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tinge of dominance filled his tone and he felt her clench around him. No doubt about it. She liked it.
    “Yes, Atticus. I’ve been bad.”
    “Very bad,” he agreed with a satisfied smile. They were definitely both on the same page. “Now what do we do with bad girls?” He let the words draw out as he slowed his upward thrusts, holding her on a knife’s edge of pleasure. She moaned and he sensed words were beyond her at this point. “Do you want to feel the force of my hand on this pretty ass, sweetheart? Is that what you want? Do you want a spanking?”
    Her eyes closed as she clenched and threw her head back. “Yes!”
    That’s all he needed to hear. Atticus swatted her ass and urged her to ride him faster. She began to whimper and moan on every deep thrust and every hard spank. Atticus tongued her nipples then grazed his fangs over the soft flesh on the side of one full breast, drawing just a bit of blood that he greedily lapped up.
    She loved it. He read the exciting flash of sexy pain that thrilled her, and the resulting pleasure as he stroked his tongue over her soft skin in her chaotic thoughts. He smacked her ass then moved one hand around to search out her little clit. Unerringly, he grasped the tiny button, squeezing hard and making her come with a delicious shout that echoed through the dark cavern.
    He followed her into madness as he shot his seed deep inside his mate.
    His One and only.

Chapter Three
    By nightfall, they were both back to full strength, though Lissa knew she would bear some black and blue bruises from the accident for the next few days. Atticus had discussed their next move with her and they’d decided to leave some evidence of her adventure for the human authorities to see. They would, no doubt, have been searching for her since the wreck that had claimed so many lives. Luckily, no one but the driver had known Atticus was on the shuttle bus, since his decision to go up to the resort had been a last minute thing.
    As a result, they decided to placate the authorities with a story that made some sense, though it was admittedly sketchy. They arrived at Atticus’s home just after sunset. To say it was a mansion was an understatement. The European-styled villa was set in the midst of a picturesque vineyard and both the house and manicured landscape took her breath away.
    Opening the grand door, Atticus whisked her into his arms and carried her over the threshold. It was a romantic, old world gesture that brought tears to her eyes.
    “Welcome home, love.” He paused to kiss her, keeping her in his arms as he kicked the door shut and carried her into a spacious living room. The kiss grew bolder as he lowered her to a soft, wide couch. She could feel the conflict inside him. He wanted to call the authorities on one hand, to begin the process of making her completely well. On the other hand, he shared the raging desire burning in her own blood to make love here and now ¾ to claim her without further delay.
    “Yes, Atticus. Yes.” She stroked his skin, taking the decision out of his hands. “Make love to me.”
    “Are you certain?” He pulled back only slightly. “I don’t want to hurt you. I hated to leave even one small bruise on your skin when I could easily have healed them all.”
    “You could never hurt me,” she reassured him. “And we needed to leave some of the bruises to show the nice ambulance men,” she teased with a coy smile. “But I want you now, Atticus. I don’t want to have to wait until they let me out of the hospital. I can’t go two minutes without wanting you. I’m addicted to you.” She laughed to ease his strain, cupping his cheek and looking deep into his mesmerizing eyes.
    “You do the same to me, Lissa, and it’s an addiction I pray never to quit.” He swooped in for a devastating kiss, aligning his body with hers on the plush sofa. “I can’t resist you. But we do this my way. I don’t want you in any pain whatsoever.”
    “Whatever you say…