Bound to Submit by Laura Kaye

Author:Laura Kaye
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, Dominant, submission, BDSM, Shadowlands, alpha hero, Hard Ink, erotic romance
Publisher: Laura Kaye
Published: 2016-10-10T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Okay,” Kenna said, sitting up. She supposed they had a lot of things to lay out on the table, and there was no sense putting it off. She shifted to sit up, and Master Griffin allowed her, although he kept her on his lap.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I got us some snacks.”

She gazed at the tray—and her heart squeezed. It was all her old favorites. The chocolate chip cookies for which someone in the kitchen should receive the Nobel Peace Prize, a bowl of ripe berries, mini-cheeseburger sliders, and a glass of orange juice thick with pulp. “You remembered,” she whispered.

“Everything, Kenna.”

She turned to him.

“I remember everything.” His expression was a mask of emotion, only she didn’t trust herself to read what was there. It looked like things she might once have wanted—only she wasn’t sure she could have them now. Or deserved them anymore.

Kenna ducked her chin and nodded. “I am hungry,” she managed.

Reaching around her, Griffin grabbed the burgers and berries. He held a raspberry to her lips. They were her absolute favorite, and he’d remembered that, too. And damn if that wasn’t doing funny stuff to her chest, stuff she wasn’t sure she liked.

I wanted to feel less, not more.

Can I handle more?

She didn’t know. She really didn’t.

They each took one of the sliders, and she devoured hers, much to his amusement and pleasure. And then she brushed off her fingers, hugged the blanket to her chest, and started talking, cutting right to the chase. “I lost my arm two years ago in Afghanistan while I was serving with the Marines. One of the guys in my unit tripped an IED on a routine patrol. He and one other died instantly. And I eventually lost my arm.” On a deep breath, she met his gaze.

“Jesus, Kenna. You’re a Marine? That’s...that’s fucking amazing,” he said, raking a hand through his dark hair.

“I was a Marine,” she clarified, grabbing a few raspberries.

“Bullshit,” Griffin said. Her gaze cut to his. “I know some guys in the Corps. Once a Marine, always a Marine. That’s what they say. Nothing can take that away from you.”

Her throat tightened at the passion in his words, at the way they resonated down deep inside of her. There was truth in them, she knew there was, but that truth was so hard to grab on to when she felt so guilty that she’d survived when others hadn’t.

“Yeah,” she said. After a moment, she went on. “One of the people who died was my best friend. Her name was Georgia, Georgia Kern. Although everyone called her George. So we were George and Ken, which the guys all thought was hilarious.” She chuffed out a little laugh, memories reaching for her. “It was pretty funny.”

“Damn, I’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through, Kenna. But I’m proud of you, too.” Master Griffin leaned in and kissed her forehead, his gaze suddenly too observing, too seeing.

All at once, she needed to change the subject. “So what about you?” she asked, grabbing the cookies.

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