Page 25 of The Secretary Volume II

I don’t know what he means.I don’t know what I’ve done.

I only know that I don’t stop him.

His fingers trail lower, slipping inside the collar of my dress.

“You know why I don’t reset this, don’t you?”

I swallow, shaking my head.

“Because you belong to me,” he says, his words lingering against my skin.“And I don’t like losing what’s mine.”

Heat explodes through me, raw and uncontrolled, spreading like wildfire.

My body reacts before my mind can catch up.

He notices.Of course, he does.

His hand tightens in my hair, tipping my head back.

“Say it.”

I close my eyes, but there’s no escape.His presence is everywhere, wrapping around me like silk and steel.

“Don’t make me ask twice.”

His fingers dig into my scalp, pulling me closer, forcing the words from my throat before I can stop them.“I belong to you.”

“Good girl.”

Then he kisses me.

It’s not sweet.Not hesitant.

It’s a claiming.A slow, decadent destruction.

His mouth moves against mine with absolute certainty, like he’s rewriting the story of us with every stroke of his tongue, every bite, every deliberate press of his lips.

I whimper against him, my fingers digging into his thighs.

He’s still fully dressed, still seated, still in control.

And me?

I’m already melting for him.

His hands slide down, over my shoulders, over the silk of my dress, until his fingers hook under the fabric and pull.

The straps slip from my shoulders.The dress pools at my waist.

His breath is steady, measured, while mine is already coming too fast.

His hands trace the bare skin he’s uncovered.“Look at you.”

Heislooking at me, and I’m not sure whether I love it or I hate it.

“So eager.You don’t even remember how many times you’ve done this, do you?”

A sharp knot tightens in my gut.I shake my head.