Page 67 of Queen of Madness

I should think twice about what I’m about to do. Or maybe even think it overonce. But it’s impossible, my feet and brain now overruled by my need to dominate and lay claim.

Barbaric, perhaps, but the urge is too overwhelming to ignore.

I push open Onyx’s French doors more forcefully than necessary before slamming them shut. She doesn’t move a muscle, her eyes focused on whatever task I plan to interrupt.

“Here’s what I don’t like.” I take wide steps toward her, my adrenaline pumping through my ears so wildly I almost don’t hear her.

“What makes you think I care about your dislikes?” She raises an arched brow, shifting her gaze away from her computer only briefly.

“You do, so cut the bullshit. And while you’re at it, admit why you sent me away to have a meeting with a model.”

“A bit melodramatic, Kane.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you call it. I didn’t like it.”

She turns to face me now, her eyes following my path as I round her desk and force her chair to me. “Oh, my. Do I need to remind you of your place? How you are here to do as I bid, and I couldn’t care less about what you like or not?”

I pin both her hands to the armrest of her chair and lean in, so my breath coasts over her nose as my voice lowers to a near growl. My vexation only strengthens when my eyes rove over her open suit jacket with the gold necklace falling between pressed-together breasts. Fucking corsets are the devil.

“Do I need to remind you who you belong to, Boss?”

A grin splits her face, and my veins physically hurt from the anger swelling them. This only spurs her on, her eyes lighting with challenge, and her lips wet with temptation.

Fuck it.

I smash my mouth against hers, fighting her struggle as she tries to slip from under me. Her lips are soft, yet firm—molding to mine while resisting at the same time. She’s everything I’d thought she’d feel like, but more, and already the addiction I have to her spreads. And I decide in this moment, I will kiss her every fucking day for as long as I’m breathing.

Before I can deepen the kiss, a sting of pain radiates across my lip, followed by the distinct taste of copper.

She bit me.

I smirk, pulling away from her and expecting to see her furious. But instead, I see something else entirely. From her neck to her nose, she’s flushed a soft pink, her mouth swollen and painted in my blood. Her eyes are low, a lust burning through them like I’ve never seen before, while her chest moves rapidly as she takes quick breaths.

My cock becomes rock hard, the sudden need to forgo everything and fall inside her too overwhelming.

I grant myself a moment to reclaim her lips, my tongue darting inside as she opens for another breath, and it’s then she finally succumbs.

She threads her hands through my hair, tugging me closer while pushing me away. She’s conflicted, and it only piques my interest. My curiosity.

I grab either side of her hips, lifting her from her chair and dropping her roughly on the desk. My mouth finally breaks from hers, nipping harshly at her jaw and down her neck as I rip the slacks from her legs.

Her gasps fuel me as I seize the delicate lace hiding the pussy I need to sink into and jerk, snapping the fabric and tearing it away. I don’t take time to admire her soft curves or the look of her spread and waiting, but instead I slip my own slacks and boxers down enough to free my throbbing dick.

I barely allow myself enough time to line it up before impaling her to the hilt.

She screams out, and I immediately slap a hand over her mouth. “Aht, aht. Not until you tell me what I want to hear.”

Her eyes widen, rage and need fighting for who wants to be appeased more. But when I pull out and drive back in harder, lust wins. Her eyes flutter closed, her head falling back with a heady moan.

“Attagirl,” I purr, dragging my cock out and powering back in. “Open up for me.”

And she does, her legs wrap around my waist, and my hands return to her hips, keeping her steady at the edge of the desk as I fuck her.

Nothing about it is sensual or soft. It’s about a mutual understanding. But of course, she has to fight me on it.

She plants her heels at the edge of the desk and pushes at the perfect time. We both fall back and my ass lands into her chair with her still on top of me. A vicious smirk curls the sides of her lips as she lifts her cunt almost completely off my dick, then slams back down.

“Fuck,” I groan, loving the way her warm muscle wraps around me. But once she does it three times over, I realize what she’s doing.

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