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Moving slowly, I pick up the pen and gather the paperwork into a neat stack on my lap, before sitting up and placing it back on the table, keeping the note in my hand.

He’s watching me quietly, his face tense when I turn to look at him.

“You read this,” I whisper. “And you still picked me…”

He simply nods, once again leaving it up to me to interpret the expression on his face.

“W-Why…” I utter helplessly, so petrified that my voice breaks. “How can you still want me? How can you not think that I’m the… most horrible person on earth?”

I try to stop it, I try to not let the memories and my overactive mind get the better of me.

But it doesn’t work. Tears are rushing down my cheeks, and there’s nothing I can do to stop them.

Chapter 25

Raad

Alena is a strong woman, probably the strongest one I have ever met. And that’s exactly why her vulnerability has such a pull on me. It’s a lure that’s impossible to resist, despite my better judgment.

I make sure to take the note and throw it aside before I collect the strings in each of my hands and yank her closer. She wasn’t prepared for that move and practically tumbles into my lap, her hands gripping the sofa as she places them next to my legs.

A blend of surprise and fear is written across her face when she looks up at me now, her teary eyes seeking only one thing: redemption. She hates herself for what she did, she regrets what happened, and she’s tormented by the fact that there’s no turning back time.

But if she thinks that she doesn’t deserve pleasure and affection by anyone because of it, she is wrong—and I’m going to prove that to her.

I let go of the strings and grab her by the hips, lifting her up onto my lap. She straddles me without hesitation, placing her hot cunt right on top of my crotch as I take her pretty face between both my hands. I bring her closer until the tip of her small nose almost touches mine. Her eyes are wide with worry, a stream of fresh tears running down both cheeks as she looks at me.

“You’re my puppet now,” I tell her in a hoarse whisper. “You’re mine, my possession, my toy, mychoice. Do you understand?”

Her lower lip is trembling nervously, but she doesn’t say a word when she nods in response.

“Don’t you ever fucking dare insult what is mine,” I continue, pinning her down with both my hands and a warning look. “Don’t call yourself a terrible person, ever. You wouldn’t be here if I thought that of you. You’re insulting my judgment when you put yourself down like that.”

“But—”

This time, I shut her up with a kiss. My lips are sealed on hers too quickly for her to even stand a chance at getting away from me. She’s too stunned at first, just letting it happen while I force my tongue inside her mouth. I’ve already spread her wet pussy with my fingers, I have been deep inside her core, toying with a spot that made her dance in the most delicious way possible.

And yet this kiss trumps all of that.

It’s more, more of everything. Her salty tears spice our heated dance as she awakens from her stiffness and responds to my intrusion with the same greed that’s fueling me.

Our tongues intertwine in a greedy embrace, taking from each other with such ferocity that I can feel the years of yearning inciting her just as much as it does me. She leans into me, grinding on my lap when she feels the hardness between my legs. I’m still holding her face in my hands, but when she makes a move to lift her arms to wrap them around me, I reach for her cuffed wrists and push them down. I may have placed her on top of me like this, but I won’t allow her to take over just because of it. The strings are there for a reason, and the sooner she understands that, the better.

I break our kiss and am met with her questioning eyes, still shimmering with tears.

“You’re not a terrible person,” I remind her. “You are my puppet, my sexy little toy, mine to please. Do you understand?”

She nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Master,” I correct her. “I’m your master now.”

Her eyes widen while the last tear finds its way down her left cheek, pooling around the little dimple that appears when she suggests a smile.

“Yes, Master.”

She breathes the words with such devotion that the effect is palpable all the way down to my cock. I didn’t think I could get any harder for her, but her calling me that just sent me over the edge.

I need her. I need to be buried inside of her.

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