Page 69 of Hers to Command

His mouth crashes down on mine, and all the tension of my day melts away. His hands grip me tighter, and I let myself get lost in the way he takes control.

He lifts me onto the edge of the desk like I weigh nothing. Then his mouth moves down my neck and then even lower, opening the buttons of my blouse. His lips move over my skin, his tongue darting out to lick me. My head falls back on its own accord and I let him tease me until his teeth close on my nipple and bite down.

I grab his hair and pull him back, even as my pussy contracts around nothing, begging to be filled and have him nip at me some more.

He’s claiming me, but I’m going to claim him right back.

We pull apart, both breathless.

Riccardo presses his forehead to mine, his hands resting on my thighs as if grounding himself. His breathing is uneven, and I feel a strange sense of satisfaction at the sight of him like this. Definitely not fully in control.

My leg shifts to push between his, and my hands slide down his body. Riccardo’s breath hitches as my fingers trail lower, brushing against his belt. His eyes darken, and I wonder how he feels about the fact that he likes it when I’m taking charge.

I don’t give him time to overthink it. My fingers curl around his belt buckle, undoing it nice and slow, all the while keeping my eyes locked on his. “Still want to talk about dinner?” I ask, my voice teasing.

His response is immediate. His hands move to my waist, yanking me closer with a roughness that sends a thrill down my spine. “No,” he growls, and I can’t help the wicked grin that spreads across my lips.

“Thought so,” I whisper, sliding off the desk. I grab his tie from the desk and wrap it around his neck like a leash.

Before I can push him any further, he grabs me by the hips and spins us both around, pinning me to the nearest wall. His body presses against mine. One of his hands tangles in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp.

“Do you like teasing me?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “Because I like teasing you back.”

I bite my lip, my fingers digging into his shoulders as his free hand slides down to grip my ass. “Maybe I like it when you push back,” I taunt, arching against him.

In a quick motion, he lifts me off my feet, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries me out of the office and up the stairs.

We barely make it to the bedroom before he’s tossing me onto the bed, his tie slipping from my hands as I land. Once he’s pulled off his clothes, Riccardo is on me in an instant, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his mouth claiming mine with a force that leaves me dizzy.

His hands are everywhere, skimming up my thighs, tugging at the hem of my skirt, pulling it over my hips. In response, I drag my nails down his back as I lift my hips to help him strip me bare.

“Don’t let your new position get to your head,” he mutters, his lips brushing against the curve of my jaw as he nips at my skin. “You’re not in charge everywhere.”

I laugh breathlessly, my fingers curling into his hair. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Riccardo growls, the sound vibrating against my throat as he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head.

“You want to claim me, Anya?” he asks, his voice a low rasp. “Then do it.”

I don’t hesitate. I arch against him, rolling my hips, and the curse that slips from his lips is enough to make my confidence soar.

Riccardo doesn’t give me any time to gloat before his free hand grips my hip, tilting me to meet him as he thrusts into me. It’s deep and rough, his pace unrelenting as he takes control completely. The intensity knocks the air from my lungs, and I can only cling to him, my nails digging into his back, hopefully leaving some marks.

The sound of the bed creaking barely registers over the rush of blood in my ears and the slap of skin against skin. My legs tighten around his waist, drawing him deeper, and I feel the way his muscles tense as he adjusts his angle. Every shift sends fire racing through my veins, and his rough rhythm drives me closer to the edge.

His hand moves, sliding between us, and his fingers find the sensitive bundle of nerves that’s been begging for attention ever since I walked into his office. The pressure of his thumb circling it sends a shock wave through me and I arch off the bed, my body responding before my mind can catch up.

His other hand is still keeping my wrists pinned above my head and fuck but it feels good to just let him take me after an entire day of worrying if I’m making any bad calls.

My head falls back, and a strangled cry breaks free as I shatter, the release hitting me hard and fast. My body clenches around Riccardo’s cock, but he doesn’t slow down, his hips snapping against mine as he uses me to get himself off.

I watch through barely open eyes how the tension in him coils tighter and tighter, and when he finally spills into me, his groan is raw and primal, his body trembling against mine as the last waves of pleasure crash over us.

The man is fucking beautiful.

When we finally collapse together, our bodies tangled and slick with sweat, the room is silent except for the sound of our breathing.

Riccardo shifts, rolling onto his side so he can look at me. His fingers brush a strand of hair from my face, his expression softer now. “There’s something we need to discuss.”

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