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“Say it.”
“I like it,” she chokes. “I—like how you do it. I can’t—do it like this alone—”
I move back between her thighs and my fingers and tongue go harder this time. She tries to twist, can’t. Her wrists are bound, and she’s exactly where I want her.
I don’t give her the chance to beg again. I make her come. Hard.
Her entire body bows like it’s being dragged upward by the force of it. Her legs jerk. Her mouth’s open, no sound at first. Then a scream. Raw, from the gut.
Still, I don’t stop.
I ride her through the aftershocks with my tongue until she’s crying for real—shoulders shaking, tears streaking her face.
Now I slow down. I lean over her, untying her wrists one at a time. Her hands drop limply to her sides.
She blinks up at me like she’s not sure where she is. Her chest is rising fast, lips parted, chin wet from sweat and tears.
She doesn’t say anything.
She doesn’t need to.
I lie down beside her, fully clothed, and press the inside of my palm to her stomach very lightly.
She turns her head slightly toward me. I don’t look at her.
This wasn’t supposed to feel this close.
I was just going to break her in. Let her learn how to come the right way. My way. But watching her unravel like that—
I don’t feel power. I feel something worse.
Want.
“Don’t speak,” I tell her. She doesn’t. She curls into my side, barely touching. I let her stay there longer than I should.
CHAPTER THREE
POV: Harper
I spend the day pretending nothing happened.
I answer emails and file reports. I smile at people I don’t hear. My body isn’t mine. I flinch every time my phone buzzes. Every time his door opens. Every time I think I hear his voice, and even worse when I do.
By six, the office has cleared out. I'm still pretending.
Then I get his message on my phone, just one word.
“Come.”
I stand too fast. My knees wobble. I make myself walk down the hall like I’m not about to combust.
I open the door to find him sitting, his monster of a cock fully exposed and out already. He gives me a glance with a clenched jaw and those steely eyes that have followed
me into nightmares and fantasies since I saw them.
“Lock it behind you,” he commands.
I do, the click echoing as he speaks again. “Come here.”
