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Even if I know she’ll eventually leave me.Maybe sooner rather than later now.“You must think I'm a monster, Clara.”
“A monster?Why would I think you’re a monster, Sebastian?”
She’s still in my lap.Still close to me.She never moved away, even as I told her everything.“I’m a murderer.And I’ve lived off the misery of others.”
Clara shakes her head.“From how I’m hearing it?You killed out of love for your family, Sebastian.That doesn’t make you a monster.That makes you human.That someone used that against you doesn’t change anything.”
“You’re far too forgiving.”
“I can see why you empathize with me on the bad dad thing now,” she smiles.“Although I doubt my dad would even be capable of getting involved in anything as bad as what yours was.I think you won that competition handily.”
“I’ll hold that trophy with shame,” I reply, a smile coming to my face.She brightens the room so easily.
I do something even I don’t expect.Instincts alone drive me.
I kiss her.
It’s sudden.It’s powerful.But when our lips meet, ever briefly, the world feels a whole lot better.
It doesn’t last long, and she’s red as hell when we part.“Well then...”
An awkward silence lingers between us.Neither of us make a move to break up the lingering tension.She says nothing about the kiss.And neither do I.
Soon the awkwardness of not talking overwhelms the awkwardness of talking, so we continue our conversation.
“You really shouldn’t be so perfect, Clara.You’re far too beautiful and sweet to be my captive.”
“Captive?”she says with a twisted smile.“I thought I was supposed to be your willing vessel.”
“Marketing term.I don’t think I can ask a human being to be my property on the internet without the police knocking on my door.”And I have damn good reason to stay as far away from the police as I can.
“Your property, huh?Something to be bought and sold like any other asset you own?”
“Oh, you're an asset alright,” he says, putting emphasis in the obvious place.“But I’d never sell you.I want to keep you all for myself.”
I’m surprised that she isn’t retreating when I mention my true desires for her.Most modern women would run away screaming at the thought of being a man’s property.And really?I don’t blame them.
I decide to push her further.“How do you feel about handcuffs, Clara?”
“Handcuffs?”she echoes.
“I want you to know what it feels like to truly be mine.”
“Why don’t you run your fingers down between my legs and let that tell you how I feel about them?”She flashes me such a sinful look.
I run my digits down her thigh, enjoying the tenderness of her flesh and how it reacts to me.I continue down to her sex, feeling her heat, her wetness, and how much she desperately wants and needs me.I growl as I look at her.“Good.Excellent.Go to my room.Now.”
I pick her up and set her down on her feet as I look at her with fire in my eyes.
“Yes, sir.”
Sir, huh?I like the sound of that.
But I’m starting to like everything that comes from her.
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CLARA
