“Good girl,” he smirked in a despicable manner while he patted my head like a little bitch.

            Slowly, Tyler cupped my face. His other hand drifted away into my wet core, pushing a finger every time I blinked and pulling as I looked straight in his eyes.

            “Now kiss me on the neck and scratch it using your forefinger.” Inside my head, I wanted to protest badly. But his sexiness and the fact he’s using his Alpha voice to command me…I cannot.

            I am a slave today; the slave’s master is the man she’s married to.

            And that is why I fucking love my Alpha Tyler, because despite of those...