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    Resist Me(Men of Inked #5) by Chelle Bliss
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    He stretched out across the mattress, looking at home in my room. Closing the door, I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. “Fuck,” I muttered, moving my face closer to get a better look at my reflection. Smashing my cheeks, I blinked twice, hoping it was just the alcohol affecting my vision. No such luck. I looked like death. Heavy black bags had formed under my eyes with my mascara smeared all around them, framing them and drawing attention to the nightmare.

    I grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap and washed all evidence of the night before away. Brushing my teeth, I tried not to gag. Toothpaste and vomit didn’t make the task easy. I cupped my hands together to pool water in my palms before bringing it to my mouth and swishing it around.

    When I went back into the bedroom, I still felt like shit, but at least I thought I looked better.

    “Let’s talk, Izzy.” He patted the mattress next to him and motioned to me with his hand.

    I rolled my eyes, pain shooting through my head by the simple movement I’d done a million times. “Now? I’m too sick to talk.”

    “It’s the perfect time to talk.”

    “Ugh,” I whined, sliding in next to him. “Why?”

    “’Cause you aren’t as big of a smartass when you’re like this, and I need you to be serious for a few minutes.”

    “Oh boy,” I whispered.

    “Just shut it, woman.” He placed his finger over my mouth. “I’ll talk, and you pipe in when you don’t agree.”

    “So no talking?” I asked, knowing that wasn’t going to f**king happen.

    “If that’s possible,” he said, and laughed.

    “Not a f**king chance.”

    He rubbed his eyes, trying to hide the smile on his face. “Izzy, I want to give this a shot between you and me.” He paused.

    I stared up at him and blinked.

    “I know I can be demanding—”

    I giggled, covering my mouth and quickly turning my face back to stone.

    He sighed and continued. “I am demanding. I need control in the bedroom. It’s hard to explain it.”

    “Are you a swinger?” I blurted.

    “Fuck no. What kinda shit do you have in that head?”

    I shrugged and waited for him to go on.

    “I don’t want to control your life. I want a partner, but inside the bedroom or anywhere I’m taking you…I’m the boss.”

    “Okay. I don’t have any complaints when it comes to you and sex.”

    “Good,” he said, and smiled, lightly touching my cheek. “Are you into kink?”

    I smiled. Kink should be my middle name, but I’d play dumb for his sake. “Like what?”

    “Why did you call me master when we had sex?” he asked with one eyebrow cocked.

    “Felt right, and I was being a total smartass. I’ve been to a kink club in Tampa with my girlfriends once or twice to check shit out.”

    “What?” he asked, his eyes growing wide.

    “You know. We were curious. There was so much talk on the news about submission. We wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” I shrugged, feeling my cheeks turning pink as heat crept up my neck.

    “Did you do anything when you were there?”

    “James, I may have been easy for you, but I don’t just f**k around with every c**k that comes my way.”

    He sucked in a breath. I thought I’d given him a little too much information.

    “Let’s just say it was eye opening.”

    “Did you like what you saw?”

    “Let’s say it piqued my interest.”

    “Did it make you wet?” he asked, running his knuckles down my cheek before resting his hand on my neck.

    “Some things.” I smiled, heat spreading throughout my body.

    “Which things?”

    “Have you been to one of those clubs?” I asked, throwing the question in his court.

    “I have.”

    “Really?” I whispered as images of James dominating women flooded my mind. “Tell me more. Do you like to hit women?”

    “Fuck, I’m not a sadist, but I like to dominate women sexually.”

    “Women or me? I don’t think I could handle you doing shit to other women.”

    He laughed, rubbing his nose against my cheek. “I want to dominate you, Izzy.” He nipped my ear. “No one else.”

    “Not in a club either,” I said, turning to face him.

    “Never. I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine.”

    “I’m willing to try everything once.”

    “You’re a natural submissive, Izzy,” he said, smiling at me.

    I reached up, laying my hand against his forehead, and laughed. “Are you feeling okay? One thing I’m not is a submissive, James.”

    “You didn’t say no when I told you to strip and handcuffed you to the bed.”

    “I liked stripping for you. It was sexy.”

    “And the handcuffs?” he asked, touching my wrists where the cuffs had been.

    I closed my eyes, remembering the feel of him overpowering me and being unable to stop him. It sent a tingle through my body and made my pu**y convulse. I opened my eyes and shrugged.

    “It was all right,” I said, pursing my lips.

    “Sweetheart, I remember how hard you came when I tied you up. Don’t lie to me,” he said, running his finger across my bottom lip.

    “Arrogant,” I whispered, licking his finger with the tip of my tongue.

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