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I have a new person to…befriend. There’s a new teacher starting at my school next week and Father wants me to be nice to her. I don’t know why. I stupidly made the mistake of asking, and got a split lip for my audacity.
He says she’s important – the most important job he’ll ever give me, and if I get this right he’ll know the family business will be in safe hands with me.
I don’t want to let him down, even though I’m confused about how being nice to my teacher can be so important to him and his business. I’m not sure how my niceness can prove that he can trust me with the business. especially not when, until now, my father has sneered at kindness like it’s a weakness. Like it’s a disease.
I don’t know why he suddenly wants me to be different.
But it’s not like I have a choice in the matter anyway.
I don’t even wait for the study door to close before I’m turning on Odi, fisting her jumper in my hand and dragging her to me. Her body slams into mine with the force of my desperation for her and my hands only release her clothes to tangle in her hair.
She’s consumed me. And now it’s time to return the favour.
My lips slant over hers in a brutal claiming. Of course she doesn’t submit, that would be too easy. But then again, if shedid, she wouldn’t be her and I wouldn’t love her so much. No, Odi still has to challenge me at every turn. From the dress, to making demands to see me before the ceremony. Even her kiss is antagonistic, her tongue duelling with mine for dominance. I may enjoy the game, but let’s not forget I always win.
I suck her lip between my teeth and bite down hard, relishing the explosion of copper on my tongue. I suck harder, encouraging her essence to flood my senses. Her accompanying moan is long, low, wild and desperate.
With one hand still ensnared in her hair, I tug her head back, tilting her up to me like a sunflower chases the sun. As it should be. Standing taller, I bring my free hand to her throat and wrap my fingers around her slender, pale neck like a vine. The flicker of her delicate pulse under my strong fingers makes my heart beat like a steady war drum.
Finally, I own her.
As I stand there, holding her so intimately, her heart pounding beneath my fingertips, I feel an overwhelming sense of power and desire. Our souls have always been intertwined, but I can feel the unbreakable bond between us growing stronger with each passing moment we share.
I break the kiss, smiling at the tiny whimper of protest that slips from her lips and run my thumb over the small puncture wound there, smearing blood onto my digit before pushing it past her lips into her mouth. Her tongue grazes the pad, and it’s like lightning shooting straight to my cock. It throbs in anticipation and I get sick satisfaction from having marked her as mine once more.
“Always remember,” I whisper into her ear, my voice low and seductive, “I am the one who owns you. The one who commands you. The one who dominates you. And there is no escape from me, little doe.”
Her eyes fly open and flash with defiance, but I can see the desire burning within them as well. She wants this just as much as I do. And I will give it to her, but not without reminding her who’s in control.
My hand tightens around her throat, even as I release her hair, to drive the point home. She gasps, her breathing becoming ragged and shallow, her heartbeat racing erratically beneath my strength.
‘Now, Odi,” I begin, my voice full of promise and threat. “Let’s see who winsthisgame.”
With one decisive move, I lift her up with my free hand, wrapping her legs around my waist. She moans, her lips parting in response to my touch. I love the way her body moulds to mine, the way she responds to my every touch. She’s mine. Always was. Always will be. It was written in the scars of the universe and burned into the stars for all eternity. I just can’t comprehend why she doesn’t see it yet.
As I carry her towards my desk, she struggles, but only for a moment before she relents and wraps her arms around my neck, her breath hitching with anticipation. I almost wish she was so easily submissive in all things, but again, I know that’s not who she is or who Ireallywant her to be.
I set her down gently, her back against the cool surface of the pristine desk, immediately transported back to the hotel opening night when she and Kaiden broke into my office. Taking her like this has been something of an obsession for me ever since.
Her normally bright green eyes are dark, like damp moss on the forest floor, and hungry, matching the passion that courses through me. She looks as feral as she makes me feel.
With swift movements, I pull her jumper up over her head, my mouth turning dry when I see that she’s bare beneath it. I lean forward, nuzzling into her neck and inhaling herintoxicating scent, kissing her flawless skin as I go. When I reach her chest, my tongue traces the curve of her breastbone and my fingers ghost the outline of her doe tattoo.
“Magnificent,” I murmur to myself.
She lets out a quiet whimper, her hips bucking against me in spite of herself. I pull her black sports leggings down her slender legs, half tempted to burn every item of clothing in her wardrobe that denies me easy access to what’s mine. Running my fingers against the silky fabric of her panties, my breath catches in my throat as I feel the wet heat between her thighs. Her eyes flutter shut, her breaths shallow and uneven.
I pull away, my gaze locked on hers, my heart pounding somewhere between my chest and my mouth.This woman. My father always said she’d be the undoing of me. He’s right, of course, just not in the way he means. She’s going to be the making of me.
Odi’s eyes, still dark and hungry, meet mine. She’s breathing heavily, her fingers tracing patterns on my neck. I can see the warring emotions in her eyes – defiance and desire, surrender and rebellion. But there’s a flicker of something else too – a glimmer of trust.
Taking a step back, I glance around the study, my eyes landing on a silver fountain pen resting on the tidy desk. I pick it up, stepping closer to her. She tenses at my approach, her body rigid. I study her for a moment, taking in the way her breath hitches when I draw closer. Her gaze stays locked on me, her heart pounding in perfect sync with mine.
“You know what I’ve always wanted?” I ask, my voice low and husky, the words hanging between us like a veil of desire.
She swallows hard, her eyes wide with anticipation. She knows the answer but doesn’t say it out loud. I love that she understands me so well.
“To dominate you,” I say, the words a rusty whisper as they leave my lips. “To own you.”
