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“You see,” I continue, taking a step forward, “unlike my father, who loves violence, I love knowledge. Knowledge like how you’ve been double-billing our European distributors for the last three quarters, or how you magically ‘lost’ two million in shipping fees that mysteriously found their way into a shell company registered under your wife’s maiden name.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. The idiot is completely paralyzed with fear.

I lean in close and lower my voice so he is the only one who can hear me. “Or how you visit every Wednesday that separate apartment you own in the city, where you wear nothing but a butt-plug tail and a pretty sparkling collar, get on all fours, and pay an escort to treat you like a dog.”

“How—” he chokes out, completely terrified. “How do you—?”

“Great talk!” I say, patting him on the back. “Now, go get your appointment.”

And this time, Mr. Jenkins doesn’t argue… Hell, he doesn’t even look at me.

He just waddles over to Martin to get his appointment.

“Ah, yeah… And Mr. Jenkins?” I call out.

He freezes, slowly turning back to look at me.

“Since this is your first time adjusting to this new management, I’ll let this pass. But don’t you ever test me again. Are we clear, little Balto?”

Jenkins gulps and nods frantically.

“Good boy.”

I turn my back on him, walking over to where Martin is waiting with a clipboard, and I sign the transfer papers he has prepared.

“Make sure to give him his coffee,” I smile and hand the pen back to him.

“Yes, Master Oliver.”

I turn to Silvio, who is standing near the entrance.

“Silvio, you are in charge. If anything happens, call me.”

“Yes, sir,” Silvio says, as he straightens his posture.

Finally, I turn back to Damián, who is already holding the front door open for me, his lips curled in the most beautiful smile.

We step out into the bright afternoon sunlight, and I follow him to his red car.

But the moment we reach the passenger side, Damián grabs me by the hem of my jacket, spins me around, and slams my back against the side of the car.

“Da—” His mouth crashes down onto mine.

I gasp into his mouth, my hands instantly flying up to curl around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Damián presses his body against mine, pinning me to the car.

The contact is absolutely electric. Every point where our bodies touch feels like it’s burning right through our clothes.

Ever since our first kiss in the bathroom, I’ve always thought touching Damián was incredible, but after we had sex… Wow!

Every sensation has multiplied into something I never thought possible.

I melt against him.

My body burns and shivers at the same time, my heart swells, and for the first time in my life, I feel completely alive.

And I absolutely love it.

But just as suddenly as he grabbed me, he pulls back.