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Aurora “Morning, mate!” “Morning,” I tell Layla as she follows me into my office. I swear she barely spends any time in hers. She hates sitting around and always finds things to do outside of the confinements of her four walls. If she’s not with me, she’s doing rounds in the factory or in the conference room. I grab the iced coffee she offers and wince as my aching bottom meets the sofa. The tyrant Jonathan spanked me over breakfast so hard, to the point where I’m sore. Well, more than sore. It really hurts, despite the lotion I applied before going out. So much for spending our first night together. I woke up with his cock nudging against my entrance from behind, then he fucked me raw until I screamed the whole room down. When I asked him why he only fucks me from behind, he told me it’s none of my business. When I snapped, he spanked me until tears filled my eyes. The brute. The arsehole. Needless to say, I’ve been in a black mood ever since. Not even Harris’s distasteful snobbishnes