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“I want you to focus.” “Focus on what?” I asked, about to turn around, but he held me in place firmly. “Don’t be curious. Obey!” The Alpha’s presence vibrated, his dominance expanding. I nodded, doing as he ordered. I closed my eyes, a habit I always kept when lifting my chin to the sky—a form of supplication or conversation with the Goddess.

"Show me what your body already knows… that you belong to me." I understand. Every fiber of my being compels me to obey him. My hands tremble as they reach out to him. First, a barely perceptible touch of the fabric. My fingers glide over the texture of his pants as if I were caressing something sacred. I look up at him, seeking his approval. A simple nod, almost imperceptible, and I feel my last resistances crumble. I continue, slowly, with that strange fervor, a mixture of fear and adoration. The further my gestures advance, the more my mind empties, replaced by a total intoxication: that of obeying him, of melting into him, of existing only for the pleasure of his eyes.

But the pull of him, the sheer force of his presence, made that impossible. Valerius’ hands traced her jaw, down her neck, over her shoulders. “You will obey,” he whispered, “because you want to. Because your body knows what it desires.” Her knees weakened. She wanted him, desperately, but the fear, the thrill made her ache. He guided her to the center of the room, where the shadows were thickest. “Kneel,” he commanded. The command was simple. Absolute. Chloe’s breath hitched, her mind racing even as her body reacted instinctively. She hesitated just for a second, just long enough to feel the weight of his patience thinning. Then, slowly, she knelt, her hand trembling by her sides.

And then— He pulled away. “Enough.” I was shaking, soaking, completely undone. And empty. He stood. “You’ll remember this next time you think about disobedience.” I stared at him, lips parted, thighs twitching. He turned away like he hadn’t just destroyed me. And I realized the terrifying truth— I’d do anything for him to let me come. --- End of Chapter Five

My chest is rising and falling rapidly. And like the ruler and leader that he is, Ozar takes control. He raises one of my leg, to make me fully open to him. He positions himself above me and without hesitation, begins to thrust. My fingers claws at the grass to hold on—the new force of Ozar taking the lead is driving the both of us closer to the edge. We move in perfect harmony. My leg, held aloft by Ozar, allows him to delve deeper, each stroke brings us closer to climax.

Over the years, she had been obedient to him no matter how terrible his demands were. How could she defy him? How dare she defy him! Darwin stood up, ignoring the chattering Wyatt, and with an aura that seemed ready to devour someone, he chased after her in big strides. Fiona didn't like to drag things out. After submitting her resignation letter, she was immediately ready to start the handover process. But as soon as she returned to the secretary's office, Darwin, with an icy presence, followed in. "Is there anything else Mr. Solomon wants to discuss?" Fiona looked at him, completely devoid of obedience.

Tomorrow was a test: could Celeste still make our door feel like a weapon even with official eyes present? And for the first time in days, I didn’t feel fear sharpen into panic. I felt it sharpen into readiness. Because if Celeste tried to move us through authority, she was about to learn something simple. Authority has rules too. And we were done letting her be the only one who understood how to use them. —End Chapter 68