Page 66 of Bitter Confessions

“Are you ashamed for them to see you like this? On your knees, choking on my cock? Getting off on it? Look at me.”

Streaming eyes flicked up and collided with his feral gaze.

“Does it matter what they think? Any man who got a glimpse of you like this would do anything to be in my place.” He rubbed her cheek, which bulged from his cock. “Or would you rather they discovered us with me at your feet eating your cunt, face smeared with you?”

The image made her core pulse.

“Is that what you want, princess? An audience?”

Her heart tripped. Was he threatening her, or...? Her concentration fractured as she registered the sound of men talking. It wasn’t Mo or Johan, who both possessed distinct accents. It must be his staff, or the men from the meeting hanging around, waiting to see how long it would take for Roth to emerge. They sounded so close.

Roth began to fuck her mouth. She slumped against the wall, gripping his legs as a confusing mix of lust, excitement, and terror washed over her. Her deprived inner exhibitionist was in a fucking tizzy as the sounds of his busy office pinged on her senses.

The gap wouldn’t be obvious unless someone was in front of the door. But for all she knew, he had another appointment that could be arriving at any moment. Where the hell were Mo and Johan? She couldn’t hear them, but they had to be nearby. They weren’t sitting in some chairs off to the side where they were getting an eyeful, were they? Waves of searing panic and elation crashed over her. She took her anxiety out on Roth, who hissed and bunched his fingers in her hair.

“Fuck, princess. It’s like that night in the alley—only this time, we won’t be discovered by strangers. Is that what you want?” He braced his arm on the wall and stared down at her with starving, incandescent eyes. “I want them to see your complete submission.” His expression hardened. “The only thing is, the thought of any man seeing the look on your face when you come makes me want to shoot someone.”

He shut the door with a snap.

“One day, I’ll give that to you, but today is mine,” he ground out as he stepped back.

She hauled in a breath and swiped at her mouth. Her lips ached from being stretched so wide. “Give me what?”

“I said I’d fulfill your desires, even the ones you won’t ask for,” he said as he picked her up. “You get off on being discovered and having someone watch. Probably stems from Maximus making sex such a taboo subject.”

She thumped his shoulder as he carried her across the room. “I never asked you to indulge my fantasies or analyze their origins!”

“You make my dreams come true, I do the same for you, even though the thought of it makes me want to slit someone’s throat.”

“Then how...?” She trailed off when he set her on the blueprint all of them had been poring over. “I don’t want to ruin?—”

“I’ll make sure you do.”

He slipped off his jacket and reached to the back of his waist to pull out his gun. He tossed it into a drawer before he sat and rolled his chair forward, so he was between her legs. “Lie back and spread.”

Her legs quivered in anticipation. “I want you inside me.”

“You’ll get me, but first, I’m going to do what I should have done the first time you walked into this office. Now, baby, do what I said.”

Her thighs clamped together as she felt herself oozing. “Your papers...”

“Don’t mean shit to me.” His fingers probed and easily slipped inside of her. His eyes lit with greed, making her seep even more. “You know you want it.”

Her toes curled as his fingers mimicked what he should be doing with his dick. She fought her response as her eyes went to the view beyond him. Having his employees get a glimpse of them was one thing, but there was a potential audience of thousands of the most influential people in the city in the buildings around them.

“Your windows.”

“What about them?”

“If someone sees...”

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

She placed her foot on his shoulder and glared at him. “When have I ever said?—”

“You don’t need to. I can read between the lines in your work and what happened just now. You’re freaked but also turned on.”

“You...” She didn’t get to finish her sentence, because he curled two fingers, making her forget what she was going to say.

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