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I want all of her. I’ll have it.

“He knows he can’t undermine me. That he can’t have you.” Repeating the motion makes her lose her mind. She pushes her hips to me, desperate for friction while she’s growling and dripping for me. “He knows you’re mine. That I’ll never let you go. That I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you.”

My office is charged with our love and need for one another. They’re so strong that it’s getting into my head. Even more so once I see that first drop of spit trickling from Ophelia’s mouth.

This desk is wrong. This isn’t where I need her to be. She’s weightless in my arms as I manhandle her over me, so her stomach rests on my lap after I sit in my chair. Against my throbbing dick.

“He said those things to hurt you. To come between us.” I run my fingers through her hair, moving it out of her face. “He needed you to truly hate me.” Contrary to her usual bullshit ofI hate youshe loves spewing at me.

I raise my hand. Crack the ruler on her ass. Her eyes fly open, but she moans.

“Thing is, you don’t belong to him. You’remyproperty.” The second time I smack the ruler on her ass has her clenching herthighs. “Bought.” Third. “Paid for.” Fourth. “Mine. For the rest of your life, whether you like it or not.”

Precum dampens my boxers the more I spank her ass and the undersides of her thighs. I spread her legs, lift her hips and crack my hand over her tight hole, her pussy.

My other hand is back to being flattened on her back as I push her down again.

I hate that it’s there. I want it around her throat while I pummel into her. I need to be inside her cunt. Need her clenching around me when she comes.

“You own my goddamn heart, Ophelia,” I roar, hurling the ruler at the glass windows. Briefly, I notice snow has begun falling outside. Then her hair is in my fist, and I’m eye to eye with her darkness. Her desire. “You could tell me that you don’t want any kids. You might not be able to have them. None of that would make a difference. I’m worse than any disease out there. More destructive than a nuclear bomb. There’s no getting rid of me. I. Own. You. Blink if you understand.”

She does, moaning through her gag.

God, I love her. Her obedience. How turned-on she is. How she lets me fight her demons.

I place her back on the desk, lean over her, rip her thong. I’m throbbing when I take my cock out and shove myself inside her.

Sounds of deep, twisted desire fill the office. Her moans. My grunts. Our bodies slapping together. Her wet pussy being fucked.

“Such a good girl. Look at you.” With one hand around her neck and the other on her hip, I thrust into her. Hard. Fast. Making sure her clit gets the friction she needs—the pain she desires from being bent over and fucked as if she really were my property. “Being so good. Making a mess of my cock. Your cunt sucks me in and I’m soaked. Down to my balls.”

She’s almost there. Clenching around me. Staring at me and mumbling around the belt, “Please, please, please.”

This distance between us is killing me. While still fucking her, I undo the gag on her mouth, curl a hand around the front of her neck, and pull her up to me.

“Good fucking girl.” I lick the spit off her jaw, groaning at her sweet taste. “You’re my cum slut, aren’t you, Sonnet?”

A million yeses fly out of her swollen lips as she comes. Her pussy squeezes me, milking me. I won’t last long.

“My”—thrust—“office”—another, deeper—“whore. You’re going to be walking around here all day with my cum dripping down your thighs. With my babies in your womb.”

Her eyes roll, and I kiss her for all I’m worth. Bite and suck on her lips as I groan my release, thrusting my cum so deep that she’ll never get rid of me.

“Just you and me,” she whispers into my mouth.

I tell her what I haven’t told anyone before. A vow I’ll never break.

“Just you and me. Forever.”

39

OPHELIA

“Alessandro, I believe you met my newest employee.” James is at my right, looking down at me from a respectable distance. “Ophelia Louise Monroe.”

My full name. How Topher referred to me on that auction stage a million years ago.

The head of the Cosa Nostra’s brown eyes are huge as the realization sets in. It takes him a couple of minutes to pick his jaw up off the floor.