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“You look nervous,” I said finally, my voice low, deliberate.

Her lips parted slightly, her teeth releasing her bottom lip, and she swallowed hard before replying.

“That’s because I am.”

I wanted to go to her. I didn’t rush. I just walked toward her slowly, my steps unhurried, my eyes never leaving hers.

“You should be,” I said, my tone soft, but laced with steel.

She flinched slightly, her hands tightening against her knees, but she didn’t look away. Even when she was scared, she was defiant. It was one of the things about her that drove me fucking insane and one of the things that made my cock as hard as iron.

I stepped closer, close enough now that I could see the faint tremor in her hands and the way her chest rose and fell a little too quickly. She was trying to look strong, trying to look like she could handle me. But I could see it in her eyes, that mix of fear and something else—arousal, both heady and unwanted.

I leaned down slightly, bracing my hands on the back of the couch so I caged her in. My face was just inches from hers now, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, close enough to see the way her pupils dilated as she looked up at me.

“You’re nervous because you know that deep down, I wouldn’t lie to you,” I said softly, my eyes locking onto hers. “You know what I’m capable of. You know that when I say I’m going to punish you, I mean it.”

Her lips parted, a soft, shaky breath escaping as she stared at me, unable to look away.

“And the worst part?” I continued, leaning just a fraction closer so my lips were near her ear. “You don’t hate the idea nearly as much as you think you do.”

I felt her body stiffen beneath me, the tension rolling off her in waves. She wanted to argue—I could see it in the way her hands curled into fists, in the way her jaw tightened. But she didn’t.

Because deep down, she knew I was right.

“Go to the bedroom, Kiera,” I commanded gently.

Her head snapped up, her eyes wide. “What?”

“You heard me,” I said, locking eyes with her. “Go to the bedroom. Sit on the bed. And wait for me.”

The flush on her cheeks deepened, blooming like roses under her skin. She opened her mouth as though to argue, but the words seemed to stick in the back of her throat. I tilted my head, waiting.

I wouldn’t repeat myself again.

Finally, she stood. The nervous energy rolled off her in waves, but she didn’t fight me. Her voice was soft, barely audible as she whispered, “Yes, sir.”

The words hit me like a lightning strike.

Something dark and visceral uncoiled in my chest, low and hot. My jaw tightened, and my pulse kicked up with a sudden force I hadn’t expected.

Yes, sir.

Two small words, but from her? They tasted sweeter than they had any right to.

Kiera must have noticed my reaction because she froze for a second, as if realizing what she’d just said. But it was too late. I let the moment stretch, my lips curling into a slow, predatory smile.

“Good girl,” I murmured.

She gulped, her breathing quickening, and I didn’t miss the way her body tensed. Her gaze flicked to mine, searching, nervous, but she didn’t move. She just stood there, waiting for me to tell her what to do next.

I held her there a beat longer, enjoying the way her resolve started to waver. Finally, I gave her a small nod, my smile deepening.

“Go,” I said softly, the command laced with steel.

She turned quickly, her footsteps soft against the hardwood as she moved toward the bedroom. I stayed where I was, watching her go, my cock as hard as a fucking rock.

I was going to enjoy what came next. In the end, she would too.

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