Harriet’s POV
My stomach clenched so f*****g hard at his response.
His eyes a menacing color sent shivers down my spine in a good way, I was already getting weak on my knees the longer he stared at me, the longer his fingers tightened around my neck.
“What do you want little Harriet?” He growled so low.
I opened and closed my mouth, my words dried in my throat.
Devon released my throat but only a little giving me little freedom to speak.
“I want to atone for my sins.” I managed to say.
Devon quirked his brows at me, a smirk following my words.
“Oh you will. By the time I am done with you, you’ll wish you never defied me little Harriet.” He said what others would have thought to be scary but the only thing it did for me was increase the flow of my arousal.
“Turn around”
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