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She was clean. Unmarked. No open sores or indications to suggest her claims weren’t true. Which meant she would do.

At least for tonight.After that, her spending habits and piss-poor game play were someone else’s problem.

CHAPTER TWO

“Your name.” It was a command. Not a question. Or a request.

When the girl didn’t immediately respond, choosing to stare at her matching pink pedicure instead of doing what she was told, my arm shot forward and my index finger snapped her chin towards the ceiling. Until my narrowed glare met the fluttering of those long, thick lashes she’d spent far too much time dolling up and fanning out just to have them covered in my cum a short few hours later.

I grinned at the thought, quickly shoving my amusement aside before it accidentally slipped free. We had a lot of work to do, only a few hours to do it, and one of us was acting a little bratty at the moment.

It would be a shame if she had to learn the hard way. It meant sacrificing her own enjoyment for mine. Because ticking clock or not, I didn’t repeat myself. I wouldn’t. The weight of my presence was more than enough to bend someone to my will.Especially this particular someone. Seeing as my little molly fish looked more like adeer in headlightsnow that she was standing in front of me.

“Rose,” she stammered out while licking at her dry lips. A sign of her growing distress.

“Your full name.” It didn’t matter. I wouldn’t remember it. But it wasn’t about that. It was about dominating the exchange. About absolute compliance. About having her submit to me without physically forcing her to do it.

“R-Rosalind.”

Okay, well, that wasn’t what I asked.I’d asked for her full name. She was still scared though. Likely not thinking straight with all the blood rushing between her legs and making her lightheaded on her feet. So I’d let that one slide.

I didn’t move as I continued to watch her. Didn’t show approval or voice dissatisfaction. My expression remained neutral. Unforgiving. This was a dance, and the girl was meant to follow my lead.Not the other way around.

“Age,” I tossed out another command as I turned my back to her and began loosening my tie. Fucking thing was strangling me, and not in the way either of us would enjoy.

“Old enough.” Her voice was louder this time. It also sounded a little annoyed.Thatwouldn’t do.

But once again, I refused to repeat myself. Instead, I spun in her direction and slowly craned my neck, allowing my gaze to travel from the ceiling above her head and drop to her face before searing into a pair of rapidly-widening pupils.

“Twenty-three,” she whispered.

I maintained eye contact until all the color was drained from her cheeks and I was staring into two panicked black holes. Each reflecting my silhouette while that honey hue was reduced to a matching set of those flimsy stacking rings the cocktail waitresses liked to wear. Flashy enough to catch the light but missing all the sparkle. I didn’t want flashy. I wanted the flames of lust. So overbearing it consumed her.

“Nineteen,” the girl quickly corrected herself.

I paused before accepting that answer as truth (or something close to it) and began removing my cuff links. Placing them neatly on the dresser before returning my attention to my tie. By the time I spun back to the girl, my hands were tucked into my pockets and my shirt was hanging open.

I knew I looked good. I also knew my friend here appreciated the view. It was an egotistical thought to have about yourself. But I was the type who relied on facts. Not opinions. Andthe factwas I’d spent more hours than I cared to count focused on perfecting a body that might as well have been a fine wine. Because it only got better andmore definedwith age.

The girl didn’t breathe. She didn’t dare. She didn’t move either, likely too afraid to do much of anything. But it wasn’t her fear I sought; it was her obedience. The breaking of her will when she finally understood it was best for both of us.

“The bed.” Two words. So many possibilities. But at the moment, I only wanted to position her there.

Seeming to grasp my meaning, the girl stepped away until the underside of her knees clipped the mattress’s edge. Then she shuffled back, her eyes locked on mine as she centered herself in the middle of the king-sized comforter. An unwrapped present. Pristine packaging waiting to be enjoyed.

I watched her for another moment, wondering whether she would resign herself to her fate or try to weasel her way out of it.

Fortunately for her, I didn’t have to wonder for long. Because no more than a few seconds ticked by before acceptance stared back at me.

Good girl.The praise danced around in my head but I wouldn’t give it to her just yet. She hadn’t earned it. Baby steps and all that.

CHAPTER THREE

Iallowed the silence to stretch on between us. I didn’t question her again, and she seemed to pick up on the fact she shouldn’t ask anything herself.

It made her uncomfortable, though. It quickened her pulse. Sent surges of anxiety-induced adrenaline coursing through those veins of hers. I could see them throbbing in her throat. Could already imagine my fingertips gripping just under her chin, holding that quivering band of muscle in place while restricting her air supply. She wouldn’t know what to make of it. Whether she liked it or feared me. Teetering on the edge of both before succumbing to the pleasure I would give her.

I cracked my neck, anchoring myself to the present instead of all the delicious possibilities the future held. And watched her watching me. The left side of my mouth creased into an almost-smirk. Just barely there. “I won’t lie to you, baby girl. This is gonna hurt. But then it won’t and you’ll hardly remember a time when it did.”

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