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I press play again.

“God damn, this cunt tastes so fucking sweet.”

Her back arches, trying to press against me.

“That’s right, baby, you’re gonna surrender. You’ll come harder than you ever have, just for me.”

With a smooth thrust, I sink into her, our eyes locked. “Oh, fuck.” I clench my jaw at how tight and wet she is, her cunt enveloping me. She’s incredible, and I haven’t even started moving yet.

I pull out slowly, savoring the sight of her watching me slide free, her lips parted. I thrust back in, reveling in her gasp. “You like that, doctor?”

She whimpers.

“Tell me how much you like it, and maybe I’ll keep going.”

Her voice is hoarse, eyes glued to where we’re connected. “Yes, please, Axel. I... I like it.”

I grin. “Good girl.”

I start a slow, deliberate rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in, our skin slapping together.

The recording plays in the background, our harsh breathing and my filthy words filling the room as I fuck her. And damn if I haven’t gone to heaven. I suddenly notice how quiet my head has gotten. My head is silent, and all I’m aware of is this pretty little pixie squeezing my dick with her cunt like a goddamn vise.

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WILLOW

My back arches as I surrender to the pleasure. This is wrong, so wrong. The words repeat in my mind, but nothing stops my arousal. His thrusts make me wetter, making me want him even more. I’m burning up, my skin on fire anywhere he touches me. Axel knows how to move, sending me into oblivion. I’m lost to the sensation, my inhibitions forgotten.

He grips my throat, cutting off my oxygen, and the panic that flares in my chest only adds to the intensity. I’m teetering on the edge, every nerve in my body screaming for release. It’s too much and yet not enough. I want to drown in this feeling, in him.

And then, something astonishing happens. As he slams into me, his thick length hitting my sweet spot again and again, I feel a gush between us. A squirt. I’ve never experienced this before, never knew my body could do this, and the realization pushes me even higher. I’m a mess of sensations, my body alive with pleasure, my mind clouded with lust.

I feel animalistic, like I’ve tapped into some wild part of myself, clinging to him, my fingernails digging into his back. At that moment, I know I’ll never be the same. I’ve surrendered to my deepest fantasy, and there’s no going back.

He releases my throat, and I gasp for air, my lungs burning as the oxygen rushes back in.

Axel’s words send a shockwave through my body. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, letting go for me. I’ve dreamed of this, you know. Of having you beneath me, wild and wanting it as much as I do.”

I can feel his eyes on me, taking in my disheveled state, and a surge of something akin to power surges within. I’ve reduced this formidable man, this criminal, to a mess of need. He’s not impenetrable, and the thought only fuels the inferno raging within. “I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you, Willow. Couldn’t get you out of my head. You’re like a fucking drug.”

He thrusts harder, his pace urgent now, and the force of it sends a jolt of pleasure through me. I moan, a strangled sound of need, and he grins, slowing down to drag out the sensation. Teasing me, drawing out my pleasure. I dig my nails into his back, urging him to move faster, needing more.

“Please,” I beg.

“I knew you’d be like this,” he says, his voice a low purr. “Knew you’d be a wild cat when we fuck. But you know what, baby? I want more. I want it all.”

The promise in his words makes my body throb with tension. “What more is there?” I ask, my lips brushing his ear.

He grips my hips, slamming into me with purpose, and the rough pace sends sparks of pleasure through my body. “Everything, Willow. I want all of you. Your body, your mind, your soul. I want you obsessed with me, just as I am with you.”

His words wrap around me like a snake, tempting and dangerous, and I know I should pull away, but I can’t. I’m already drowning in him, in this toxic, forbidden connection. “Axel—I?—”

“Shh,” he says, silencing me with a finger on my lips. “No more talking. Just feel.”

And I do. I let go of my worries and doubts and surrender to the moment, to Axel. The pleasure builds again, an urgent, aching need, and this time, when he sends me hurtling over the edge, I force myself to hold back the scream of release that tries to rip from my throat.

I barely catch my breath before Axel’s hands are on me again. He yanks me out of my chair with such force that I gasp, the sudden movement making my head spin. The world tilts as he manhandles me across my office, his strength overwhelming.

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