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harder she fought the harder he held
her.
    “Shh…” Kingsley’s mouth was at her ear again. “It’s only
me.”
    Knowing it was Kingsley didn’t do anything to calm her fears.
She tried to pull away again but still he held her tight against him. She
screamed against his hand. Barely a sound came out.
    “Charlie, I know you’re afraid right now. You are allowed to be
afraid. I want you to be afraid.” His voice was low and intimate. She pushed
back against him, hoping to knock him off balance and get away. But he was too
tall, too strong. She turned her head trying to scream, but his hand was a vise
over her mouth. “In the lifestyle we all have a safe word. It’s the word you say
when you want the game to stop. Your safe word is ‘dragon’ since you’re my
little redheaded fire-breather. And the second I take my hand away you can say
‘dragon’ and I’ll let you go. Or… Or you can choose to not fear your fear.
Vanilla sex is all about trust. Rape is all about fear. In that place between
fear and trust is where we live. Trust me, Charlie. Don’t think that the fear
means you have to stop.”
    Charlotte closed her eyes. She wrenched herself to the side but
still she couldn’t get free from him.
    “I’m going to move my hand away from your mouth now. Say your
safe word if you must. But before you do, ask yourself how you felt when I
walked away from you tonight. Ask yourself how you will feel tomorrow if you
walk away from me now.”
    Charlotte panted against his palm. He slowly took his hand away
from her mouth. She started to speak and then swallowed her words.
    She heard Kingsley’s smug laugh at her ear. “I have good taste
in women, don’t I?”
    Charlie opened her mouth to argue but Kingsley pushed her hard
and bent her over the bed. He took her arms and yanked them behind her back and
held them pinned there. With one hand he held her wrists and with the other he
reached underneath her dress. He ran his hand up the back of her thighs and slid
it over her hips and into her panties.
    “Your clit’s swollen and you’re soaking wet,” he said as he
examined her. She clenched her jaw but was too humiliated to say anything. His
fingers skimmed across the outside of her body. She flinched as he ripped her
flimsy panties off her with a quick tear. Now naked underneath her dress there
was nothing between him and her. Kingsley used his knees to push her legs wider
apart. His hand came back to her and she groaned as he slid a single finger
inside her.
    “Since the moment I saw you breathing fire at my club last
night,” Kingsley whispered as one finger became two, and two fingers turned to
three inside her, “I knew I had to have you…to feel that fire inside you.”
    He pulled his hand roughly out of her and she lay scared and
panting against the sheets.
    “Don’t move,” he ordered. Closing her eyes, she dug her hands
into the sheets and tried to breathe through her fears.
    “It’s adrenaline,” Kingsley said as he opened a drawer and
pulled something out, something that sounded like metal. She gasped as he took
her wrists again and yanked them behind her back. “What you’re feeling right
now—it isn’t fear. You aren’t afraid of me. You’ve simply never been this
excited before.”
    “God, you’re arrogant,” Charlotte growled as Kingsley slapped
cold metal handcuffs on to each of her wrists.
    “I’m not arrogant. I’m French.” Kingsley forced her legs apart
again as Charlotte tried to relax into the handcuffs. The weighty cold metal dug
into her skin. She felt helpless, and hopeless. One word could get her out of
this. All she had to do was say it and Kingsley would let her go. But she
couldn’t say it. Even scared and humiliated she couldn’t deny that she wanted
him, wanted this so much it scared her more than the handcuffs and the man who
had taken possession of her body. “Now, Charlie, I’m going to put my cock in you
in two seconds. If you have an objection to