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correctly. Her blood heated.
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    His fingers slid up her spine, starting at the lowest exposed point of her back, which was just barely above the soft dip between her buttocks, and trailed upward, stopping as a light touch between her shoulder blades.
    “Mistress,” he said softly in her ear. She didn’t look at him, but she tilted her head away from him, a cold gesture in appearance, but which made the whisper of his breath flow down the side of her neck.
    “I believe the lady was already engaged,” Powell said. He was trying to remain within the rules of the house, but Violet clearly saw the rage simmering below the surface. He had been strongly interested in her overtures.
    Did she want someone who blew her off one minute and was accommodating the next, or someone like Jonathan, who had been interested from the moment she stepped up to him?
    And who had given her the creepy crawlies the first time he touched her waist. But that wasn’t the point.
    “I didn’t give you permission to touch me,” she said, still not looking at the object of her true interest. But she was not looking at Jonathan, either.
    “No, Mistress,” his voice drew back, as did his touch, and her skin screamed in protest. His voice lowered to a sensual murmur. “Forgive me.” She turned on her booted heel, effectively dismissing Jonathan for the moment, but she knew he wouldn’t move until he was sure he had been relinquished. A good sub would not insult a Mistress by walking away until he had leave to do so.
    The big man before her now was just as overwhelming to her senses as he had been ten minutes ago, his scent filling her nostrils, flaring them with his heat, the wide expanse of his chest filling her vision, the soft neatly trimmed hair along that strong jaw, those firm lips, all inviting touch.
    “Forgiveness has to be earned,” she stated. “So what are you going to do to earn it?”
    “Whatever Mistress demands.”
    Jonathan took a step forward, pressing himself against Violet’s back, latching his hand onto her waist. “I think it’s time you back off, Mac.” Mac thought how pleasurable it would be to seize that wrist and break the finger bones one by one while Powell screamed for mercy. He glanced at Violet’s startled face.
    Even in a secure environment, it was unsettling to be a woman weighing less than a hundred and twenty pounds caught between two men with the potential for violence emanating off of them.
    “I think you’ve made a mistake, Jonathan,” Mac said coldly. “Most Mistresses don’t take kindly to being topped by a sub. She’s not that green.” Violet closed her hand over Jonathan’s at her waist. Mac had a moment of trepidation, then her fingers curled in his well-manicured ones, twisted, and put his hand roughly from her.
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    “You’re making me uncomfortable, and I’m not interested any more.” She glanced at Jonathan. “You can leave.”
    The blonde Norse god gave her a disdainful look. “I’d rather have someone who knows what she’s doing anyway, rather than a little girl playing dress up. Little bitch cunt.”
    “Son of a –” Mac started forward, but Violet lifted a hand so her knuckles slapped against his chest. He could have easily gone past her. Though Jonathan was beating a retreat, it wouldn’t have been a bad idea to make sure he scampered all the way out to the parking lot. But there was another reason Mac didn’t do that.
    He swallowed. She’d got him. There’d been an unmistakable order behind her quelling gesture, and his body had instinctively reacted to her wish, voiced or unvoiced. The nerves quivered under his skin, recognizing it, and he forced himself to keep his voice rough, afraid of showing that to her.
    “You should let me follow him and put his pretty face under a Bridgestone.” She cocked her head, and there was so little space between them he ached with the need to touch her. “I think it’s time you let me decide what