Page 37 of Degrading Her

“You know yours?”

I nodded. I was thirty-one; I had practice with theranchers on the farm and more with my peers at business school.

She shoved my shoulder playfully. “All right. Stop bragging. I swear I’ve never been that curious to figure it out. I have too much going on.”

I considered telling her to stop talking, but I didn’t say a word. Did I care that she sometimes consumed alcohol? Not in the slightest. Did it make her a lesser employee and candidate for manager? No. I knew exactly what she was capable of.

“Well,” Fiona said, lifting her shoulders. “I better get going.”

“I’ll call you a cab,” I said.

For once, there was no immediate objection.

“Thanks,” she said. “I guess I’ll ask Maisie to help me pick up my car tomorrow.”

Or I could order one of my men to take it back for hernow,but I didn’t offer. In this state, she wanted some responsibility to prove that she could handle herself.

The little games we played with our own minds. Fiona was constantly battling herself.

And I wanted to conquer that.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow. Or whenever you come to the library next.” She flipped around and added under her breath: “Mr. Feldman.”

Mr. Feldman.As if she didn’t know my first name. Like we had no family relations. Like we had nothing to do with each other. Like I hadn’t just saved her from her own personal humiliation.

She was using my name as a barrier.

But I was going to destroy every barrier and make her as vulnerable as she had made me.

With one sharp movement, I pushed her against thewall, pressing every bone in her spine against the gray marble, watching her throat twitch as her breathing hitched. Her eyes focused on my lips. The minty toothpaste was cool on her breath.

I should have been repulsed. She was so damned emotional. So desperate. But my cock twitched awake, her body against mine.

“My name,” I said slowly, keeping my eyes on hers, her lips quivering, “is Sawyer.”

“It doesn’t turn you on when I call you ‘Mr. Feldman’?” she whispered. She pressed her leg against my hard dick, teasing me with her touch. My cock pulsed. It didn’t turn me on. In fact, it enraged me. But imagining every way I wanted to torment her to make her understand that, turned me on.

One day, I would make her beg, with tears on her face and her pussy drenched. And she would have no choice but to do exactly as I said.

I put a hand around her slim throat. “We’re playing a game, Fiona,” I growled. “Don’t mistake my kindness for affection. I’m simply looking after one of my assets.” A tremor shot through her body at those words. “Yes, Fiona. I know exactly how valuable you are. And I’m going to use you. Again and again, until there’s nothing left.”

“Then use me,” she whispered.

She licked her bottom lip, grinning as she watched my eyes flicker to her tongue. Her tongue ran over her teeth, and I resisted the urge to growl.

“I’m going to bite it off,” I murmured.

“Then bite me.” She pressed herself into my chest. With one hand firmly on her throat, I grazed her ass with my fingertips, pulling up the ruched fabric. Her smooth curves. Her supple flesh. I gripped her ass, pulling her into me.

“Say ‘please,’” I said.

Her lips pouted. “Please.”

“Good girl,” I said into her ear, and she shivered down to her toes. So desperate to please. To prove that she was everything she wanted to be. And soon, anythingIwanted her to be.

“I bet you would let me do anything to you right now,” I murmured.

Her chin bobbed, her eyes glazed. “I don’t know why I want you.”

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