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have to obey Alexander. In this setting, he didn’t have the right to command me to do anything much less expect me to actually do it.
    Alexander watched me; large body swiveled in profile, elbow resting on the smooth, wooden surface and forearm straight and rigid like a post. The snowy white shirt could be mistaken for the traditional symbol for surrender.
    I knew it for what it was. So did Alexander.
    I was the moth to his flame. Forever flying near, doing my best not to burn but destined to do it anyways. I was that weak, you see?
    A killing-soft smile landed at the corners of his lips. He waited, patient and watchful.
    Where was he going with this? What was he trying to prove that he hadn’t already proved a million times before? There was only one way to find out.
    “Fine.” I walked over to him, fixated on the beacon of his arm. Chin up and defiance oozing with every rigid step until I stood at his knee. “Happy now?” I snapped, doing little to be gracious over my capitulation.
    “Not by a long shot, baby.” Alexander appraised me, doing nothing to disguise it. “I never cared for your anger before. I saw it as something to be eliminated and subdued. Now I know the great potential it has for us both.”
    Warmth drizzled, softening my insolence. My belly clenched. My nipples tightened to twin points, vividly remembering the hot tug of Alexander’s lips. The urge to cross my arms and cover my chest tangled with the urge to rip off my shirt.
    Push, pull, want, deny. Seductive madness could only lie this way.
    “Sophia, I want you to do something for me.”
    I coughed, trying to disguise my body’s response as an aberration. “Yes?”
    “I want you to sit down.”
    “Okay.” I turned to find the nearest chair.
    “Stop.” Alexander waited silently until I looked back at him, eyebrow raised quizzically. “Not there.”
    “Then where?”
    Alexander pointed to the floor. I followed his finger, seeing his polished, leather shoes and the empty space before them.
    I shook my head and backed away. “On the floor?”
    “Yes. I want you on the floor, kneeling at my feet.”
    I reached out to steady myself. My fingertips dug into the side of the desk. “You want me at your feet.”
    “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    Alexander tilted his head. “Because it would please me.”
    Jesus fucking Christ!
    Violent lust ricocheted through my body, instantly piercing my core. I tightened my thighs, finding perverse, thrilling pleasure in the idea of obeying him. My mind whirled into overdrive, looking for any reason to drown out the instinct demanding I obey.
    “Are you serious, Alexander? You’re not joking with me?”
    He stared me down, mouth tight and eyes blazing with implacable domination. “On your knees. Now.”
    My knees buckled. Still keeping hold of the desk, I sank down, down, down, until my legs folded beneath me. My heart hammered, beating so hard against my chest I wasn’t sure if I wanted to scream in fear or delight.
    “Breathe, Sophia.”
    “I…I…am.” Fear gripped me strong. My panicked gaze jumped around. I couldn’t believe what I had done. Worse, how come it felt so right?
    Alexander’s warm hand cupped my chin. “You’re doing beautifully, Sophia. Look at me. I said look at me. Now just breathe for me. In and out. That’s it. Good girl.”
    I patterned my breathing after his. Lost in his black gaze, I watched the world fall away. Nothing existed but him.
    “You’re doing beautifully. Feeling better, are we?”
    I drew in a long, shaky breath. “Yes.”
    “Good.” Alexander stroked my dark hair, tilting my head forward so he could gather the length into a ponytail.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Hush.” He tightened his fingers to use my hair as a leash. Alexander tugged my head back hard. “I’m not going to mince words here, Sophia. I want you. I want you with me like this.”
    “On my knees?” I couldn’t help injecting a bit of sarcasm in my voice to minimize just how helpless I