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“Uh-uh.” I close the distance between us. She flinches when I reach for her, but all I do is pull her into my arms. “We don’t talk to each other that way.” “We just did.” I back her up until her @ss hits the dresser and then cradle her nape to lift her face to mine. “We don’t.” I murmur the words against her cheek as my thumb caresses her cheek. “Is that how you want me to speak to you?” She doesn’t answer. Her body trembles against mine–whether it’s from fear or desire, I can’t be sure. I know from the dungeon that both can work in my favor. I slide the hand behind her back down to explore the curves of her @ss and squeeze. “Hm?” “Get off me,” she whispers. I hesitate. My experience as a dom tells me this is a moment to push, not to give her sovereignty. But she’s not a consenting sub. She’s also not a consenting wife, but we’re married just the same. Breaking down her barriers and forging something tender between us is the best–possibly the only–way I can keep her safe. “Turn around,” I murmur, at the same time I gently rotate her. Miraculously, she lets me. “Hands on the dresser.” Bratva Heirs: Prince of Control Signed Paperback with FREE E-Book! This week only!