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years, it will end you and you know it.”
    “You’ve no right to dig into my business.”
    “No right.” Abruptly, the civilized veneer was gone. Thomas was blasted with the unexpected heat. Marcus pivoted and shoved him back into the same corner, slamming his palm against the side of the barn so Thomas was caged between Marcus’ arm and the fence. Violence and desire always rode the same horse when it came to his feelings about Marcus. Despite a desire to shove back, Thomas abruptly wanted the taste of that mouth again, the feel of those hands gripping him so roughly. Gripping him any way Marcus desired.
    The green eyes flickered with the knowledge. With fire.
    “Do you want to kiss me, pet?” Marcus asked huskily. “Do you think I don’t know just my voice can make you hard? You were hiding that stiff cock of yours behind the counter from your sister, because your body remembers everything about responding to my voice, my touch, the whisper of a command. Did you cream yourself when I
    grabbed your wrist?”
    His hand dropped to cup Thomas’ balls again, his thumb rubbing slowly along the ridged head of his cock. Marcus swore softly as Thomas groaned, clenching his teeth.
    He wouldn’t stop him, but Thomas grabbed the edge of the fence in one hand, holding it so his knuckles whitened, so he wouldn’t be weak and seize Marcus again.
    “What you want is for me to bend you over this fence and fuck you hard, fill you where you’ve been empty for far too long.”
    “Haven’t…been.”
    “I’m sure. There’s a wealth of eligible playmates for you down here.” Marcus’ gaze shifted briefly over the open field. He leaned even closer, his lips a hairsbreadth away, his breath caressing Thomas’ face. God, Thomas wanted that tongue, needed it pushing into his mouth the way he wanted Marcus’ cock pushing into his ass. “But that’s not the reason I know that. You’re mine, Thomas. You’ve been mine from the beginning. If you let any other man touch you, I’d kill him.”
    With that one statement, Marcus put it out there. Thomas had walked away,
    convinced himself it was over, whereas Marcus had never released the end of the leash.
    Perhaps that’s why Thomas had never felt the chain had been broken. Because it hadn’t.
    A hard shudder ran through him despite himself. Marcus’ eyes grew more intent,
    more brilliant. Perhaps his mother was right. A serpent in the desert. Marcus’
    complexity, his gentleness, his urban polish, his humor, all of it was underscored by a generosity that was limitless. He even at times had a loving, nurturing nature.
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    But all of that was twined like a serpent’s coils with this, a ferocious darkness, a Dominant’s need to possess and control that Thomas had not realized he would match with an equal submissive hunger. From the beginning he’d wanted to belong to Marcus and only Marcus, in ways a boy from rural North Carolina wouldn’t have imagined existed inside himself.
    “No!” He shoved Marcus away from him and backed into the open space of the
    parking area where he could breathe, though the world was teetering dangerously as if it wanted him to slide right back into Marcus’ grip. “Don’t fuck with my head. You don’t need to pull that crap just to get me to make more money for you.”
    While he said it only to hurt, he needed the defense. Besides which, in his heart he knew it was true. Not the part about Marcus using him for money. Even before he walked away, Thomas had always known Marcus would tire of him in time, no matter how intimate they’d gotten. These were Thomas’ roots and he needed those roots. He had to live up to them, because they were permanent and real. Unlike Marcus’
    attraction to him, which he knew was only permanent and real in his most fantastical dreams.
    Marcus’ face transformed into a mask of indifferent politeness, which told Thomas he’d hit the mark with enough accuracy to make his heart hurt. “I knew you