Free Deep Domination (Bought by the Billionaire #2) by Lili Valente

framed him for a crime he didn’t commit, a crime he never would have committed because he was a good man.
    Or he had been a good man. Then.
    He wasn’t now, and she would do well to remember it.
    “You will not use my given name again,” he growled against her lips as he picked her up with one arm and carried her toward the bed where the bedside lamp cast the rumpled covers in soft yellow light. “Or I will hurt you. And it will not be the kind of hurting you enjoy.”
    “Yes, sir,” she breathed. “I’m sorry, sir.”
    “Shut up.” He threw her onto the bed, where she landed with a yip of surprise that would have made him laugh once, back when he’d loved all her little sounds. Now it just made his jaw clench. “Hands above your head, pinned to the bed. Do not move them from that position or I will stop whatever I’m doing immediately and leave the room.”
    She scooted backward, watching him warily as she lay down and lifted her hands above her head. “I’m sorry, sir.”
    “You’ve said that, but now I want you to be quiet,” he said, shoving his pants to the ground and stepping out of them. “I don’t want you to make a sound. Not a moan, not a whimper, not a single sound. Do you understand?”
    She nodded, eyes widening as he wrapped his hands around her ankles and squeezed.
    “Not even when you come,” he warned. “If you cry out when you come it will be the last time you come for days and that’s a promise.”
    She pressed her lips together and nodded again.
    “Good. Now let’s see how you’re doing after last night.” He pushed her legs up and over her head, until her knees touched her nose and her ass was up in the air. She was as flexible as ever and it was fucking hot, but not as hot as the faint red and blue marks covering her pale buttocks.
    He ran a hand over them, gently kneading the flesh. She cringed slightly, but didn’t whimper. Either he wasn’t using enough force to hurt her or she was simply determined not to make a sound.
    One way to find out…
    He slapped her ass hard enough to set her flesh to jiggling and definitely hard enough to hurt the parts of her that were already bruised. But still she was silent.
    He glanced down between her legs to see her eyes closed and her teeth digging in to her bottom lip. She was so obedient when she wanted to be, so eager to be led, so seemingly effortlessly submissive. If he didn’t know better, it would be easy to believe this was the truth and everything else had been the lie. Even his gut was sold. It believed she wanted him and needed this sick game they were playing as much as he did.
    But he’d spent eighteen months behind bars for the mistake of believing in Harley Garrett—or whatever the hell her name was—and he wasn’t going to make that mistake again. She had always been strong enough not to get swept up in her own deception. Now it was his turn to prove he was her equal.
    He would keep pushing until she broke. Sooner or later he’d find her limit, the line she wasn’t willing to cross in the name of pretending to be what he wanted and then he would see the woman behind the mask. He would force the real Harley from hiding and then force her to her knees, no matter how long it took.
    He’d promised to return her in a month, but she knew better than most that promises were made to be broken.
    The thought made his cock thicker and the need to be balls deep in Harley more powerful. Hating her made him want to fuck her as much as love ever had, proving there was indeed a thin line between one and the other.
    Holding her legs above her head with one hand looped around both of her ankles, Jackson reached for the box of condoms she’d left on top of the table with the other. The decision had no doubt been a calculated move, one of her many attempts to prove herself willing and eager to please. Like choosing an afternoon with him instead of an afternoon alone on the beach.
    But she would regret that decision, sooner or