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Blake hadn’t said a word the whole way home. But the moment they entered the safehouse, and the door clicked shut behind them, he grabbed Savannah’s hand.

“Savvy,” he said. “What happened between us before . . . in that private room. I know we’re meant to be focusing on other stuff right now, but I can’t get it out of my head.”

Savannah glanced up at him. "Blake, I . . . I liked it."

A slow smile spread across Blake's face, softening his hardened expression. "Did you now?" he teased gently, his blue eyes locking onto hers.

"Yeah," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "A lot. Did you?”

Blake nodded. “You know I did, babygirl.” He pulled her close to him, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her close. "Savannah," he growled. “You do something to me.”

She smiled. “Well, I think it was pretty clear what you did to me today.”

Blake pulled her even closer. “Fuck,” he murmured against her lips before pressing a tender, yet possessive kiss upon her mouth. “We’re not meant to be doing this. You’re vulnerable and I’m looking after you.”

Savannah shrugged. “There are more than one ways to look after someone. Besides, you’re kinda vulnerable yourself, you know, Blake. No harm in that. Makes us human.”

“I want to be human with you,” moaned Blake.

He kissed her again, and she melted into him, her body humming with desire. As their lips danced together, her thoughts swirled with the knowledge that she had found something precious and dangerous in Blake—a man who could protect her and unleash her deepest desires all at once.

When they finally broke apart, Savannah was out of breath. “I don’t care if we’re not meant to be doing this,” she said. “Iwantit.”

The dim light of the safehouse cast shadows on Blake's face. His blue eyes locked onto her with an intensity that made her literally weak at the knees.

"Be careful what you ask for, Savannah," he warned, his voice low and serious. "You might not be ready for the consequences."

She stood her ground. "I’m serious, Blake. All my life I’ve been made to feel like I couldn’t have the things I wanted. Family. Friends. Security. Well, I’m fed up of being denied things. I want you. I want to know what you’re like as a Daddy Dom. And I don’t want you to say no."

His eyes flickered with a storm of emotions—desire, protectiveness, and something darker that made her insides tremble with anticipation. She could feel the power radiating from him, an irresistible force that drew her in like a magnet.

"Damn it," he growled, pulling her into his arms and kissing her fiercely. The heat between them was explosive, searing through her body like wildfire. It was all-consuming, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.

As they broke apart for air, Blake's grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into her hips. "After what I heard at the club today, I'm feeling more protective than ever," he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. "I don't just want to look after you, Savannah. I want toownyou, so that no one else can ever touch you again."

Savannah's heart raced, her mind reeling from the intensity of his words. Was it possible that this strong, powerful man could truly care for her so deeply? And could she trust him to lead her into the uncharted territory of her desires?

"Blake," she whispered, her voice trembling with vulnerability and longing. "I trust you. Please . . . show me what it means to be yours."

As his lips crashed down on hers once more, Savannah knew that she had crossed a threshold. The world outside the safehouse might be filled with danger and uncertainty, but within Blake's embrace, she found a sanctuary where she couldfinally be her true self— vulnerable, yet strong; protected, yet free.

Finally, Blake pulled apart from Savannah, his gaze dark with desire. "You asked for it then, babygirl."

"Asked for what?" she managed to whisper.

"For me to claim you," he replied, his voice low and commanding. "Right here. Right now."

She nodded, her pulse quickening. "Yes please." She paused, her heart swelling with a newfound sense of trust and vulnerability. "Daddy."

As the word left her lips, she saw something shift in Blake's eyes—a crack in his stoic facade, revealing a tenderness she hadn't seen before. It was as if by uttering that single word, she had unlocked a hidden part of him, one that yearned to care for her just as deeply as she desired to submit to him.

“Get on that couch, little one,” he said. “Daddy’s going to show you what it means to be his.”

“Yes, sir,” said Savannah. And she did as she was told.

Chapter eleven

BLAKE

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