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her lower lip
and breathing into her mouth. ‘Those arms are mine,’ he whispered. Leather,
three inches wide, wrapped tightly around her wrists and she felt cold steel
buckles against her skin as he drove the pin into the eyelet and fastened them.
He stood back and ran his eyes over her.
    She pulled at the horse
hobbles in which he’d shackled her. ‘What the hell,’ she hissed, horrified and
furious and scared all at once, twisting her wrists and trying to slide her
hands out. ‘I’m not into this sort of thing, Brett. I mean it, let me go.’
    His expression was harsh
as he looked her over. He had her buckled tight and there was no one else on
the property except Nancy, who seemed to think the sun shone out of his boots.
‘Brett …’ She pulled at the hobbles. ‘Seriously …’
    He stepped closer
until he was pressing against her. His skin smelled clean and raw and his
clothes smelled of diesel and leather. The horse behind her shifted and
nickered nervously.
    ‘Shhh,’ he whispered,
the stubble on his chin brushing the lobe of her ear. ‘You’re upsetting the
horse.’
    Upsetting the horse?
Was he kidding? ‘Brett …’
    His hand clamped over
her mouth and her eyes widened as he squeezed her face with a huge, powerful
hand. She whimpered.
    ‘You wanted to play
games,’ he said calmly in her ear.
    Panic shot through
her. All she knew about this guy was that he had just done four years in
prison, because someone upset him. She was an idiot to play games with him last
night. What the hell had she started?
    Brett took his hand
from her face and placed one finger on her lips to silence her, and then he
slowly began unbuttoning her shirt, starting from the top. When the last tiny button
squeezed through his fingers, he pulled her shirt back over her shoulders and paused
while he looked down on her breasts, which were pushed together by turquoise
blue lace.
    His hands came back to
her hips and stilled, as though deciding what to do with her. ‘What games will
we play, Sophie?’
    She ran her tongue
over her bottom lip to moisten it before trying to speak. ‘Don’t hurt me.’
    ‘No?’
    She shook her head and
swallowed.
    His fingers ran idly
along the edges of her shirt and she shivered. ‘Pain can be good, Sophie.’ He
slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders and curled his fingers under the
cups, pulling them down and lifting her breasts out, feeling the fullness of
them in his hands before rolling her nipples between his fingers and twisting
them.
    Her breath caught and
a current ran up her legs, making her unsteady. He took his hands away and left
her, exposed, and stinging.
    From the belt loop on
the top of his jeans, he unbuckled the spurs he had altered earlier that
morning, running a thumb over the sharp spikes, and then checking the tiny
indents they left on his skin. With one in each hand he reached behind her back
and under her shirt.
    She squeezed her eyes
tight and gasped as she felt them spike along her lower back in one sharp
movement, making her bare breasts arch towards him. Holy fuck, she would never
use spurs on a horse again. That was just mean. He rolled them over her skin again;
downwards this time and a tiny squeal escaped her throat as she arced forward. The
sound of her pain made him smirk. It was the closest thing to a smile she had
seen on his face. Sadistic bastard. She vowed not to weaken again.
    Brett leaned into her
and ran his mouth lightly over her neck, then traced his lips slowly over her
chest until he held her nipple between his front teeth. He pressed the spurs
into the middle of her back and she pushed into his face and pulled at the
hobbles. Her chains rattled against the steel divider she was shackled to.
    That’s when he bit
down on her. Hard. He pulled, until the soft rosy skin of her nipple ripped
from his teeth, leaving a bite mark. Fuck, it hurt! She panted to stop herself
from crying out. Oh fuck. While she reeled, he took the other nipple between
his