Alexis.
My breathing was uneven. Pierce stood over me, his gaze unreadable, sharp as ever.
"You wanted to be my assistant," he murmured, voice deceptively calm. "Then you better be ready for what that really means."
Before I could react, he moved.
My wrists were bound to my sides in one swift motion, firm but not painful. Before I could open my mouth, he gagged me.
Muffled sounds were all I could manage.
Panic flickered in my chest, but so did something else—something warm and hard. His erect d**k poking his dark pants. Pointing directly at me.
Pierce tilted his head, watching my reaction with that maddening smirk. "Tensing up already?" His fingers traced the goosebumps rising on my skin. "You've gone pale."
I let out a muffled protest, trying to wriggle free.
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