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His cold voice echoed through the room. “Then what else do you want?” My hands shot up in frustration. “You want me to become your assistant? Your personal maid? Or maybe you want me to bake you fucking cookies?!” His lips curved, but the smile that formed was dark... feral. “What you offer is still only the wrapper. What I want is the whole package.” I swallowed, suddenly feeling naked despite the layers of fabric covering my skin. “There are limits to what I am willing to sell,” I gritted out.

he exhaled as if in thought. "Remember the last time you came here? You stirred up the same thing, why I didn't want to bring you here at first" he ruffled his hair, as if confused. "God, I want to fuck you Camila, I want to make love to you, I want me inside of you. I want to make you feel things you haven't felt. It's my work Camila, I don't want to be idle with you, I want to make love to you" he whispered the last part and my toes curled up.

I swallowed, my pulse picking up, but I didn’t stop talking. “What we did in your office…” I let out a small breath, heat creeping up my neck as the memory flashed through me. “It was hot, really hot but I don’t just want that. I want the intense stuff too. I want you to tie me up, I want you to push me to do things I thought I’d never be able to do, I want it all, I want you to make and mark me as yours, I want to be at your beck and call, I want to be your slave. I want to be whatever you’re into…” My voice dropped, quieter but more certain. “Make me yours, completely.” He let out a low chuckle, but there was no amusement in it, just something bitter and guarded. He must think that I’m blu

My response came immediately, and I'm not subtle. "I want to fuck you, Maeve. I want to make you feel things that you weren't aware that you could feel. I want to put my cock in every orifice of your ripe young body. I want to taste your pussy for hours, until you think you can't stand it anymore. I want to fuck you until you can't think. I want to come inside your sweet tight pussy. I want to fuck you in every room of your apartment. I want to take you when you're not expecting it, and force you to submit to me. I want to make you my personal fuck toy."

I had to say the fact, his smile dropped at my words and I tried to turn away again but he gripped my face and turned me back to stare at him. "What do you want malyshka?" He spoke and I blushed remembering the first time I heard these words, "Books? Clothes? More puppies? More teddy bears? More red around you? Money? Cars? Diamonds, lots of it? Do you want a new castle or a rose bush? Do you want me to do your skincare routine with you? Or read to you every night? I'd give anything for you to end this immense torture and Grace me with your presence no matter how vexed I make you feel."

I asked seductively when he reached towards me. " You know what I want so why don't you strip and get on all of yours so I can put my dick inside of you." he replied grabing me by my throat. " I don't want it." I snapped at him " Why do you think I will always want you? You know we both are together with one another because we have got no choice because in reality I don't want you."

“Making me… want you.” “You want me,” he purred the words. “Why do you want me to?” She was baffled by it, mesmerized by her hands exploring the curve of the heavily developed pectoral muscle, discovering the circles of his nipples hidden amongst the hair. “I will help you anyway. You don’t need to…” “I want you,” he breathed it into her ear, and she closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side, exposing the line of her neck. “You are mine.”

I yelled, "it is exactly what you said! I cannot decide who to be with, I cannot do whatever I please, I can't breathe except you tell me to, I cannot eat until you tell me to, I cannot be anything until you tell me what to be. You want a puppet!" "I WANT YOU!" he yelled, "I don't fucking care if you think what I want is a puppet or a statue or some fucking pet, but what I want is you. I want to own you, I want you for myself!" Though I know his words were untrue, I knew that these words had turned to his motto, the words he would repeat over and over again just so I would keep falling for it, the words he wanted me to believe, the words he thought would make him forgive him again, however,

Addictive. I stepped closer, my body heat enveloping her, and let my hands roam freely now. Starting at her shoulders, I caressed down her arms, feeling the soft fabric of her blouse under my palms, the warmth of her skin beneath. "Do you know what I want from you, Elena?" I whispered into her ear, my lips brushing the sensitive shell, sending goosebumps racing across her flesh. "Not just your obedience. Your surrender. Every gasp, every moan—they'll be mine. Your body will feed my desires, and in return, I'll give you everything you need."

I nod back a ‘no’ taking his face in my hands. Mastering every inch of this handsome face for as long as it lasts because after last night, I want to keep him. I want to keep them. I want them to keep me. “If you continue looking at me like that, I might just break my promise and fuck you all the way to LA” I nod. I take my phone and text, ‘Maybe I want you to break your promise’ I show him the text. “I want to, baby but how about we use all the time we have to ourselves to do something else”