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staring into his dark eyes, his perfect face, that is too far away from me right now.
    "The way you want me to?" I ask.
    He nods. "Yes. To submit. Let me take the lead. I have a dominant nature, Nicky. A very specific way of giving and receiving pleasure. And I sense that you might be a good match for me in that regard."
    "Oh," I breathe.
    I can feel my heart pounding against my ribcage and my cheeks blushing. I don't know what to say to that.
    But apparently, I don't have to say anything.
    He observes me with great attention. And he starts smirking. Triumphantly this time. As if I had given him the answer he was hoping for.
    "Thank you," he says, sounding calm and confident as always.
    "For what?" I ask.
    My voice is low and hoarse. I looked down, trying to hide my embarrassment and clear my throat. "I didn't say anything..."
    "You did, Nicky," he says. "The way you breathe and blush is the most beautiful answer I could have hoped for."
    He squeezes my hand again and gently caresses the back of it with his thumb.
    "I will make sure you will never forget this night," he whispers. "Despite your little stubbornness, you have already given me many reasons to smile tonight. You deserve nothing but the best of me."
    At that moment, I have no idea what that might be. But I am soon to find out.
    The hotel we finally stop at gives me another reason to put up resistance. It is not just any hotel, but a well-known five-star accommodation that towers over the entire city.
    "Smooth," I joke as we get out of the limousine and head for the hotel's lobby. "You are either ridiculously rich or stupid – or a very successful mobster."
    He laughs and takes my hand to lead me to the elevators.
    "So, I assume you're not from here?" I ask while we are waiting for the elevator to arrive. "Or why else would you have a room reserved already?"
    He turns around and looks down at me.
    "No fights," he reminds me. "And no questions. I think it's time for you to just let some things go and let me take the lead. All right?"
    I gulp. "All right."
    An evil smile appears on his face.
    "Now," he says. "Do you think that's the way I would like you to address me?"
    "What do you mean?"
    The elevator arrives and the opening doors interrupt us. He beckons me to enter before him and I follow his gesture, but not without giving him a wary look from the side.
    As soon as the doors close behind us, he surprises me by leaping at me and pushing me against the back of the elevator.
    I gasp in surprise and stare up to him as he pins me against the wall by pressing his – undoubtedly toned – body against me. He is strong – and determined.
    He leans down and plants a greedy kiss on my lips. I am so overwhelmed by how fast everything happens that I don't even think about pushing him away.
    I don't want to anyway. He tastes so good. And his kisses are so greedy, so hungry for me and yet so loving and gentle. I catch myself moving after him with longing eyes when he ends the kiss to speak to me.
    "From now on," he whispers. "I want you to call me Sir. And when I ask you a question, I want you to reply with 'Yes, Sir'. Do you understand?"
    I almost burst out laughing, but the seriousness with which he looks at me stops me from doing so.
    “Excuse me?” I ask, arching my eyebrows with amusement. “Are you serious?”
    His expression doesn’t change, and it makes me feel small and silly.
    “Dead serious,” he says. “Do you understand?”
    There’s nothing playful about his demeanor anymore, nothing gentle, nothing charming. I’m deliciously scared.
    "Yes, Sir,” I breathe, relishing the feeling that travels along my spine as I display an obedience that is new to me.
    "Good girl," he whispers and gives me a quick peck on the cheek.
    His little praise makes my heart jump in an unknown way. No one has ever called me a good girl. No one has ever caused this kind of reaction in me with only his words.
    Good girl. I really like the sound of it.
    The doors of the elevator