"Why are you treating me as if I'm your fucking property?"
"You are. You're MY intern, MY employee... MY pet... Got that?" Avi's gruff, husky voice suffused my ears, enkindling chills down my spine. His heavy hands were placed forcibly around my waist, and his crotch was dangerously close to my ass.
"You got that?" He repeated, bringing his disgustingly soft lips over my neck. I hated that I just couldn't resist moaning. He gave a chuckle, his sonorous voice echoing off the walls.
"Do you got that, Mitchell." His tone became stern yet seductive, a combination that I never would've thought to hear. I despised this man. I just loathed how damn sexy he was, and how he's practically made me his fucking slave because he's got me under his spell. I was a doltish person to ever give in to him. But... Nonetheless, I sighed and let out the two words he loved hearing escape me.