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His hands hold the fabric still halfway up my body when his eyes quickly find mine, and they have grown dark. “Don’t fuck with me, little sin.”

My heart skips a beat at the demanding tone in his voice. “I⁠—”

Alex wraps the material of the dress around his fist and brings his other hand to wrap around my head, where his fingers thread through my hair and tug roughly.

“Let’s get one thing clear: you are mine.” He pulls a bit tighter, my head tilting back until I’m forced to look at him. “No one gets you the way that I do.”

“If I’m yours,” I suck in a short breath, and maybe it’s because of the lack of air flowing to my brain, or because I actually mean it, I tell him, “Then you are mine.”

“All of me is yours.” He stares down at me with such devotion that it steals my breath away. “Every fucking inch of my body, heart, and soul is yours, Celine.”

Tears form in my eyes from his words, and seeing the shine in them is enough for him to loosen his grip on my hair.

“Now, I want you to show me how you make yourself come while you think about what’s yours.”

Chapter 35

Celine

My heart quickens with each second he stares at me. “You’ve already seen me play with myself in your office.”

“And I’ll never get tired of it,” he admits, returning to pulling my dress up my body until the nightgown is over my head and tossed to the floor. “But this time, you’re going to make yourself come. Last time, I was too desperate for a taste to let you finish on your own.”

“You won’t be desperate this time?” I tease.

“Oh, I’m always desperate for a taste.” He closes the distance again, his fingertip lightly brushing along my nipple. “I’m always desperate for you.”

Alex dips his head, flattening his tongue to lick my hardened peak before taking it fully into his mouth. My body curves into him, and his arm wraps around my body to hold me in place.

A soft sigh leaves me as he is careful with the way he moves his tongue. I comb my fingers into his hair, curling them around the strands and giving a little tug. His mouth vibrates against me with a groan, and he pulls himself back.

“On the bed, little sin,” he aggressively demands.

The way Alex is looking at me tells me he is testing me. Waiting to see if I disobey him, and he is ready for it when I do. Deep in his eyes, I can tell he is waiting for me to defy him so that he can punish me. If that’s what he wants, then that’s what he will get.

“And if I don’t want to?” I fold my arms across my chest.

“You’ll regret it,” he warns in a clipped tone.

A smirk tugs at my lips, and my head tilts to the side. “What is a holy priest like you going to do if I don’t listen?”

The energy in the room shifts to something somber, ripping the air from my lungs. My eyes stay on his while my heart races at the changing shade of his eyes. In the moment and with the shift in the atmosphere, I realize the playfulness between us has ended.

“Hmm.” He hums to himself, stepping around me to the chest at the end of his bed.

I peek over my shoulder to see him bend over and bring the discipline whip out again. My eyes grow wide as he closes the top of the chest before sitting on the edge of his bed, patting his thigh. “Come here.”

My teeth clench together, and I slowly shake my head. I saw what that thing did to his back. Of course, I’m afraid that he is bringing it out as a punishment.

“Celine,” his voice turns calm, making my eyes snap to his. “I promise I won’t do anything to cause you pain you won’t enjoy.” Patting his lap, he asks me nicely this time. “Please, come here.”

I take small steps until I’m standing in front of him. “Alex⁠—”

“I promise. It’s only to bring you pleasure.”

My chest rises and falls with worry, but I find myself asking, “How do you want me?”

“Bent over my knee.”