Page 33 of The Mirage Guild

I stood above her as she sat. Rooted to my spot, just watching her for a bit. Letting her wait out my next move. I straightened my tie and slowly walked over to her. I made it to the couch in two strides. This office was almost painfully small.

I reached forward and tucked a stray curl behind her ear, her hair coarse on my fingers. My thumb lingered down her soft cheeks, over her jaw, and rubbed across her bottom lip. Her skin was chapped from where she’d been chewing on her bottom lip all evening. Her chest rose, and god, I wanted to strip her naked so I could see all of her.

“I’ve always wondered what your mouth would feel like wrapped around my cock.” Her response was a small flare of her eyes and a look that told me she was begging for me to turn off her brain.

I hadn’t known heartbreak brought her home. It killed me that there was some guy out there who had convinced Isabella she was anything less than worthy of the world. I made it a point to never pity the insanely wealthy, but I could begin to see the pain of being directionless in Isabella. To have access to do anything in the world and still not be called to anything. I have to imagine that feels incredibly empty.

Well, allow me to shut that off for her.

I checked my watch. “We have less than twenty minutes before the evening cleaning crew comes in to start their nightly routine.” I wrapped my hand around her chin and tugged slightly. “And before that happens, I’m going to come down your throat.”

I heard the sharp intake of her breath and watched as her eyes flicked over to the open office door, and still, she said nothing.

“I’m not going to close the door. You’re going to take my cock out and lick it,” I said, looking down at her. Her eyes were so wide and full of lust. I couldn’t tell if she was about to tell me to fuck off or actually suck my cock. She swallowed loudly.

I smiled down at her as she moved her hands to undo my belt, her fingers graceful on my buckle. The sound of my zipper sliding down ricocheted off the concrete walls. Right now, we were alone until the cleaning crew came through. They liked to start upstairs, but they used this hallway to enter the building. Soon, the back door would bang open and the chatter of the crew would break our little bubble. But for now, Isabella was all mine.

I sucked in a breath as I felt her fingers wrap around my cock. All of my blood had rushed straight to it the second she’d sat down on the couch, following my first demand. Her fingers didn’t meet as she wrapped her slender hand around me.

“That’s it. Grip it,” I said, and I smiled as she obeyed. “Stick your tongue out.” She did, and I rubbed myself all over her tongue. She was no doubt tasting the salty liquid already on my tip.

“Good girl.” I hummed my approval from above, and Isabella relaxed a bit below me. So she wanted to be praised as much as she wanted to be directed? Got it.

“Eyes up here,” I said, and she listened, looking up at me. “Now, open your mouth wide.”

And goddammit, Isabella listened. I slid my wet cock past her lips and into the warmth of her mouth. I wasn’t going to last long. I placed a hand on the back of her head and gripped her hair, guiding her down on me.

“Fuck, you take me so good.” I felt her murmur against me. The vibrations sent a shiver down my legs. The sound of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth filled the office. The noise was filthy and crass, and I wanted to bottle it up to listen to it for the rest of my life. If someone came down the hall now, there was no doubt they would hear.

I was breaking about a million rules at this moment. I couldn’t decide which was worse: disobeying the bro code or the inevitable sexual harassment laws on the line. But my cock felt at home in between Isabella’s lips, and I wanted to come down her throat so badly I wouldn’t stop even if Dominic called my name.

I pulled Isabella’s hair back a bit more, to get it out of her face, and like the good girl she was, she kept her eyes up and locked on mine.

“Next time, I’m going to take my time with you, but for now, you’re going to let me fuck your face and come down your throat, okay?” I felt her nod slightly, never pulling back. I slid myself out of her mouth. “Catch your breath for me.”

Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and god, I could’ve come from the sight of that alone. I waited as long as I could for her to catch her breath and get ready for me before I said, “Open.”

And she did. I gripped the back of her head as I shoved my cock in her mouth and pumped myself inside of her. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she kept her focus.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn beautiful.” I couldn’t help the words that tumbled out of my mouth, and I hoped this felt as freeing for Isabella as it did for me. She relaxed her mouth a bit more and gave me the space I needed to get a little deeper.

She kept one hand wrapped around me, but the other she threaded up and reached for my tie. She tugged on the fabric, bunching in between her hands to steady herself. I remember the feeling when we were down in the cellar. Like I wanted her to climb into my skin.

I watched her every movement, creating a snapshot in my mind for the next time I needed to jerk off. Isabella was every man’s wet dream, and I wasn’t sure why she, of all people, didn’t see that. Fuck Nikos. But also, thank you, Nikos, for sending her back home. To me.

With my orgasm building in my belly, I was about to explode. I slowed as I found my release, and my cock pulsed inside her mouth. “Take it all, Isabella, I want you to swallow every last bit of me.”

And she did. I felt her throat flex as my cock sat in her mouth. I never wanted to leave. This was where I belonged. Inside her. I finally pulled myself out of her mouth and tucked myself back into my pants, pulling up the zipper and tucking in my shirt. I knelt down in front of Isabella as she sat on the edge of the couch, catching her breath. Her chest was flushed, and her lips were swollen.

I grazed her bottom lip with my thumb again. “You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you.” I reached behind me for a bottle of water, twisted the cap off, and handed it to her. “Here, drink this, you need to rehydrate.”

She brought the bottle to her lips and started drinking. She was such a good listener. I would need to make sure to stop and get her some food before I dropped her off at home. Isabella chugged half the bottle before pulling it away from her mouth and catching her breath.

“Shit, you’re not sick are you, Iz?” Dominic’s voice caught us both off guard as we looked over to where he stood in the doorway. He must have stayed late tonight to work upstairs. “You look all feverish or something.”

Isabella smiled at her brother. “Nope, not sick, just couldn’t breathe there for a minute. I’m good now.”

I grinned down at my feet as I stood. Yeah, she couldn’t breathe all right. Because one of his best friends just had his cock shoved down his sister’s throat.

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