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through her. “Good. You can
go.”
    Even from several feet away, I could feel anger
radiating from her. She wanted to raze the building to the ground.
She wanted to make us pay. She didn’t follow through with either.
She patted her stomach, threw me a final, silent ‘screw you’, and
stomped toward the elevator.
    I waited until it should have dumped her back in the
parking deck before I moved, my brain rushing to catch up with the
rest of me. I knew this was just the first wave of the epic battle
to bring the baby into the world with as little drama as possible,
but I felt optimistic. He sank into the couch, and I dropped onto
the cushion beside him.
    “ It’s a good start,
Logan.”
    He had a faraway look, the set of his jaw confirming
his doubts. “I doubt she’ll go 48 hours before she goes to the
media, bemoaning that I’m holding my billions hostage unless she
plays nice with my mistress.”
    I slid closer, her words still stinging. “I’m pretty
sure she’ll use a different word. Whore, I believe it was?”
    He winced. “She really is a good actress. I thought I
saw something in her once. Something misunderstood.” The anger
slowly morphed into sadness and regret. “I don’t think I knew her
at all.”
    I could tell her words weighed heavy on him, even
though he’d never admit it. He was too strong. Too stubborn. So I
took a cue from his playbook. “She seems to have your number. Chest
full of toys…I still haven’t experienced the whole bed and whipping
thing though.”
    He sized me up, his smirk the best kind of bad. The
right kind of trouble.
    “ I don’t think you’re ready for a
spanking. No holds barred.” He stroked my knee and traced my inner
thigh, sending a flutter of desire over me.
    I wanted him.
    I needed him.
    I scooted closer, my voice thick like syrup. It was
as unrecognizable as the woman inside me who was about to beg for
the pain. For the pleasure.
    “ It’s okay. I’m giving control over
to you,” I said hoarsely, deciding I was equal parts turned on,
curious, and terrified.
    His smile broadened as he leaned in, kissing my
check.
    “ Give?” His lips stroked my skin,
making me tremble for him. “I take what I want, Melissa. And right
now, I want you.”

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Logan
     
    She stood before me. Beautiful. From
the long blonde hair that hung loosely to her waist to the curvy
line of her hips. Her thick ass that was begging for my
hand.
    She was a new submissive, mine to mold. To care for.
To dominate. I wanted to do bad things to her. Push her to her
limits. Show her the freedom in surrender. But I needed a moment to
catch my breath. The dark hunger in me just wanted to bend her over
the couch and spank her until her ass was red and her body
shuddered with tears--because she was mine to do with as I pleased.
Pain, pleasure, I decided what she needed. But at the moment, I was
still pushing Delilah from my mind. My anger ripped at my chest.
The barbs of it dug deep and played dirty.
    I would never touch Melissa in this space with anger
in my heart. But once I'd exorcised Delilah, all bets were off.
    Melissa had come prepared, switching into a Rolling
Stones t-shirt that hugged her in all the right places. Her jeans
clutched her as sexily as any G-string and garter belt would. But I
was never a big fan of lingerie. There was something beautiful
about a woman wearing nothing but her curves.
    Melissa's eyes were bright and wide with anticipation
as I strode toward her. I drew my fingertips up and down her arms,
watching the lust dance across her face.
    "I think we both know you're wearing entirely too
much clothing. Take it off."
    "You're not going to rip it off?" she asked. Not
sarcastically, nor in any combative way.
    She wanted me to rip it off.
    I circled around and stood behind her, feeling the
heat of her body. The want. I traced the length of her spine ever
so softly. So soft, so gentle, that she glanced at me over her
shoulder, a question in her eyes. Did I