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her for making him so horny. He was painfully erect and only remained seated out of sheer will.
    She licked her fingers clean, and he narrowed his gaze on those luscious lips. Knowing the truth was right in front of him, he asked, “Are you trained for your Master?”
    “Yes,” she replied softly.
    “I thought so,” he said. “But you still want us to believe you’re a virgin?”
    She returned her fingers to her folds, tweaking the skin at the entrance of her wet vagina. “I am a virgin. Ask Serena.”
    “Fuck!” he yelled. Hearing his niece’s name ruined the moment. He stood up and went to her. Locking his arm around her waist, he pressed his hand against hers in an effort to guide her.
    Obedient, Jenna locked her fingers inside her walls, stuffing the slender digits higher.
    Cupping her nape, he looked into her eyes. “I won’t fall for you as hard as Jules has. Just remember that, and remember something else for me, too.”
    Her eyes suddenly danced with mischief. Her hand worked harder. Her body bumped against the manual stimulation, and he was oh so tempted to take her place, tuck his fingers inside her cunt, and help light another blazing fire.
    “What’s that?” she asked, whispering across his lips.
    He stilled against her. Drawing upon his inner strength, he said, “You’ll find the men who come here, and not just the ones who live here, are full-grown males. They know what they want, little woman, and they go after it. They aren’t easily teased. They don’t play around and pretend to ignore the pussy presented in front of them. Do you understand?”
    She grabbed for his belt.
    He dropped his gaze to her hand. “Go on,” he challenged. “You think you can?”
    “I—”
    “ I dare you .”
    A strange and distant look washed across her face. He immediately translated her expression as tremendous fear. Unprepared for the emotions she stirred inside him, he immediately felt ashamed of himself.
    He remembered his promise to Heath. Had he broken trust? Absolutely. He had vowed not to touch her unless she made the first move. He’d encouraged the first one, and now she looked scared to death. He’d be lucky if she didn’t cry wolf and turn tail for Alabama. .
    “Do you want me to touch you now, Master?” she asked, her hand falling away from her body. Her arms trembling.
    “Maybe not today,” Brogan snapped, irritated because he couldn’t figure out what kind of mind dice Jenna wanted to roll.
    “When?”
    “When you’re ready to reach for my cock with a skilled hand, when your lips are trained for my pleasure, and your body is prepared to welcome me, that’s when I’ll take you, Jenna. And not a minute before.”
    “Why are you so hard?”
    He glanced down at his erection. Then, he looked back up again.
    “I’m not talking about your penis. I mean, I’m sure it is, too, but you…who hurt you so badly that you feel like you have to talk to women like you don’t have any respect for them?”
    “I respect women. Ask anyone.” Marcy came to mind. She didn’t count. They had an understanding.
    “No you don’t,” she replied defiantly. “You hide behind the lifestyle and act like you might, but no, you don’t respect women. If you did, then you wouldn’t bring them here and parade them around your property like you can’t wait to put the newest herd on display.”
    “I’ll respect you when you deserve it.”
    “I’ll return the favor if I ever take you as a Master,” she said hopping off the counter and making her way for the door.
    She swung it open.
    He slammed it shut. His palm landed beside her head. “And who says you have the right to leave here now?”
    She kept her back to him and he kissed her shoulder before he added with a hiss, “Resistance is something I have, Jenna. I have enough control to work you into a fiery inferno and turn you down every day of the week and several times on a drunken Friday night.”
    “No, Brogan, you don’t. Jules doesn’t