On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything
he said softly, “but you’ll learn. I’ll teach you.”
His hand brushed over my hip, pulling me a little closer, and I let out a shaky breath. “Rule number three,” he whispered, his voice dropping lower, “you’re mine in this room, Thalina. Completely. I’ll own you. Every inch, every thought, every scream.”
I nodded, my mind spinning, but somehow hanging on to every word he said.
“And finally,” he said, pausing for effect, “rule number four—you’re mine from this moment on, until I decide otherwise. No other man is allowed to touch you. You belong to me. Only me.”
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