"Yes," she whispered, desperation coloring every syllable of the word. "Yes, please.""Yes what?" he demanded, his hand gripping her waist with just enough pressure to make her acutely aware of his strength, of his control, of the fact that she was completely in his power."Yes, sir," she breathed out.He smiled...a dark, possessive smile that suggested he was about to do exactly what he'd promised."Then beg for it, Lyra," he said softly. "Beg me to touch you."She hesitated for just a moment, pride warring with desire, independence battling against the complete surrender he demanded from her.But desire won.It always won when it came to him."Please," she whispered, the word coming out broken and desperate. "Please touch me, sir. Please make me yours."He chuckled darkly at her words, a sound that was pure satisfaction."Oh, you're already mine, Lyra," he said, his hands moving to her hips. "Every single inch of you belongs to me. Your body, your heart, your mind....all of it is mi
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