"IS this why you called me here? To watch me pleasure myself?" Emilia asked Tyron, anger coursing through her veins. She didn't like what he was making her do, but did she have a choice?
They had already slept together, more than once. But was he really going to make her do this here? In his office? Where his secretary was just outside, and anyone could walk in?
"Well, if you don't want to, I won't force you," Tyron said, his gaze sweeping over her body, lingering on her breasts and thighs.
Emilia laughed sarcastically. "Of course you won't force me because you have all the power, you hold the cards. You won't force me because we both know that if I don't do what you want, you can end our agreement in a heartbeat," she said, her voice laced with bitterness, her fist clenched.
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