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Chapter eighty three

Zayn's POV

"I want you to go and-" I say.

Do what?" She interrupts and her interruption stirred the fire in my blood.

Stalking to my desk, I pick up a thick bound book in my hands, good enough to cause pain if used right.

Let's get one thing clear. When I am speaking to you, you do not interrupt. When I do tell you to speak, that's when you can. Am I clear?"

I await her possible retort, yet I'm pleasantly surprised when her response is a soft murmur.

"Yes, sir."

Hmm, this one is a quick learner.

Her creamy skin which turns into a dick-hardening rosy hue has blood flowing to my dick.

How I would love to make her ass the same color as her cheeks, to have her bound and bent over a surface as I punish her.

"Is there something else you'd like to say?"

"I-" her words taper off when she meets my stare.

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears which causes my dick to jolt. "Nothing, sir." She finishes and I just arch an eyebrow at her.

"Stand. Go over to the bench, get those beautiful tits out, be
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