Page 34 of Detained

A gust of cold air distracts me, I can’t stop. I move on to the top drawer, rummaging through the vast array of pens.

“Fuck,” I hiss. Every second that passes, someone could walk through that door and out me. I can’t trust anyone who works here. Not my dad, not Alex. I’m on my own.

I go to stand, the sound of heavy breathing stops me. I am frozen in place as that familiar aftershave hits my nostrils.

I close my eyes, too scared to turn around. Goosebumps erupt on my skin as he trails his finger along my tattooed arm, all the way up to my collarbone, before lacing his hands around my throat.

He pushes me forward, so I’m bent over the desk, his body covering mine. I open my mouth to scream, his hand clamps over it, muffling the noise.

“What are you doing in here, detective?” he rasps. I’d recognize that sexy Italian voice anywhere.

I try to wiggle out of his hold, but I stop when I feel his erection press against my ass.

Oh, fuck.

Desire washes over me. He loosens his grip on my throat enough for me to turn my head, coming face to face with that white ghost face.

I’m fighting against being completely turned on. I should run. This is wrong. So wrong. The dampness in my panties is keeping me locked in his grip.

I want to know what it feels like. To see if this is really what I crave. Because I can’t live my life thinking about him like this.

“If I move my hand, you won’t scream?” he asks in a low, husky voice. I nod.

Sucking in a breath as he slowly removes his palm, he keeps me pressed against the desk with his hard dick.

“What are you doing here?” I croak out.

“The same as you, apparently. I thought I told you to leave it, Zara.” There is a warning in his tone, yet all I can focus on is how his body is pressed against mine.

How I want him to do something more.

“I-I can’t leave it.”

He has no idea.

“Am I going to have to punish you, dolcezza?”

A smile spreads across my lips. I know just how to push him.

“I dare you,” I bite back.

He growls in my ear, and my eyes go wide. His fingers trail along the back of my leg and I shiver as he stops and grabs my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. And fuck, I want it.

“You mean you want to be spanked over your father’s desk for disobeying me? Is that what you need?”

I bite back a moan. I should hate how much I want him. Right now, I don’t care. His palm dips under my leather skirt, caressing me. Instinctively, my legs inch open as much as they can in this tight outfit and I press further into him.

“That’s what I thought. You’re a filthy slut, really.”

I close my eyes, trying to calm down this burning desire within me that is only ignited by his dirty words.

His finger slips between my thighs and he follows the line of my thong all the way down towards my entrance. Pulling my panties across, I pant as he slowly slides his finger along my pussy.

“Fucking soaked, all for me.”

My eyes almost roll back as he circles my clit before cracking his palm over my ass and clamping his hand over my mouth to muffle the scream that follows.

“Frankie,” I moan.

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