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I almost whimpered in disappointment when he ended the kiss, but managed to look indignant instead. “What…what was that for?”
“I just want to make sure,” Chase purred in a low, husky tone, “that you can handle whatever I have to teach you.”
If he’d told me to spread my legs in that moment so he could fuck me again, I would’ve done it without hesitation. “I hope you can deliver on that claim,” I taunted him. “You’re trying to act like the big bad wolf but so far, I’m not seeing anything all that scary.”
Chase’s eyes darkened, and a sinful smirk curved his lips. “Trust me. I’ll give you just as much as you can handle. Maybe more.” Chase let go of my ponytail and stepped back, once again in control. “I’ll get your phone number before we leave the club, and we’ll arrange another time to meet for our first session.”
Elation surged through me, along with a sense of triumph I couldn’t deny. “I look forward to it.”
CHAPTER4
Chase
Afew days later, and I still couldn’t stop thinking about Andrea. The way she’d melted under my guidance, and how she’d embraced everything I threw at her without a hint of hesitation at The Players Club.
Jesus.She’d been a fucking revelation. I’d half expected her to tap out. Hell, if I was being honest, I’d counted on it. That’s why I deliberately pushed the scene harder than I normally would have with someone so new. I’d brought out the clamps, the spreader bar, even the damn plug. Not to truly scare her, not to hurt her, but to give her an easy out if she wanted it.
She didn’t take it.
Instead, she’d thrived like she’d been made to be my submissive, lighting up under my direction. She’d wanted the aggression, the dominance.Wanted me. All of me—the control, the roughness, the dark shit that most women couldn’t handle.
The image of her—eyes wide and sparkling with excitement, body arching into mine, voice sweet and breathless when she called mesir—burned through my mind, refusing to fade. And when I’d seen her stubbornness flare afterward, when she stood up to me even after everything…fuck, that tenacity had hit me harder than anything else had all night.
That passionate spark inside of her? I wanted to see it again. I wanted to coax it out and make her burn for me. I wanted to break her down and build her back up, until she trusted me enough to give me everything. Every whimper. Every moan. Every sweet surrender.
It scared the shit out of me how much I wanted that. How much I wantedher.
I tried to end things between us the second she started talking aboutmore. More scenes. More lessons. More of us. But the moment she threatened to find someone else to give her what she needed, my blood went cold. No one else was going to touch her. No one else was going to see her come apart, soft and desperate and perfect, the way she had for me.
I clenched my fists as I increased my speed on the treadmill I was running on in the company gym with my co-workers, while struggling to tamp down the vicious, possessive need rising inside me. I wasn’t some goddamn white knight. I wasn’t wired for gentle, or forever promises. I was the man you called when you wanted your world cracked open and remade from the inside out.
And somehow, she trusted me to teach her, to guide her, to be the one person she could trust to show her pleasure and pain, and give her all the things her body craved.
It honestly messed with my head how much I wanted to be the man she needed. How much I already wanted to ruin her for anyone else.
“What did that treadmill ever do to you?” Kane asked, smirking from one of the same machines beside mine as he wiped sweat off his forehead with a towel.
I grunted but didn’t answer right away, pounding out another half mile like I could outrun the mess trying to claw its way out of my chest. It was Monday. Just three damn days since Andrea, and I already wanted her again like a drug addict jonesing for a hit.
I forced myself to slow down on the treadmill, trying to get my breathing under control. “Sorry. Just got lost in thought.”
“Yeah, we noticed,” Xavier chimed in, spotting my brother Austin on the bench press. “You’ve been out of it since we got here. You’re usually the first guy running your mouth when Kane’s form looks like shit.”
“Appreciate the support,” Kane deadpanned, throwing an empty water bottle at Xavier, who dodged it easily without losing his grip on the bar.
“You looked like you had a good night…” Austin said as he racked the bar with a grunt. “At the club on Friday.”
I wiped my face with a towel and gave a short, distracted laugh. “Yeah. Right. The club.”
Ihadbeen thinking about that night. About Andrea. About her trembling under my hands, and looking at me like I could tear her apart with my cock and she’d beg for more.
Just not anything I could say out loud.
“You disappeared with someone pretty quick,” Tate said, grabbing a set of dumbbells and giving me a pointed look. “Cute brunette. Short dress. Sweet little…smile.”
I glared at him before I could catch myself and Kane caught it, arching a brow.
“Relax, man,” Kane said, chuckling. “None of us are trying to poach your girl.”
