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She wriggles in my arms, turning until she faces me, and rests her hand on my cheek. “I love you, Xavier.”

I smile, and she does too, pressing her nose to mine. “Love you too, Cupcake.”

Chapter

Twenty-Five

ALEXANDROS

Ophelia blinks at me, fluttering her eyelashes and feigning innocence when she knows exactly what she does to me. I brush the back of my knuckles over her cheek, and she presses her face into my touch like a puppy desperate for affection. I have been rough on her these past few weeks, and whilst that has been a necessity, it still weighs heavily on me. I wish we had more time.

“Ready for lessons, little one?”

Her shoulders droop, and she drops her head with a heavy sigh. I felt the excitement buzzing through her when I called herto my office. She has already partaken in all of her lessons today, and perhaps it is expecting too much of her to do this as well, but she is much stronger than she was when I first claimed her in here three weeks ago.

And it is time. I can wait no longer. Placing my finger beneath her chin, I tip her head up and force her to look at me. “You will enjoy this one more. I promise.”

She narrows her blue eyes like she cannot quite believe me, but her lips curve. “I will?”

I rub the pad of my thumb over her full bottom lip and pull it down, parting her mouth and imagining sinking my cock inside its warmth. “Yes.”

I guide her across the room and take a seat, positioning her on the edge of my desk directly in front of me so she is perched between my spread thighs. After sliding my hands up the supple skin of her legs, I reach beneath her skirt until my fingers curl around the waistband of her panties. When I tug them down, her pupils blow wide, and she sucks in a shuddering breath.

“I think I am going to enjoy this lesson,” she says with a sexy laugh that warms me from the inside.

Suppressing a dark laugh, I tug her underwear over her boots and stuff them into the pocket of my pants. “IknowI am.”

She presses her lips together and hums. The scent of her arousal is already thick in the air, making my mouth water to taste her. I roll my chair forward a few inches, spreading her thighs wider with my shoulders. “So wet for me already, Ophelia.”

Her cheeks flush the same shade of pink as her hair. I slip my hand beneath her skirt once more, glide it up the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and drag the tip of my thumb through her dripping center.

She shivers, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she tries to stifle a groan. I sink a finger into her tight heat, and herback bows, her head tips back, and her loud moan fills my office. She plants her palms on my desk and rocks her hips.

“Look at me, Ophelia,” I command. She lifts her head, and her gaze fixes on mine as I slowly inch out of her before easing back inside. She sucks in deep breaths, her chest heaving with the effort. “Today, you are going to learn to control your emotions when in a state of high arousal.”

The slope of her throat thickens as she swallows, and I continue working her gently, her eyes locked on mine.

“The ability to control your emotions when in a state of intense fear, anger, or pleasure is one of the most difficult lessons to learn, agápi mou, but before we leave this office today, you will have mastered it. Do you understand me?”

She gives a single nod of her head. “Sounds like a lot of fun.”

With my free hand, I trace my fingertips over her cheek. “Oh, it will be.” I add a second finger to her heat, and she mewls with pleasure. “For me, anyway.”

Her lip trembles as her orgasm builds quickly and urgently. The skin on her neck turns a deep shade of pink. The air crackles with energy. “Find your light, Ophelia.”

She sinks her teeth into her pillowy lower lip and nods. I grind the heel of my palm against her clit, and her legs begin to shake along with the desk.

I ease out of her slowly, leaving her teetering on the edge. “Focus!”

Pressing her lips together, she gives me another nod, and I sink my fingers inside her once more.

“You get so beautifully wet for me.” Her pussy squeezes around me. She moans my name, so close to the edge now it makes her whimper with desperation. “Do not come, Ophelia.”

“I c-can’t help it.” She pants out each word.

I slow my movements, gently massaging her sensitive flesh. “Yes you can. Focus.”

Her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. A single flame licks along the edge of the bookshelf.

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