22.

Ivan’s POV

“Remember that you’re not allowed to leave until you’re done sorting the documents out with no mistakes.” I said through gritted teeth as my blue eyes peered into her frustrated brown eyes.

I couldn’t miss the flicker of tears that was hanging onto the side of her eyelashes, “yes Sir.” Her voice was so low that I almost couldn’t hear her.

“Why are you still standing before me!” I yelled, my voice causing a roaring effect that she jumped before scampering out of my sight to pick up the papers that were scattered on the floor.

I knew that there was no way that Lexi would be able to concentrate on the job I’d asked her to do but the plea on her face when she stared at me, her eyes begging me to allow her to come made something come alive in me but I wasn’t doing this for pleasure.

Or maybe I was doing this for my own pleasure but definitely not hers and if anything I wanted to torture her, I wanted to hear her scream my name and beg for permission to release the liquid that ha