Cherise Sinclair - Dark Citadel

“Keep me?” Her heart bounced inside her, choking her words into incoherence.

His eyes were intent, and she realized he'd been studying her face. A satisfied smile crossed his lips.

“You can't keep me.”

“Oh, but I can.” His finger traced her lips, and the look in his eyes was one she hadn't seen before. “Your body says it likes the idea.”

Keep her? She shoved the hope down. Don't be silly . He meant he'd see her at the club, use her as a sub. “You mean here at the club?”

“Here, Kari. And everywhere else.”

Her brows drew together. There had to be a catch. “Does that mean I get to keep you also?”

“Oh, absolutely.” He kissed her, his lips demanding. “I'm a firm believer in equality at all times—”

“At all times?” She glanced at the cuffs clipped to his leathers. “Why do I find that hard to believe?” And why the heck was she arguing with him. Mine, mine, mine .

“At all times,” he repeated. “However, in the bedroom or in the club, I am a lot more equal than you.” His grin flashed white before he rolled her onto her back. Pinning her between his knees, he buckled her cuffs on.

“Jerk,” she said, the joy impossible to contain.

“That would be me. But I'm your jerk.” He lifted her hands over her head, trapped them there. Leaning down, he stopped with his mouth an inch away from hers, his breath warm on her face. “We'll discuss this later, but you're at the club right now. So what do you say to me, little sub?”

She barely managed to whisper, “Yes, Sir,” before he took her mouth and kissed any thought of defiance right out of her head.

THE END

A bio? Honestly, my dears, I'd rather hear about you.

But, here goes: I live in the west with my beloved husband, two children, and various animals, including three cats who rule the household. I'm a gardener and I love ripping defenseless weeds out by the roots when I'm angry. I enjoy playing Scrabble and Risk, being a soccer mom, and spending evenings curled up on a couch, reading next to my dearheart.

Over the years, I've lived in many states and worked at a multitude of jobs before settling down to writing. You wouldn't believe how wonderful it was to meet other authors and discover I'm not the only person to have a mind populated with characters talking, arguing, and having hot sex. Did I mention the hot sex?

—Cherise

Visit Cherise Sinclair on the web at www.CheriseSinclair.com