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touch.
    I bite my lip. Anticipation tingles through me with every sinful word. “Yes,” I tell him.
    “Yes what?” he growls.
    “Yes, please?” I try.
    “Not good enough.”
    “Jeremy…!”
    He clicks his tongue. One hand tightens on my throat. He forces my head to the side, and rasps in my ear. “I want to hear you beg.”
    “Please, Jeremy,” I pant. My breasts are heavy and tender, trapped between our bodies. This is the type of dominance I’d been expecting from him. It’s the type of dominance I’ve started to crave. “Please, Jeremy, fuck me now!”
    “Better,” he says. “But I want to know how ready for me you are. Because when we begin …” he grazes his cheek over my jawline, the stubble scratching my skin, “… I’m holding nothing back.”
    “Jeremy, please! Please, just fuck me!”
    “That’s better,” he growls. And with a shift of his body and a twist of his hips, he plunges deep inside me.
    I gasp at the oh-so-welcome intrusion. He’s thick and hot and makes me feel deliciously stretched. He starts to pound his hips, every push sending spasms of pleasure through my body.
    He grabs one of my hands. But, instead of pinning it back, as I thought he’d do, he presses our palms together and links our fingers. He does the same with my other hand, gripping me tight, all the while continuing to pulse into me.
    My gasps and moans couple with his lustful grunts. His pounding takes on an animal ferocity. That tender linking of our hands, that extra connection between our bodies, somehow softens the unadulterated edge. The sounds of pure, raw sex fill the air. His smells invade my nostrils, his taste is hot in my mouth.
    I move my hips in motion with his, squeezing with my inner muscles, desperate to increase the friction between us. Jeremy growls and goes even faster, even harder, slamming into me with unrelenting force. The bed creaks. I feel like I’m being split in two. The way he goes about it, holding nothing back, is almost frightening in its intensity. To know that I can cause such passion in this man, that I am the one who can elicit such a strong response in him makes me feel wholly… completely… and fully…
    His .
    I’m being dominated. I’m being taken. I’m giving myself up with no resistance or caution or remorse. Any former trepidation is thrown to the wind as I lose myself in the throes of Jeremy’s unrelenting passion.
    He gasps my name as he shoots into me. The second climax takes his body in another violent shudder. I’m close, too. So close, but not there yet.
    Jeremy senses it. He knows it. Before he’s down he brings his hand down and urges me toward my own release.
    “Come for me, Lilly-flower,” he pants. “Come for me now!”
    The orgasm erupts on demand. It shoots through me with unrestrained ferocity, propelled by the fervor of his words.
    When it’s done, and I’m left gasping and exhausted and raw and utterly fulfilled, there beneath Jeremy Stonehart, he nuzzles his face by my ear, relaxes his body, and whispers:
    “I think I might be falling for you.”

     
     

Chapter Three
     
    I wake up the next morning to the blare of an alarm clock. The sound makes me jolt upright, heart pounding. I didn’t set it.
    I don’t remember the last time I’ve been wakened by an alarm. It must have been before my captivity began.
    Captivity . Huh. I look around the room, and, finding it empty, consider that word. It’s an interesting choice after last night.
    How else can I refer to my life since being ripped away from Yale? There are no euphemisms to match. I don’t want euphemisms. They imply fear. They avoid the term’s true meaning.
    And yet… “captivity” does not seem like the right word. Not anymore. Not after the way Jeremy—yes, Jeremy, not Stonehart – shifted from his aggressive, dominant persona to the softer, gentler side last night. It happened in the least expected moment, when emotions were running wild. I was still strung out by fear,