Page 112 of The Owner's Temptation

The fire roars to life behind her, blue flame dancing behind glass as she settles back on the floor like a fucking goddess returning to her throne. Still kneeling. Still wrong.

I eye her legs and click my tongue. “This won’t do.”

I set the whiskey aside and slide to the edge of my chair.

She’s quiet—watching me.

Waiting.

One hand strokes along her jaw, tender. The other travels lower. Her breath hitches, eyes shining with anticipation.

But she’s still missing the point.

“The art of seduction,” I murmur, as if reading from a script only she and I understand.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Sienna.”

She gasps as my hand strokes lower between her legs.

“You’ve let me seduce you, Angel.”

I reach her panties, touch featherlight over the fabric. Her eyes flutter shut when my fingers slide down the length of her pussy.

“Look at you,” I whisper. “Soaked for me.”

Her lips part. Her eyes open again, heavy with lust, pleading without words. She wants me to slip under the lace. To really feel her.

But I can’t.

Because if I touch her bare?

I won’t stop.

I lean in closer, my lips barely an inch from hers. Her eyes close, expecting a kiss.

“Eyes on me, Angel.”

She opens them instantly.

My fingers slide up again, teasing the same maddening pattern. Down. Up. A promise. A denial.

She’s practically trembling. I can feel it in her thighs.

“You’d let me fuck you right now,” I murmur.

It’s not a question. It’s a fact.

“Your contracts will try to take everything from you. Every inch. Every sound. Every drop of cum you have to give.”

I press more firmly against her clit through the thin fabric, grinding slow circles with my fingers.

“They’ll milk you for it, Angel.”

She moans softly, legs spreading wider, the sound of desperation caught in her throat.

“But you…” My voice dips lower. “You must always be the one who seduces. The one who lets them think they’re in control.”

I lean in, mouth grazing hers without ever touching. “You must always remain in control.”

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