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“Crawl to me,” I order, my voice dropping to a dangerous growl. I need her to obey. I need her to surrender. I need to fucking know she won’t ever betray me, not again. Because this is real submission. Someone like her would never do this for anyone else. Not for information, not for help. She’d only do this if she truly wanted to be owned.
Nature has its laws, and even an alpha woman is naturally submissive to a man who she trusts to lead.
I’m watching every one of her movements, the way she lingers, considering her decision, the doubt in her eyes as she asks me, “What?” like she can’t believe her ears.
I don’t care if this shocks her. I’m not backing down. “You heard me. On your hands and knees. Crawl.” Something evil awakens inside, and for a second, I would love to see her broken for what she did. But then, there’s the other side of me that would like to see her at peace, maybe even happy at some point. I’m the only one who can make that happen.
“Two of the bottles were worth over 1.2 million combined. I think that deserves something special, don’t you?” I try to makethis sound more like business than what it really is—acceptance that I own her. Not by a contract or by whatever I have on her. I own her because she wants me to.
“Go to hell,” she snaps.
I knew she would retaliate because she had to say something, fight me somehow. She’s not the kind to comply on the first order. She’s the kind that needs to be tamed.
“I’m already there, little curse.” I don’t raise my voice. I don’t even need to. “You can crawl to me now, or I'll come get you. Your choice, but I promise you won’t like my methods if I have to leave this chair.”
For a second, I see her weighing that option. Of what could happen should I go and snatch her from there, rather than her willingly surrendering to me. But this is what I want. I want her towillingly surrender.The primal hunger in my eyes lets her know I will keep my word, and if I have to go to her, nothing good would come of it.
She throws me a glare before swallowing her pride and lowering herself on her hands and knees. But I know better. I know her body hums for me, how her cunt gets a little warmer, wetter; with every gesture that brings her closer to me.
She starts moving like a fucking panther. She doesn’t come submissively. She comes like she’s stalking me, and I swear it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. Taming a predator gives you more satisfaction than taming a wounded antelope.
She never loses eye contact, eager to show me that I’m not defeating her like this. Still, I know inside she’s truly broken, not because I’ve degraded her right now, but because she wants me to put her back together.
By the time she reaches me, her breathing has quickened, and there’s no denying the arousal that courses through her, coating her thighs. Something she doesn’t want, but it’s undeniably potent.
She reaches my feet, the same predatory gaze in her eyes as she travels the distance without any real opposition, as I expected. But the defiance is there. She hates me for making her look weak. She hates me for making her realize she is weak for me, and there’s nothing she can do about it.
Still, she did well, way better than I was expecting, and that earns her a reward.
My hand goes into her hair, fingers twisting the strands into a makeshift leash as Iyank her upward. Her eyes are wide from the pain. That only makes things sweeter, and I do have my own medicine to make it go away.
I crash my mouth on hers, nothing like a kiss, but an invasion. A claiming. My lips bruise, hurt with a punishing pressure as I force my tongue past her teeth, claiming supremacy of every inch of her, of everything that she means.
She fights me at first, even tries to bite me, but that only makes me bite her lip in return, without drawing blood just yet. It’s only a warning. A warning that makes a sound escape her. It’s not a moan, and it’s not a whimper. It’s something caught in the thin line between resistance and surrender. Like something she needed to do but doesn’t truly believe in anymore.
I pull back, just enough to look in her eyes, and I find every single piece of her there. The daring warrior who would stop at nothing to get justice. The seductive enchantress who uses her body to get what she wants. Yet, also the scared girl she wants so badly to bury; without realizing that she has to accept her first.
And somehow, that makes her complete. That makes her… “mine,” I groan, the word vibrating against her lips. “You came to take my life, little curse.Instead, I’m going to take everything else.”
Before she can say anything, I lift her off the ground as if she weighs nothing, and with a single sweeping motion, I throw her onto my desk.
Papers scatter around us, pens fall to the floor, and her ass lands on my fucking iPad. Not that I can bring myself to care at this point.
She tries to scramble backward, to gain control, to put some distance between us, but her injured leg doesn’t help her, and neither does my hand that is still locked in her hair.
She thinks she can escape me. How amusing.
I grab her ankle and yank her back toward me. Her bare cunt sliding against the polished wood, then back on my iPad.
I don’t give her time to try to run again before I push her thighs apart harder than I originally planned. Sometimes when things get too heated, I find it more difficult to control my powers. But I didn’t hurt her. Plus, I’m gonna fix everything that’s wrong with her in just a few seconds.
I see her opening her mouth to protest, maybe say something that will sting me in a useless attempt to restore the balance of power between us, but her words die in her throat as she sees me drop to my knees in front of her, “What are you—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I order, and for her sake, she better listen.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and tear the fabric completely, as if it’s paper. The sound of it more pleasant than even the music that’s still playing around us.
