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He didn’t seem to hear her.

She took his hand and led him to the chair in the corner. She needed to get him upstairs. “Hold on. This will hurt a bit.” She released one of the nipple clamps and bent down and gently sucked and licked his nipple to ease the pain as the blood rushed back. She repeated the action on the other side.

She nuzzled his throat and kissed him, trying to bring him back, trying to get through to him. “Look at me.”

He stared up at her, eyes frantic, lost.

“It’s okay,” she whispered.

His throat worked as he swallowed hard. He looked ill. He shook his head. “No. It’s not. Nothing will ever be okay.”

Chapter 15

Brent followed Chaya through the club and up to his apartment on shaky legs.

He’d lost control.

He’d lost control, and he’d let emotion take over, had devoured, glutted on it until he was nothing but sex and need. He’d dropped his barriers, leaving him vulnerable. Like he had back then. If Chaya hadn’t been able to bring him back…

Chaya’s had slipped into his, shaking him from his thoughts as they reached his apartment door. He realized she’d been talking to him the whole time, tone soft, soothing, but he couldn’t hear her past the blood pounding through his skull.

What she must think of him.

Shit, he didn’t need to hear the words to know she was trying to comfort him. While he’d fucked into her fist, he’d been lost to the lust pounding through his body, controlling his mind.

He’d never let himself lose control like that, not in the playrooms. He thought he was safe there. But then he’d always played the Dom.

Twisting the door handle to his apartment, she shoved it open, and led him straight to his bedroom. “Lie down,” she said.

Numbly, he did what she asked.

His mind swam, overloaded with so many thoughts and feelings. He couldn’t remember what he’d done, what he’d said. His mind had been utterly blank, silent, while she worked him. There had been no roar in his mind. All he’d been able to do was feel what she was doing to him, and it had been perfect. She’d been perfect.

The peace he’d felt after he’d come in her arms…

She slid his shirt off his shoulders, inspecting his skin. “Did I hurt you?” she asked softly.

“No, Chaya. God, no.”

Tonight he’d let his emotions get the better of him, and the incubus in him had been there, ready and waiting to take the reins. He’d let his fear and anger rule him.

His stomach churned as he gently pushed her long dark hair over one shoulder and ran his fingers over the bare skin of her shoulder. “I don’t know what to say, Chay. I don’t know how to make this right…”

“Brent.” She sat down on the bed beside him. “What is this all about? What do you think you did?”

He swallowed audibly.

She lifted her hand to cup his face. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying pain with your pleasure. Not one damned thing. But you know that already.”

He shot to his feet and started pacing around the small room.

“Jesus, would you stop this and talk to me?” she said, dark eyes following him.

“I lost control down there. Fuck, Chaya, I lost control. That can’t happen. That can’t ever happen.”

Standing, she moved to him and slid her arms around his waist, looking up at him. “You didn’t. Not once.” She gave him a gentle squeeze. “You were right there with me.”

He shoved his hands in his hair. “You don’t understand…”