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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I do not know how much has passed, a second or a minute, and maybe more, but I still take myself in hand, release the unfortunate pen and take a step forward. My eyes scan his silhouette. I see him sitting in a relaxed position with a glass in his hand. And I catch myself thinking that I would not give up a sip of alcohol.

"Finished", I answer the previously asked question and take another step forward.

"A car is waiting for you downstairs", from his hoarse voice, goosebumps appear on the skin.

I approach him. I ignore words about the car. If the car waits, then he can wait. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go.

"Will there be a glass for me?". I come close and sit next to him on the couch.

Its smell instantly penetrates the nostrils. Dizziness. I feel dizzy from this smell. At what point did everything go wrong. Probably from the beginning. If before, I could still deceive myself that I don't feel anything for this man, that we just have an agreement ... Now, I clearly understand that this is not the case. This is not the case on my part.

"Or can I take yours?"

I don't know where this audacity comes from, but I put my fingers on his glass, touch his fingers, and feel him tense up.

Artem says nothing, thus silently allows me to take a glass, and I bring it to my lips to take a big sip. The cool liquid burns my mouth, throat ... I can barely restrain myself from coughing. I feel his gaze on me. He watches.

"Enough of you", Klimov takes the glass from me and puts it on the table as quickly as he gave it to me, "did you want something? Why did you come?". I do not pay attention to his rude question. Probably, I'm starting to get used to this manner of communication.

"I wanted to say thank you", I lean forward and touch my lips to his cheek.
I feel him freeze in place. It's like turning to stone.

And I can't deny myself what I want to do. I touch his cheek with my fingers, slide down, to his neck ... I burn my hot skin and feel how everything inside me starts to burn with fire. A second, and his hand is already in my hair, his fingers squeezing it in pain. Artem turns his face to me, and we meet eyes. I see his eyes darken. I see his pupils dilate. His breath burns my lips.

"Don't start what you can't finish". He growls at my lips, and I keep sliding my fingers down his neck. I only catch the buzz I understand from this closeness, and I don't want to stop. And I will not.

My fingers slide lower and lower, and my hair grips it even harder. I feel the space narrowing towards the two of us. There is nothing to breathe. It is so hot that clothes seem superfluous.

I lick my parched lips, and then I hear a hoarse curse and Artem bursts into my lips with a greedy kiss ...

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