Shock, relief, jubilation, and something like warm, sweet honey spreading through his chest all tumbled over one another in a rush of emotion he wasn’t accustomed to. Despite all that, he paused. Morgan’s eyes misted with tears. Her chin trembled. Sighing, Jack restrained himself from snatching her into his arms and darting down the hall to lock her behind his playroom door. But not without great effort. He wasn’t naïve enough to believe that one mediocre vanilla fuck had convinced Morgan she was a born submissive. She had layers and layers of guilt about something he didn’t understand. And she wouldn’t reach her full potential or full happiness until she got through it. Since he planned to make her his—and would happily kill Brandon or any other son of a bitch who thought she belonged to them—Jack figured he’d better get to the bottom of Morgan’s issues now. He hoped, right now, so she could begin to acknowledge him as her master, her lover, the man she could depend on to care for her in all ways.
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