Lord Lysander Moroi POV
“Lysander Honey,” the sound of her high pitched voice as she enters my office without knocking, almost has me lashing out at her. Beloved or not, she is only here because I can use her to get what I want, plus bonded s*x is better than any s*x that I have ever had. Hmmm, that makes me think. Maybe after all of this is over I will just keep her chained up as my personal s*x slave, that thought makes me hard as steel.
“What have I told you about knocking before entering my f*****g office?” I hiss at her through clenched teeth.
She scoffs at me and flips her bleach blond hair over her tanned, bare shoulder, f**k, what the hell is she wearing in front of all my men? A barely there dress, I don’t think so. It looks like I’m going to have to punish her for
