Christopher PovHer fingers twitch against the edge of the desk and she squeezes her eyesSmackThe slap echoes in the room, and her gasp tears through the air, pure shock rippling through her body as her eyes fly open."That's for making me wait even when you know that I burn for you,” I growl lethally.Before she can recover, I strike again. My palm cracking across the same cheek, just as sharp.Smack."And that," I say, voice deadly calm, "is for rolling your fucking eyes."She whimpers, broken and soft, her body trembling under my gaze. Her eyes glisten, the first signs of tears clinging to her lashes, and she chokes out, "I'm sorry." Oh my sweet little Celine, she looks like a scared dove that I want to devourI lean in close, my mouth brushing her ear. "No... but you will be, dove."Smack.Another strike, same spot. Her body jolts forward on the desk, a strangled cry escaping her lips. Her legs shift, trying to gain distance, some reprieve, but I won't be giving that to her. He
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