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again.
    “Go on,” he encouraged me.
    “I,” I started again, trying to pay attention to what was coming out of my mouth. “I, Dulcie O’Neil, recognize Knightley Vander as my boss,” I quoted, spitting the words out. In response, Knight thrust the head of his erection inside me as I screamed out and arched against him. It was all I could do to moan the rest of the words.
    Seconds later, he pulled out again. “Continue!” he commanded me.
    “And I will follow all your orders!” I yelled out, arching against him again as soon as he pushed himself fully inside me. I gripped his back, digging my fingernails into his tan skin as he pumped inside me a few times.
    “And?” he persisted in a deep, gravelly voice.
    “Without pause or question!” I regurgitated as he gripped my waist with both of his hands. He lifted me so he could thrust inside me even more deeply. I threw my head back and wrapped my legs around his middle as tightly as I could. He pulled out and then pushed into me, each of us moaning in turn.
    Without any warning, he suddenly pulled up. Our lower halves were still joined as he pushed me down against the desk, holding me there. When I looked up at him in question, his eyes were glowing.
    “You are mine,” he announced as he stared down at me. He withdrew and then began pushing inside me gently.
    “And you are mine,” I reiterated obediently. I loved seeing and hearing that possessive, brutal side of him; it was so primitive and bestial. This was the animal side of Knight that made me unable to catch my breath.
    “I will always be yours,” he answered while lifting my legs above his shoulders and burying himself inside me as deeply as he could.
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    “So who is the guy now taking up one of our prison cells?” I asked Knight as I lay against him, naked in his bed.
    After having sex in his office, we both hurriedly dressed and hightailed it back to his lavish townhouse. I wasn’t sure whether or not we’d spend the night together, owing to his duties in the Netherworld, so I was thrilled when we did.
    “That charming example of a law-abiding citizen is Jax Rochefort,” Knight answered, his lips in a tight line.
    “Jax Rochefort,” I repeated, shaking my head since the name meant nothing to me.
    “He’s been a perpetual thorn in my side for at least the last seven years,” Knight added as he glanced down at me. He busily twirled a tendril of my hair between his fingers and pulled me closer so he could kiss me on the forehead. “And now he’s back to being a pain in my ass again.”
    “If he’s behind bars,” I started, shaking my head, “how much of a pain in your ass can he really be?”
    Knight raised his brows at me, suggesting, you don’t know what you’re talking about . “Behind bars or not, Jax was, and continues to be, a pain in my ass,” he ground out. “And he’s not the only one. All the competing factions of potions smugglers have been vying for power since we deposed your father.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Knight shrugged again. “Just because the ANC announced Caressa was the new Head of the Netherworld, doesn’t mean everyone likes it, or complies with it.” He cleared his throat. “In fact, there is plenty of opposition.”
    Caressa Brandenburg was the highest ranking official in the ANC, aside from my father. When Knight and I removed my father from office, it only made sense that Caressa should replace him as Head of the Netherworld. I supported this approach because Caressa was honest and good and most of all, she was strong. But now, I had to wonder if she were strong enough.
    “So these potions rings are trying to put their own guys in?” I asked for verification.
    Knight nodded. “But they aren’t too smart about it.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “They rely on strength in numbers—there are so many of them, they nearly outnumber us. But the main problem for them is they can’t get their shit together long enough to unite forces against