Page 265 of By His Rule

“So good. So good,” she chants as the sound of slapping skin and heaving breaths fills the room.

My thrusts pick up speed and soon, I’m forced to hold her hips again to stop her shooting up the desk and away from me.

Not happening.

Mine. You’re mine now, Lorelei.

“Fuck. You’re going to come on my dick, aren’t you?” I groan when I feel her beginning to squeeze down on me.

She nods erratically as her body builds higher and higher. It’s incredible to see.

“I want to feel it, Lorelei. Come for me,” I demand. “Come for me, all over my dick where the rest of the city can see who owns you.”

Her head jerks to the side, and her eyes widen as she discovers where we are.

The office is dark enough that we can see everything outside the windows. It doesn’t matter that it’s one-way glass. She doesn’t need to know that right now because her pussy just gushed and she’s a heartbeat away from coming.

“Hot, right? Everyone can see that you’re mine.”

“Oh God. Oh God,” she whimpers before her orgasm drags her under.

Her heels dig into my ass harder, to the point I’m sure she’s drawing blood, her back arches from my desk, and she screams out as her body milks my own release out of me.

“Fuck,” I gasp, refusing to close my eyes as pleasure consumes me.

My grip on her tightens to the point she’s going to have bruises tomorrow, but I can’t stop. I can’t.

The second I’m done, I collapse over her, both of us breathing heavily as we come down from our highs.

“Kian,” she whispers after long, blissful seconds, forcing me to look up.

“Yeah, babe?” I ask with a satisfied smirk playing on my lips.

The second our eyes collide, it’s like her words just dry up. Whatever she wanted to say vanishes, and in its place, there’s nothing but fear.

“What’s wrong?”

She glances at the window.

“Don’t worry, no one can actually see you. It’s?—”

“It’s not that,” she says, wiggling beneath me as if she wants to escape.

“Then what is it?” I ask, pushing myself from her and shuffling back, giving her the space I sense she needs.

She pushes herself up so she’s sitting and stares at the floor for a beat.

“Lorelei?”

Sliding from my desk, she puts her bra back into place and then wraps her dress back around herself, covering up her beautiful body.

“That was a mistake. We shouldn’t have?—”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me?” I bark in disbelief.

How is it possible to go from a high like that to total rejection in a heartbeat?

“Kian,” she breathes.

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