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"Are you going to punish me?" Sydney whispers, a hint of defiance in her tone that surprises us both.
A slow smile spreads across my face as heat pools low in my belly. "Oh yes," I purr, enjoying the way her breath catches. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson about trust. About obedience.”
In one fluid motion, I spin her around and press her against my desk. My hand comes down on her backside. It’s not hard, but firm enough to make my point. A warning. A promise.
Sydney's gasp is not entirely from pain, and I feel my control slipping. This was meant to be a reminder, a reassertion of my dominance. But as she arches into me, all thoughts of punishment flee my mind. All I can focus on is the intoxicating scent of her perfume, the warmth of her body pressed against mine, the way she trembles beneath my touch.
"Avros," she breathes, my name a plea on her lips.
It's my undoing.
I spin her back around, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. Sydney melts into me with a whimper, her hands fisting in my shirt as if she's afraid I'll disappear. I growl low in my throat, deepening the kiss as my hands roam her curves possessively. The heat of her skin burns through the thin fabric of her dress, igniting a fire in my blood.
This is madness. I should stop this now, before it goes too far. Sydney is a complication I can't afford, a weakness my enemies would exploit without hesitation.
But as she moans softly into my mouth, her body molding perfectly to mine, I find I don't care. In this moment, nothingexists beyond the taste of her lips, the heat of her skin, the intoxicating knowledge that she wants me as desperately as I want her.
I break the kiss, both of us panting for air. Sydney looks up at me with those big green eyes, dazed with desire but still tinged with uncertainty. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, her chest heaving with each breath. It takes every ounce of self-control not to tear that dress from her body and take her right here on my desk.
"We shouldn't," she whispers, even as her hands slide up my chest, nails scraping lightly through my shirt. "This is crazy, Avros. We barely know each other, and you're... you're..."
"A dangerous man," I finish for her, my voice rough with need. "A criminal. Someone you should run far, far away from." I cup her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my gaze. "But you're not going to run away from me, are you,krasotka?"
Sydney bites her lower lip, indecision warring on her face. But then she shakes her head slowly, a small smile curving those kiss-swollen lips. "No," she admits softly. "God help me, but I don't want to run from you, Avros."
The admission sends a jolt of possessive pleasure through me. I lean in, nuzzling the sensitive spot behind her ear. "Good," I growl, my breath hot against her skin. "Because I'm not letting you go, Sydney. Not now, not ever."
She shivers at my words, tilting her head to give me better access to her neck. I take full advantage, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. Sydney moans, her fingers tangling in my hair as she presses closer, the softness of her breasts crushed against my chest.
"Tell me how much you want this," I demand, nipping at her pulse point. "Tell me how much you want me."
"I want you," Sydney gasps, arching into me. Her hips rock against mine, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. "God, Avros, I want you so much it scares me."
Her words ignite a fire in my blood. I lift her onto the desk, stepping between her parted thighs as I capture her lips once more. Sydney meets my passion with her own, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. The heat of her core presses against my straining erection, even through our clothes, and I groan at the exquisite torture of it.
My hands slide up her thighs, pushing the skirt of her dress higher. Sydney whimpers into the kiss, her hips rocking against mine in a way that threatens to shatter my control entirely. I can feel the damp heat of her arousal through the thin barrier of her panties, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to rip them off and bury myself inside her.
“Let me show you what happens to curious little kitties,” I tell her, grabbing her hips and flipping her around. “Hands on the desk. Bend forward.”
She moans, then obeys me with such submissive ease that it sends a jolt straight to my rock-hard cock. As she bends forward, her dress pushed up to her waist, her panties straining between her wetness, I know that I’m in deep.
So I raise my hand and bring it down on her backside, hard enough to feel the sting, the sound of the slap echoing through the air.
Followed immediately by a moan so aroused, so pleased, that I swear to myself right here, right now, I will make Sydney Reeves mine.
Now. And forever.
11
Sydney
My heart pounds as Avros's hand comes down on my backside again, the sting of his palm sending shockwaves of sensation through my body. It's not painful, not really—more like a firm reminder of his dominance, his control. And God help me, but I love it.
"Have you learned your lesson yet,krasotka?" Avros purrs, his accent thicker with arousal. His free hand trails up my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Or are you still a curious little kitty cat who needs to be taught what not to do?”
I bite my lip, fighting back a moan. My splayed fingers dig into the surface of the desk as I arch my back towards him. "I... I don't know," I manage to gasp out. "Maybe you need to teach me again?"
A low chuckle rumbles through Avros's chest. "Such a naughty girl," he murmurs, leaning down to nip at my earlobe. "So eager for punishment."
