His drug. Her need. Their Problem.

Prologue

His eyes stared down at Ariel like she was a priceless artifact on a shelf. Looking her over not leaving a freckle unlooked at.

"You will submit to me baby." his words smooth as silk. Rubbing his first and middle finger down her cheek carefully.

"Never." That word changed his stance from calm and controlled to enraged and controlling. Pinning her hands above the white board and spreading her legs open to where one knee could fit in between. Ariel gasped as her body was shoved into the white board. Her heart rate paced in her head and the only thing in her mind was Dixon Paxel. She wanted him but he needed to know she wasn't like those girls who sit in one of his classes twirling her hair. Gawking at him. She was independent. Responsible, and most important the only one who wouldn't bow down to his charm.

"You will submit Miss Anne, and it won't be tomorrow, or later today, it will be right here, right now, on this desk."

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