Page 123 of Risks of Temptation

"It's time," a man barks, pulling me out of my trance.

I don't want this to happen.

I step back. I have no option. It's on the list. It's how I have to break her.

I turn. I want to punch the U.K. Prime Minister's smug expression off his face. He holds a leather flogger, and my stomach twists more.

No one can touch her. But items give them access to her, and his name got pulled for "the privilege."

"You will submit and call me Master," I repeat to Emilia.

She glances between the Prime Minister and me. So much fear is in her eyes.

I promised her no one would touch her. I didn't explain it meant body parts only. Her expression tells me Bernadette didn't, either.

I had two choices. Allow him to do what I will, or let him unleash his wrath on her with the flogger. Trying to keep my word to her, I chose to give him the flogger.

I step forward and drag my finger down her cheek and over her trembling lips. My other hand teases her pussy. "When you submit fully, I will allow you to feel the pleasure you need."

Betrayal is all I see on her face. And I think I'm past the point of her forgiveness. I've not broken her yet, but I don't understand how she will ever forgive me for any of this.

I shouldn't kiss her, but I do. I press my lips to hers and part them with my tongue, greedily taking more from her, but she barely kisses me back.

Her defiance is only going to make things worse.

I murmur in her ear, "You will kiss me back, or this will hurt worse. I won't be able to protect you, ma belle." I kiss her jaw and then her lips again. This time, she opens her mouth, flicking her tongue around mine, reminding me of all we were before this night. I slide my arms around her, both our skin hot and buzzing against the other.

She moans in my mouth, and I momentarily forget where we are and what will happen.

The music changes. The singer is screaming and the beat is fast. I end the kiss, but instead of stepping back, I travel back to her ear. I murmur in French, "I love you, ma belle, but you must submit."

I step back, and more tears fall on her perfect cheeks.

But she won't.

The Prime Minister and I rotate between him flogging her and me rubbing or kissing the pink mark on her skin. Every whip she receives brings more tears and cries from her.

"I am your Master. Submit, and I will give you pleasure," I order her.

She sticks out her chin.

The Prime Minister flogs her breast.

"Ahhh!" she cries out.

I step forward and suck hard on her nipple and roll my finger on her clit.

"Oh God!" she screams.

"Tell me I am your Master," I reiterate.

She closes her eyes and defiantly says, "No."

I step back again. This time, I'm not prepared for what he does. I should be. She's way past the point of submitting.

He whacks the flogger into her sex with an underhanded smack.

Her face contorts in pain. I scream in her face, "Say it!"