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body far enough from mine that I could no longer feel his heat. I obeyed slowly, certain my legs would give out any second. Stark hooked the side band of my panties with one finger. He followed the edge of the material down between my legs, sparking a low moan from me as the back of his finger brushed the line of my pussy.
    "You could be an exceedingly clever plant, Mia." His finger pressed more insistently, the force and slow twist of its tip parting my labia so he could stroke the inner folds. "Dark ash hair, those green eyes and a body lush with curves that make my mouth water…"
    The slow heat burning in my stomach flared to singe my thighs and breasts. A month of coming face to face with Stark and I had never seen the slightest hint he found me attractive. I had been as invisible to him as I was to every other male on the planet who didn't instantly curl a lip in disgust at the sight of me. Another ruse, then, the switch to Confidence Up meant to keep me off balance.
    "Your clothes have been getting more form fitting by the day, your neckline a little lower, your heels a little higher…"
    True on both counts and I hadn't even realized it. Had I been subconsciously dressing up for Stark, experimenting with how much of my body I had to highlight before I was no longer invisible? That wasn't like me, but neither was a soaking wet pussy at the thought of being dominated by a man.
    "The lie would be just enough to bring us to this point, to tempt me into testing you." His fingers drifted across my sex to find my clit, the pressure increasing as he rubbed a slow line up and down its length. "Your body's response deepening my trust. Is that it, Mia? Did one of my enemies find a beautiful, desperate and naturally submissive female to betray me?"
    Beautiful? Submissive? Both words were foreign. Not only was there too much of me for any man to ever think me beautiful, but make-up did nothing for me and my hair never behaved. Beautiful is thin, cultured, sophisticated. I was none of those things. Submissive was even more of a stretch, at least with every other man I had ever met. Who were they to tell me to stand in a corner or when to spread my legs.
    But then I had never met a man with a voice that could cut diamonds or hands that could bend steel.
    "Is that it, Mia?" His fingers abandoned my clit to push deep inside me in a thick triangle. He stroked, twisted, the digits buried all the way to his base knuckles. "Are you here to betray me?"
    "Mr. Stark!" I don't know if my reaction was to the question or the increased intimacy of his touch. There was no way to sugarcoat it. Stark was finger fucking me, plunging deep and hard through my hot, wet hole, my body wedged tightly into the corner and my hands clutching at the wall's smooth surface for support.
    "Collin when my fingers are in you."
    The noise he made was almost a warm chuckle, only the sharp undertone of his words reminding me this was a dangerous man.
    "No one sent me here." I tightened around him, tried to stop the onslaught of pleasure melting my brain long enough to answer coherently. "I would never betray you."
    Collin stepped closer so that it wasn't just his fingers touching me. I felt his chest against my back as he leaned forward to place his lips against my throat. His hand lined up with his cock, the roll and dip of his hips playing my body like a pinball machine as he directed his fingers deeper and harder.
    "You know what, beautiful?" He didn't wait for me to answer. "Right now, I don't care. I'm going to punish you for the lie and then I'm going to fuck you."
    My acquiescent moan shocked me. I was not only ready to be punished by him, I wanted it. Job or no job. He could have told me right then he was firing me and it wouldn't matter. With the tension coiling tighter inside me, I only cared that he not stop touching me. Gentle or rough, demanding or giving.
    "You want this?" His free hand surfed across my hip, slid down my mound and cupped it. His teeth