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Lights flashed across her face, showing me a plump bottom lip, freckles adorning her cheeks, dark eyes.
I was Hispanic
I felt a twinge of the same… emotion. I wasn’t very good at naming them. But I suppose it was worry.
I was looking for dark curls. Brown eyes. Golden skin.
I pulled out a small camera from my bag. It wasn’t any bigger than a dime. I had it secured to her television in a matter of seconds. It only took a few minutes to adjust the wires, so the TV powered it.
From my computer at home, I would now see every inch and angle of it. My obsession was just shy of putting them in her bathroom. I’d already wired her office at the university.
My stitches pulled when I leaned forward to show them another graph. I should’ve removed them. It had been too long. But she’d put them in.
He might not respect me, but I was used to it. I was a woman in what was still considered a man’s field. And a Latina.
People called me sassy and demanding, and those qualities didn’t stop in the bedroom. Especially because I knew it was the only way to have what I wanted. But not every guy was good at taking orders.
The way Nathan jumped at my command made me curious. Would he be submissive in bed? Would he enjoy giving up control to me? Not that I had any right to wonder.
“Never disrespect her again, or you’ll have more than a few broken bones. I trust you’ll let everyone else know.” It might be wrong. All kinds of fucked up. But this was how it was done in our world. No one would touch her now. No one would dare to speak a harsh word to her. I’d just staked a claim on my Songbird.
What did he taste like? What would he be like in bed? Quiet, or would he break out of his shell a little? Would he enjoy taking orders?
I liked sex. Loved it with the right person. But sometimes there was nothing better than touching yourself. It was always the perfect amount of pressure. The proper pace. And a guaranteed orgasm with no hassle.
I was determined to make her mine, no matter what. As far as I was concerned, she already was. She just didn’t know it yet. Obsession for me meant one thing… forever.
I wasn’t a mysterious creature. I wanted him. As bad of an idea as it was, I did. And I decided in this moment that I was going to have him.
“Did you come like a good boy?” Nathan’s eyes widened as his head jerked to me.
“Eyes on me when your cock is in my mouth.” My head snapped up at the command. I wasn’t sure how it was possible she could still be in control while on her knees. But I loved it. Needed it.
“Come.” “What?” My voice sounded raw and rough. “I’m going to wrap my lips around you again and you’re going to come down my throat like a good boy.”
Being in control like this had ecstasy pumping through my blood. It was a high. A fetish I loved to indulge. With the right person. I had a feeling Nathan was the right guy. That he’d love caving to my demands. “Ask me.” My voice lowered as the lust coated my tongue. “Please, Songbird.” He didn’t even hesitate. His desperation sparked on my skin, making my pussy clench. “Let me taste you. I need to.” My head fell back as I took an unsteady breath. I wasn’t a fucking virgin, but hearing such a strong man beg for me was intoxicating. “On your knees.”
“You’re not going to scream at me? Try to run away?” I grasped his face. His stubble was sharp under my palms, sending a thrill through me. “Could I? If I really wanted to escape you, would I be able to?” The muscles in his jaw tensed under my touch. His gaze hardening as he stared at me. “No.” “Then I guess it’s a good thing I don’t want to go.”
“We’re together. She’s mine.” The chair squeaked as he shifted. “Is she aware of this?” My nerves prickled at his accusation. Though it was justified. “Yes.” “And she agrees?” Angelo asked. “You didn’t have to kidnap her or force her?”
“Nathan.” Her tone had my muscles tightening. “Get on your knees.” Fuck. I couldn’t disobey her. I never could. She didn’t need to beg. Just order me and I would fall to her feet.
