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But more than any of that, I wanted to fuck her. Maybe that would get her out of my system so that I could focus on the important things again. Like the gallery. Like the business with my brothers and the Orlovs encroaching on our territory.

Amy was still looking at me, like she was waiting for me to say something.

And I wanted to, but what was I supposed to say to her?

I was torn. On the one hand, I could feel how badly she needed someone to take care of her, to show her what it meant to be taken care of. She had a stubbornness that ran so deep I wasn’t sure she could even admit it to herself. Yet her desire, her need, was written all over her face.

But on the other hand, her defiance, her resistance, her reluctance to admit the truth was also obvious. And the challenge of breaking through that was equally enticing.

She was far too tempting for her own good.

A part of me wanted to break her, to show her how much she needed to be used.

I took a step closer and cupped her cheek. She flinched at my touch, but her eyes fluttered closed, her expression softening.

“Daddy’s turn,” I repeated and watched her squirm, a flash of fear and lust crossing her face. “Now be a good girl and stand up.”

She did as she was told, standing up and looking at me expectantly.

I smiled, pleased by her obedience.

“Turn around,” I ordered, and she did, her back now facing me.

I placed my hand on the small of her back and leaned forward, whispering into her ear, “Good girl.”

Amy shuddered at my praise, her body responding to the words instinctively, even if her mind wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

“You want to please Daddy, don’t you?”

She didn’t answer, but her breath caught in her throat, the sound sending a surge of arousal through me. She’d be calling me Daddy soon enough, but I knew I needed to earn it.

I needed her surrender first.

And I knew exactly how to get it.

CHAPTER 11

Amy

I did want to please him.

Ididand I hated that.

There was a part of me, a part that was growing larger by the minute, that wanted him to be pleased, that wanted to give him everything that he desired.

But I had a hard time admitting that.

I gritted my teeth and met his eyes, trying to read what he wanted, and what he would do, but the darkness within them gave nothing away, so all I had to go off of were his words.

“Be a good girl and swallow every last drop of my cum down that pretty little throat and I just might let you come for me after your spanking.”

The last three words rang out in my head and my whole world spun as my backside tingled with sensation, almost as if I was anticipating that very thing.

Fuck.

He was really going tospankme, wasn’t he?

He was going to put me over his knee and redden my ass and make me come all over his fingers and then probably fuck me right here and?—

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