Page 10 of Grimm

“I just wanted to use the computer.” She threw her hands up when Johnny left them. “I wasn’t trying to steal it.”

William slipped his hands into his pockets. “You were just going to go online, maybe inform someone that you were here against your will?”

She blinked a few times, almost shrinking back from him. He’d been wrong. She looked as though the idea hadn’t occurred to her, and now that he’d presented it to her, she was kicking herself for not thinking of it first.

“I was going to check my email to see if I’ve gotten anything from Megan,” she said firmly. “I don’t have my phone,” she added when he didn’t respond. If he kept silent, how long would she keep talking?

“I know you don’t care, but I do. She’s in trouble. I can feel it.” Daniella’s eyes darkened. “Steven did something. She wouldn’t have gone off with him if he hadn’t made her.”

“If she knew you were taken and sold because of her, do you think she’d come to your aid? Would she bang down my doors, demanding I set you free?” His curiosity piqued. Given her situation, she shouldn’t care about anything other than getting her freedom. But instead of making a run for the door, she was trying to communicate with the one person responsible for her standing exactly where she was now.

Daniella’s cheeks flushed. “Yes. I think she would.”

William brushed the back of his knuckles along her cheekbone. So much trust for someone most likely unworthy of it.

“You can use the computer in my office so long as I’m with you.”

A flitter of pleasure flashed across her eyes, kick-starting his libido. He’d denied himself the warmth her body would provide the night before, but he wouldn’t be so generous today.

“Thank you.” Tension eased from her shoulders.

“Using my computer is a privilege, Daniella, and to earn things like that, you’ll need to keep being obedient.”

Color raced across her cheeks. “What does that mean?”

“It means no trying to run away, no back talk, and no denying me what’s mine.” He trailed his fingers over her ear, tucking back the long strands of hair. “You keep doing that, and you’ll find I can be very generous with privileges.”

“Deny you what’s yours?” She blinked. “You mean—sex?”

He laughed. “I mean everything, Daniella. Nothing belongs to you anymore.” He stepped closer, inhaling her sweet scent as he nuzzled her neck. “Everything you have is now mine.” He pressed his lips against her throat, then her chin.

Hovering over her mouth, he brought his gaze up to hers. Dilated pupils betrayed any protest she tried to form. Her face captured in his palm, he lowered his mouth to hers. Daniella pressed hands pressed against his chest in an attempt to push him away, but she would not dissuade him.

He ran his tongue over her closed lips, demanding entrance.

“Open for me, Daniella,” he demanded against her mouth. Slowly, she lowered her hands from his chest, her body softened, and her lips parted for him. Sweeping in, he deepened the kiss, taking possession of her so that she softened against him. He stroked his thumb along her jaw, kissing her harder and with more command until she returned his kiss.

A soft moan escaped her. Her tongue danced with his, lost in the moment.

Sweet surrender.

He grinned, broke the kiss with one last peck to her cheek, then pulled back enough to see her clearly.

Dazed, she stared up at him, but she blinked, visibly hardening again. “Does this mean I can use the computer now?” Her sarcasm was back.

He laughed. “Let’s go.” His fingers laced with hers, he led her down the hall and back to his office. The summer sun shone through the windows, scattering colored patterns against the gray carpeting. He brought her around his desk to his chair.

“No, no.” He tugged her back when she reached for the chair. With a smooth movement, he sat down in the chair and pulled her onto his lap. “This is better.”

She wiggled on his lap, sending his cock into full awareness that her round ass was near.

“Not very comfortable,” she complained as she reached for the laptop.

He wrapped his arms around her middle and nuzzled his chin into her shoulder. “I’m just fine.”

She cast him a drop-dead glare, then opened the laptop. “Your password?” she asked with her delicate fingers hovering over the keys.

“Sure.” He reached around her, brushed away her hands, and pressed her into the edge of the desk as he swiftly typed in the code.

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