Hostile Takeover (The Game, #8)

by Cara Dee

“Use me.” I cupped the back of his neck and kissed his jaw. “Take whatever you want from me.” He drew a deep breath and slid a hand to my throat. “What if I take too much?” So be it.

“You will be mine.” His low tone sounded both like a threat and a promise. “You will belong to me. Whether I rent out your asshole to kinky friends or we have a quiet night in, you’ll never doubt who your Owner is.”

reached up and kissed my cheek. “I wanna know every concern—always. Understood?” I exhaled and nodded again. “Yes, Sir. Otherwise, you can’t make informed decisions.” “Exactly. Now, let’s log a couple hours on the treadmill before we enjoy our Turkey Day.” A couple hours?! Boy was mad. “I have a complaint,” I announced. He laughed. “Take it up with HR.”