Page 91 of Degrading Her

Her copper eyes sparkled with light, and I knew that this was where I was meant to be. Gazing into her eyes, knowing I could feel something other than the desire for power.

The desire to protect and cherish her.

“You know I love you, right?” she said, like I had said to her by the lake. “I mean, I just killed for you, so I can’t really deny it anymore.”

I grinned, scooping her into my arms, kissing her harder than I ever had.

“I love you so damned much,” I said. Then I carried her across the farm, to my car, leading her back to my penthouse.

A few days later, when our swelling had gone down and Fiona was up to it, I took her to the library. It was still closed. After what had happened, reopening it was the last thing on my mind. And I wanted Fiona to have that honor.

“You’re putting me to work?” she asked. “Already?”

“Who the hell is going to run this place?” I asked. “You killed our potential manager.” She forced a smile, but clearly did not approve of my joke. “Check your desk.”

She picked up the dice, rolling them around in her palm. “Another game?”

“If it’s even, you win. And if it’s odd, I lose.”

She wrinkled her brows. “That means I win either way.”

“Check your drawer.”

Her hand clenched around a manila file. As she scanned it, her cheeks reddened.

“What is this?”

I came closer, then spun her around until she was nestled in my arms. Then I placed the document on thedesk in front of her, arranging her body until each hand was on either side of the file.

“Here’s another game. One you’re familiar with.” I breathed onto her neck. “Read it aloud. Sign it. And when you’re done, I’m going to make you come so hard you’re always reminded who owns your pussy every time you see this desk.”

She sucked in a breath, then began to read: “This purchase agreement, for the real property described below between Sawyer Feldman and Fiona Ross as described in Section—” She turned to me, her eyes wide. “The library?”

I put my mouth on her neck, licking her sensitive skin, goosebumps emerging all over her. My hands wandered, squeezing her breasts through her button-up shirt. I pointed to the purchase price of one dollar.

“Can you handle that?” I asked, skimming my hands down to her pussy lips. She still wasn’t wearing any bra or panties. My dick throbbed for her.

She did it for me.

“Sawyer,” she whispered.

“I’m not going to do anything until you sign it,” I said. “Then I’m going to fuck my librarian.”

She quickly put her pen down to the signature and scribbled her name. I pressed my lips to hers, and she quaked underneath me. She was determined. Ambitious. An intelligent mind with one hell of a heart. And I didn’t deserve her, but somehow, she was giving me a chance. And there was nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do to make sure she was mine forever.

My brilliant librarian. My angelic plaything. My good girl.

I smacked her ass over the pants. She yelped, a giggle escaping her throat, and I growled. I loved that sound. Ipulled down her pants, then smacked her ass until her cheeks were a beautiful bright red, sprinkled with purple dots, and I rubbed her warm skin.

“Please, Sawyer,” she whispered. “Please fuck me.”

I ripped off our clothes and thrust into her cunt. Luckily, the shutters were still closed. I wouldn’t mind giving a show, but as the new librarian, Fiona needed to keep her reputation intact. And I was happy to grant that. I would do anything for her.

“You’re such a good girl,” I said into her ear. “Always ready for me. My little slutty librarian is all mine. Always ready for my cock.”

“Yes, Sawyer,” she said, pressing into me. “I love you.”

My heart swelled. They were just words. But with Fiona? It was real. A dedication to each other that would never stop. When I hated her, despised her, loathed her, I still looked out for her. And now,nowthat I could accept my feelings, I would do absolutely everything to keep her safe and happy. Even if it came to giving up my family’s business to keep her safe. Even if it meant losing everything.

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