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Her filthy words. Her accusations. Her cursing me.

Nothing would turn me on more.

Nothing would speak to my hardened soul more.

“When I’m done removing the duct tape, you won’t scream. Blink once if you understand.”

She does. In one pull, I rip it off her.

“Punish me? Seriously?” she whispers, obeying me despite her visibly furious expression. Her muscles strain. “You’re such a bastard. A fucking asshole. Are you fucking serious? You talk about treating me as an equal, teaching me to fight. Then this?”

“What about this?” I reach behind her, undoing the knots around her wrists with one hand.

“You lied.” With her hands freed, she slaps me. I flip her on her stomach, working on her ankles while holding her down. I bathe in her anger. Her fight is just as hot as her submissiveness.“You don’t trust me to do what you say. To not risk our lives. A liar, that’s what you are.”

“Very well.” My aloof response drives her even more crazy. She kicks me, and I grip her foot, biting her ankle, making her hiss in pain. “Now that you’ve got it out of your system, here’s what we’re going to do.”

“You’re going to apologize.”

“No.” I have a hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her down while I climb up the bed and sit up against the pillows. From there, I move her to lie between my thighs.

“Let me go.” She claws at my legs, pushes against them to get up.

I keep her right where she is. “I’m a reasonable owner.”

Her relentless wriggling stops at that. At my cold tone. At being treated like a property rather than a person.

Myproperty.

My lamp doesn’t offer much light. Still, I see her cheeks darkening. I bet she’s so fucking wet for this. “You were cruel.”

“I did what was necessary to protect you.” I brush the soft skin of her temple with my thumb. She leans into my touch, just a little. She won’t be mad for long. Not like it matters. I’d burn the world for her, even if she threw a million tantrums. “I can’t have the future partner in my law firm dead, can I?”

I own her, true.

And she owns a part of me. One I haven’t known existed.

The trust and faith I have in her are unparalleled.

I hate this softness. I welcome it.

“What?” Her death grip on me loosens, confirming how much she wants it too. “Is this another trick?”

“No.” My hand is in her hair, dragging her higher up my body.

“But—But wait…” Her pout is adorable. “Wait. Law school. The bar exam. The other things. You can’t just?—”

“I can, and I will.” My hold on her hair isn’t punishing anymore. “Come here.”

That silences her. Without arguing, she does. I tug on her roots once her face is over my cock.

“Good girl.” I take myself out, my fingers curling around the base. “Mouth open. Nice and wide. Want those lips wrapped around my cock.”

Ophelia stares at my throbbing, damp tip, licking her lips.

“You don’t have to worry about a damn thing.”

She lets me lower her face to shove her down until I hit the back of her throat.

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