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It’s time to get to work.

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Francesca

It’s already dark out before I realize I’ve done nothing all day.

My mind can hardly wrap around the concept.

For the past year and a half, I’ve spent every waking hour keeping myself busy. During the day, I would do as much schoolwork on my laptop as possible, all the while being constantly on guard. No one could know what I was doing.

Now, though, I don’t have to worry about anyone stumbling upon my dirty little secret. I’m in Ray’s domain, and he’s been clear that he wants me to follow my dreams.

Yet, I can’t seem to focus.

And I think it’s because Ray is being so supportive.

Who the hell does he think he is?

It’s nearly impossible to tell. One moment, he’s a ravenous beast who wants to rip me to shreds and tear an earth-shattering orgasm out of my begging body; the next, he’s telling me how strong I can become if I just embrace the darkness., if I just learn to trust myself.

And then he turns around and tells me that even if I conquer the darkness, I should never stop chasing the light. Hell, he even told me that he would help me fulfill my dream.

For so long, I’ve worked so hard, with no support at all, and now I suddenly can’t bring myself to type a single word or respond to a single email because I’m lost in my own head over a man who is out there literally buying me.

The thought twists my heart into a thousand different knots, but even then, one thought rises above it all.

I wish he was the one tying me up.

Even just thinking about it makes me wet. I haven’t forgotten about the dungeon, or how he took my virginity. In fact, it’s been impossible to forget.

I’ve been touching myself all day, teasing my clit with my fingers, palming my tits with my palms, imagining it’s him. But none of that will do.

I need the real thing.

Still, lust isn’t the only thing keeping me from taking advantage of the opportunity I’ve been given—most of my professors have responded positively to my requests for leniency. I have time to make up for my absence. All is not lost.

The problem though, is that I’m not just getting distracted by dirty day dreams. Dark fairy tales and innocent fantasies have been swirling around in my mind. I’ve heard wedding bells on the horizon. He wants to make me his queen…

Fucking hell.

I just can’t stop thinking about a future with Ray. Could it be as good as the sex? Could it be better?

The longer I’m left alone, the clearer it becomes that I don’t just care about Ray’s body, about his lips and his cock and his muscles and his dark tattoos. I care about the person behind it all.

There’s no dancing around it anymore.

I like him.

Hell, I—

No. Love is a strong word. Too strong.

Still, I want him to succeed—especially knowing that if he doesn’t, he’ll be killed.

And where will that leave me?

As hard as it is to admit, Ray has tunneled his way into my heart.