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rearrange her life for him because, to put it simply, it ain’t me, babe.

Novak
    I chuckle as I lightly shake my head at the spitfire who sits before me. “You just don’t get it, do you?”
    I viciously reach up and grab the back of her neck, pulling her to me.
    I lower my head, burying my face in her hair as I growl into her ear, “You put me in a very serious predicament when you took that diary. I have every intention of keeping a very close eye on you, young lady. You put your fucking notice in today, little girl. You work for me now!
    “How distracted have you been today, Katrina? How many times have you thought about how I violated you and tore down all the little boundaries you had safely walled around you?”
    I pull her head back, forcing her to look up at me.
    My hand slides up her inner thigh right past the top of her stockings. No longer do hose protect her from my possessive and invading hands. It was the whole purpose behind my mandate no longer permitting her to wear regular pantyhose. I want easy access to that sweet, little pussy of hers.
    “You see, Katrina, you can fight me all you want, but that little body of yours can’t get enough of me. I want my diary back, Katrina,” I hiss as I continue to stroke her inner thigh.
    “I, I, I, don’t have your diary,” she stutters through her obvious lie. Deception seems to come so easily to her.
    “Liar, liar, Katrina’s on fire. Liar, liar, Katrina’s on fire,” I repeat as I chuckle.
    My finger slides over the satin panties she wears until I can feel the wet spot that has formed. To her horror, she feels it too.
    “Oh, that feels good doesn’t it, girl? It damn sure feels good to me. I love knowing you want to fight me and you can’t. You have no idea how sexy it is to me, knowing how badly you want to hate me… but you can’t, can you?”
    “I do hate you.”
    “You’re a liar, Katrina.”
    “Fuck you, Novak.”
    I viciously yank her head back by a handful of hair and my cock jumps at the hatred I see in her eyes as she hisses at me through clenched teeth.
    “No, fuck you,” I hiss as I plunge my finger into her right when I say the word fuck . I immediately pull it out and then thrust it between her lips, demanding that she clean it off.
    “If you bite me, I’m taking my belt to you when we get home.”
    She reluctantly sucks her juices from my finger and I wave it under her nose when she’s done, preventing her from moving away by the firm grip I have in her hair.
    “You smell that? That is pure, unadulterated, animalistic lust, and I’m going to keep it there all day long so I can smell your pussy whenever the whim strikes. I’m going to bask in the glory of knowing that as much as you hate me, you can’t fucking resist me. You did this to yourself and if you’re looking for mercy, you fucked over the wrong guy.”
    I listen to the squeaks and whimpers escaping Katrina’s lips against her will and I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything more beautiful.
    “Little thief, you need to be taken down a notch or two. Later on, after I dress you and take you out to dinner so you can be my arm candy, I’m going to bring you back home and violate your little ass again. But this time, I’m going to fuck you and torment you with orgasm denial. I like watching the horrified look on your face as your body betrays you. I like the control that I have over you in my bed.”
    I keep talking as my hands continue to work their magic.
    You see… I have a point to make and that point is whether Katrina wants me or not, there is a latent fire in her that only I can ignite.
    I stare into her eyes as her body helplessly reacts to my touch against her will. It’s happened—the change. I can see it in her eyes as she whimpers and mews while my hands stroke over her pussy lips. She has gone from defiant, to responsive, and she is now clinging to me with a look in her eyes as if I, and only I, can help her. I feed off of that look, the