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received your list of hard and soft limits. Is there anything I need to know about that’s a trigger?”
    “No,” she said quietly.
    He’d memorized the list so he ticked off the items that concerned him. “Flogging is acceptable. You said no blood or scarring. What about marking? Bruises?”
    “Marks or light bruising is fine.”
    “Anal is a soft limit. Have you tried it before?”
    “I’ve never tried it but I’m curious.”
    “You’ve played with an array of toys before. What’s your favorite?”
    Her skin flushed a delicate pink. “Vibrator with clitoral stimulator.”
    “Yes, one of my favorites, too.” Her flush deepened but she kept her gaze on his. Nice. “Sexual intercourse is permissible?”
    “Yes.”
    “You want me to push your limits, Cara. Hard. I need to be sure you’re ready for this. I’m a strict Dom, and I will do things to your body, to your mind, that will break you down. I will go deep, and if you fight me, I’ll fight back.”
    Her pupils dilated, so her eyes turned more gold than green. She swallowed and twisted her fingers together. “I wouldn’t expect anything less of you, Sir.”
    The title sang in his ears and stiffened his dick. How long had he craved her to call him Sir without prompting? The term did odd things to his heart, bringing back a tidal rush of memories he didn’t want to probe. He kept his attention on the moment, to the woman she was now, and what she needed from him.
    Because his fantasy had been the same exact thing.
    A woman he could break. A woman he could conquer. A woman he could heal.
    A woman who could heal him.
    “What is your safe word?”
    “Red.”
    “You will use yellow to slow things down. Do you have any concerns before we begin?”
    “Remington?”
    His name rolling from her plump lips nearly brought him to his knees. She used to whisper in his ear right before she came, as if repeating his name over and over helped her hold onto something stable. He fought to keep the emotion from his face. “You will call me Sir.”
    Grief flickered in her green eyes but he convinced himself it was just a trick of the light. “I’m sorry, Sir. I need to know if this — if this is okay. Should we talk about what happened?”
    “We both have something the other needs. Tomorrow, we’ll part and never see each other again. Tonight, you will not lie to me. You will give me everything I ask, and I will take care of you because I’m your Dom until dawn. Do you understand?”
    Her lower lip trembled, and she bit down hard, as if trying to find her courage. Rem studied her. Waited. Now was the time fear struck, and the reality of their situation was total. The ghosts of the past shimmered around them, taunting. It was her decision. He only had as much control as she gave him, and she needed to be ready if the evening would be what they both craved.
    Her breath shuddered from her chest. “I understand.”
    Rem cocked his head.
    “Sir.”
    “Very good. Our scene will begin. Please go to the edge of the bed, remove your clothes, and greet me in sub position.”
    Cara rose from the chaise, walked to the edge of the king size platform bed, and began untying her corset.

Chapter Four
    T HE SHEER INTENSITY OF THE SCENE unveiled before her and part of her wanted to scream “Red” and get the hell out of dodge.
    Cara couldn’t believe he wanted to stay. When she took off without warning, she told herself it was for the best. She didn’t want him to believe in a future that didn’t exist for them. Through the years, Cara had accepted the truth of what she had done to the man she loved. She’d brutally hurt him in order to avoid confrontation. To avoid the questions he would’ve asked and she wouldn’t have wanted to answer.
    But he was here. Tonight, she’d been given a second chance to be the submissive she dreamed of being with him. Cara refused to run again, no matter how difficult facing his pain and her choices became.
    She concentrated on the