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My nostrils flare when I inhale. I set my forehead against hers, adding a bit of tenderness to my posture. “Jitterbug…” Does she think reading a few romance books would prepare her for a demanding Dom like me?

“I’ve been lusting after you for four years. You are not going to scare me away with your bossy words and firm grip. In fact, I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I didn’t even know it was possible. I think I nearly came when you grabbed my hair. If you force me to walk out of here right now, I’ll never forget the sensation of having your hand around my neck, your fist in my hair, your palm holding my wrists, your thumb stroking my jaw. I’m now ruined for all other men, and you haven’t even kissed me.”

Fuck. Me.

Fuckme.

I close my eyes and moan.

This is not how this was supposed to go. I intended to scare her a bit, make her run back into the mansion, give her just enough of my dominant side to get her to stop looking at me longingly.

My plan has totally backfired.

And I’m so fucking turned on.

She swallows. “My brothers are Dominants. Surely you know that. You’ve known Brody for years, and Dallas for almost as long. Fuck, every man in this house is a Dominant to some extent. I’ve been stuck in this mansion for six weeks, watching the testosterone level grow to heights I did not know were possible. If I had any doubts about my submissive side before I arrived, they’ve been dissipated. It’s fucking hot, and it would be a whole lot hotter if I weren’t related to any of the men in that damn house. But now you’re here. You’re not my brother or my cousin.”

I stare into her eyes, dumbfounded and uncertain what to do next.

“Show me.” Her words are filled with lust and urgency.

Once again, fuck.

Chapter 5

Haden

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There’s nothing in the world I want more than to show this jitterbug what it means to be mine. I’ve fantasized about having her more times than I’d like to admit. Every time she came to visit for the holidays, I ended up unable to get her out of my head for weeks afterward.

The truth is that I’ve hardly dated since I met Emilia. I haven’t had a serious girlfriend in four years because every time I’m with a woman, I picture Emilia’s face, her sweet smile, her sexy body… It’s not fair to the partner I’m with, and I don’t like the way it makes me feel guilty.

That doesn’t mean I should pursue something with Brody’s sister. No matter what, she’s not ready for me. She might not ever be. It would take a lot of kink education for her to understand how my brain operates.

She’s read a few romance novels? Ha. This is real life. In my real life, I like my women to submit to me in many ways. It’s not just a bedroom thing for me. It’s all the time.

On top of that, it would be remiss for me not to admit to myself that I’m skittish after my last girlfriend burned me. Renee seemed like the perfect life partner. We met at a club, hit it off, and started dating. We got to know each other and eased into a relationship.

Everything was wonderful, until it wasn’t. I still cringe at the memory.

I growl. “Jitterbug, what you’ve witnessed in this mansion is child’s play compared to the kind of Dominant I am. I don’t simply joke around about spanking my submissive when she breaks my rules. I act on it. I’m demanding in ways you can’t fathom. You need to turn around, walk out this door, and either head off to graduate school or find some nice vanilla boy in town to settle down with.”

“I can’t,” she whispers.

I lift a brow.

She licks her lips. “I won’t.”

I inhale long and slow.

Stubborn girl.

I want to toss her over my shoulder, drop her on the middle of the bed, and spank her ass until she cries. Until she begs me to stop. Until she promises she won’t come back to my RV.

Who am I kidding? I want to spank my girl until her thighs are wet with her arousal, so slippery that one touch would get her off.

I have no way of knowing how Emilia might react to my kind of dominance. Though it’s remotely possible she could be as submissive as I prefer at some point in her life, right now, she’s too inexperienced to know that about herself.