Dominate me by Julia Romush (best motivational books to read TXT) 📕

My B.friend*s father

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"Mistresses obey. Satisfy. Always want. Will you agree to that?"
"Yes. In return of..."
"I know your terms. Are you ready to hear mine?". I hate the way he looks at me. It makes my skin tingle.
I sold myself out to a powerful man. I became a mistress of a cruel and merciless man.
I need money in order to save my sister, and he is the one who's gonna give it to me. I should work for him for two months. I would never agree to this, but I have no choice other than share a bed with him.
I wish I knew the real price I would have to pay. What does it mean to be with him? Belong to him?

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We entered a huge building, my man headed for the elevator, and I followed him in silence.

When we found ourselves in the elevator car, the situation only got worse. It was almost impossible to breathe, excitement covered my head, and I could no longer control how my knees and arms trembled.

From frequent breathing, my chest began to rise, and not hid from Artem's eyes. Artem looked at me so that I was close to complete panic. I did not understand him. I did not understand at all what was happening now and what his gaze meant.

He moved at me so fast that I didn't even have time to react. His hands appeared on either side of me and rested on the iron bars.

He reduced the distance between us so much that I felt his hot breath on my neck ...

"You can't even imagine what I want to do with you ..."

Yes, I couldn't. I didn't even have time to think much, because the elevator door opened, and a loud voice announced that we had arrived at the right floor.
But it didn't particularly catch my attention, but the people standing outside did a great job.

"Mr. Klimov! This is you ... Artem. Hello ...", it flew from everyone, everywhere. And only this made me look away from the man's face to understand what was happening around.

And there was an office. Large and lively office As one big organism, a team.

"On the way out", turning me in the right direction and pushing forward, Klimov followed and did not say a word to anyone.

"Where are we?". I asked ... a stupid question. And all because I was very nervous.

Having received no answer, I continued to move forward, feeling very embarrassed by the fact that I was attracting attention. As well as the contempt with which man treated me.

"Where should I go?". I was confused when there were two corridors in front of me, which led in different directions.

"What do you think?". It sounded like bullying.

I wanted to answer something, but I was clearly not in a position to be rude. That's why I took a step forward and was surprised to hear:

"Clever. You can, when you really want to", I was embarrassed when he said that.

I would not say that my man was ever kind to me, but such phrases, said in such a tone, were very, very stressful. Pour oil into the fire. Especially when I really wanted to know what was happening now, but could I? It was only necessary to wait until Klimov agreed to pass his verdict.

"Here", came a menacing roar behind me. And I had to stop and look back, as I realized that he had opened the door to the office, which I had already passed.

Quickly turning inside, I realized that I was in his personal account. This was indicated by every detail, carefully selected and placed in a spacious, stylish room.

"Wait for me quietly. Don't throw out any more tricks". With these words, the man quickly left the office and slammed the door behind him. So I almost jumped on the spot.

I wonder what kind of tricks he was talking about when I was afraid to look in his direction once again?

It seems that I started to wind myself even more than usual. The deserted office and the half hour I had already spent here only contributed to the panic. I just couldn't find a place for myself. I wound circles around his desk and then from the window to the wall. And every time I came up with worse and worse options for herself.

It was only necessary to open the door, as if my heart seemed to stop. From the experiences, everything began to seem to me a plot from a very slow-motion film with a very unpredictable development.

"Good afternoon", said the man who entered the office. And he was followed by the second.

They were dressed strictly, in classic suits, and kept quite aloof. What is not a cause for concern? Especially when they introduced themselves as lawyers of Artem ...

At that very moment, I was officially in a state of panic.

"Sit down", one of them pointed to my chair, "I think it's us a long conversation awaits."

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