“I think that I like to play rough, and I’m not sure you’re up for it,” I warn. He meets my eyes without flinching, fresh heat dancing in his gaze. “Try me.” My balls tighten and a shiver runs down my spine. “On your knees.” I add the weight of authority to the words, letting the heady feeling of taking control course through my veins. His eyelids droop and his lips part on a moan. Xaviaro doesn’t hesitate, dropping to his knees without bracing for impact or slowing himself down, and without wincing when he hits the wood floor. Then he tilts his head up to meet my gaze again. His dark eyes
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