“Then look a little closer,” I growl, striding forward so I’m right in her face.

Olivia doesn’t flinch. We’re so close that I can feel heat rolling off of her. It doesn’t really help me to know that she’s right there for the taking underneath that silk robe, her body just begging to be worshiped.

“If you think I want a child just to preserve my last name… If you think I’ll banish them to boarding school, to training, to anywhere out of my sight… If you think I will break this little person just to reshape them in my image… Then you haven’t been paying attention.”

Olivia is quiet for a moment. Then she tilts her head to the side like a confused puppy. “Did I just hurt your feelings?” she asks, sounding shocked.

“You pissed me off.”

A bubble of laughter escapes her lips. “Same thing.”

I cock my head to the side. “You’re asking for trouble now.”

“Are you going to punish me?” she asks, her lips tipping into a tantalizing smile.

My cock throbs. I sidle closer to her. “Is that what you think a don would do?”

She nods tentatively. “Maybe.”

“Then I would hate to disappoint.”

I raise one hand and wrap it around her throat. Soft at first, then harder and harder. She jolts in surprise, but doesn't try to run. There is no fear in her eyes. Even as I increase the pressure and her breathing starts to struggle.

I scoop her up in my other arm and set her on her ass on the bathroom counter. When she’s seated, I rip open the knot of her robe. It parts, revealing the creamy smoothness of her thighs and the lacy V of her underwear.

I take my cock out of my pants, pull aside, and step up. Olivia stares back at me with pure lust in her eyes. I strip her panties off, then lean in and twist the front-closing clasp on her bra. It snaps apart, revealing her heaving breasts.

She’s gasping softly, her hand on the wrist holding her throat, but it’s just resting there, not pulling me away.

She likes feeling this—the danger. The threat.

The possibility that I could break her.

The knowledge that I’d murder anyone else who tries to do the same.

And so the thrill that ripples through her face as I rub the tip of my dick against her clit is enough to make me come right then and there. The only urge greater is the need to bury myself deep inside her.

Her heels lock behind my back, drawing me closer. She shudders as my cock finds the warmth of her slit.

I tease her a little. Half an inch in, an inch in, then back out. She groans desperately, arching her hips towards me, begging for more, but I press her by the throat back into the mirror.

Her eyelids are fluttering, eyes rolling in their sockets, a hot flush already creeping up her collarbone.

“F… fuck me…” she splutters.

Instead, I pull out completely.

Olivia’s eyes fly open. She moans in frustration until I drag her ass towards me, throw her legs over my shoulders, and start kissing my way down her thighs towards her pussy.

“I want to taste you first.”

“Ale—”

But her voice strangles to silence when I tongue her clit. She clamps onto the back of my head and holds on for dear life as I eat her out furiously.

I would usually take my time, but all the heat that’s been building between us in the last few weeks has finally reached a head.

I need this.