    “Not a chance, sweetheart.” He captured her lips with his.
    He crushed her mouth under his. His hot breath filled her lungs. Instantly, he overwhelmed her senses, blocking out everything besides the feel of his mouth on hers. He pushed her into the barn wall then thrust his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it greedily, arching, rubbing her breasts against his chest.
    Her insides dissolved. The heat of his kiss spread fire deep inside her, touching every dark, lonely part of her. All the parts she wouldn’t let Daniel see. Her knees wobbled. Her legs shook beneath the force. Her panties dampened and she was almost sure she heard him take a deep breath, as if he could smell her arousal.
    “You like this, don’t you?” Grant breathed the words against her lips, not giving her enough time or air to respond before he moved his mouth back to hers.
    He pushed his thigh between her legs, rubbing against their juncture. The hard bulge of his cock pressed against her stomach, evidence of how much he was enjoying himself. Her mind fuzzed over at the power of his hold on her hands. God, she’d missed this. She’d missed his hold, his touch, his command.
    “I bet Danny doesn’t do anything like this for you.” He sucked on her neck then kissed her jaw before finding her lips again. His rough, fierce kiss sent heat pulsating through her whole body.
    Cold, jagged shards of ice slid down her spine at the mention of Daniel’s name. How could she do this? To Daniel? He deserved better. She loved him—she truly did—and she never wanted to hurt him. It would kill him if he ever found out about this.
    “You have to stop.” She panted for her breath. It took all her energy, all her willpower to pull back from the kiss, but somehow she managed, twisting her head away from him. “I love your brother.”
    “I know you, Kate. He can’t be giving you what you desire. Not like I can.” He feathered his lips down her neck, making her shiver. “He’s too gentle for you. Too weak.”
    What does he know about being weak? Weakness wasn’t just about physical strength. Strength wasn’t just being able to force her up against wall, hold her down and make her come. There was strength in being open, vulnerable. And in that area, Daniel was Hercules compared to Grant.
    She jerked back, trying to escape his touch, but was unsuccessful. “What do you know about Daniel? He offers me more than you ever did.”
    Grant drew his hand back from her face. Kate ignored the pang of regret that coiled in her stomach.
    “I’ve known Danny his whole life. He doesn’t have it in him to dominate you. To spank you or whip you when you need it.”
    Kate dropped her gaze to the hay-covered floor. That was true. But Daniel could do other things Grant had never been good at. He held her when she cried. He listened to her complain about her day. He cuddled with her on the couch while they watched movies. Grant had never been interested in doing any of those things with her. He hadn’t been interested in a relationship—just domination and sex.
    “That may be true. However, he offers me things