Page 51 of His Dark Desires

"Yes, I am a bad girl, sir," she pants. "Punish my ass. Fill it with your cock and make me yours."

Her filthy words make my cock twitch, and I line up with her hole, teasing the tip against her entrance. I push inside slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight heat resist me before giving way. Mara's breath catches as I sink into her, her body tensing.

When I'm buried to the hilt, I pause, savoring the feeling of being sheathed in her ass. Then I start to move, pulling out slowly before snapping my hips forward, pounding into her relentlessly.

The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room—the wet slap of skin on skin, the harsh grunts of our breath. Sweat glistens on our skin, making the glass beneath Mara's hands slick. I reach around, gripping her hip, pulling her back onto me as I thrust forward.

"You like that, you fucking little slut? Tell me."

"Yes!" Mara's moans become urgent, desperate. "Please, fuck me harder. I deserve it. I've been so bad!"

Her words send a jolt of pleasure through me, and I comply, gripping her hips tighter and driving into her with forceful thrusts. The glass table shakes with the force of our movements, the sound filling the room along with Mara's cries.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she chants, her body convulsing with each powerful thrust. "Harder, Adrian, please!"

I lean over her, my hands braced on either side of her, and pound into her with abandon. Mara's ass jostles with each impact, her cries growing louder. I can feel my release building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my gut.

"You like that, Mara?" I growl, my hips stuttering as I struggle to hold on. "You like being punished?"

"Yes, sir, yes!" she gasps, her body shaking. "I'm your bad girl, your slut. Use me, punish me!"

Her words push me over the edge, and I slam into her one last time as I explode inside her.

"Come in me, Adrian," she begs, her voice strained with pleasure. "Fill my ass with your cum!"

I groan, my body tensing as I spill myself into her, my hips jerking uncontrollably. Rope after rope of hot cum fills her ass. Mara cries out, her body shaking with the force of my release.

My chest heaves as I catch my breath. Mara is silent beneath me, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. I don't know when she came. I don't care.

Slowly, I pull out of her, my cock slick.

I step back, admiring the ruin of Mara, her ass red and glistening, her body spent. She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes dark and hungry.

"Now get over here and clean me up."

Mara shivers, her eyes flicking down to my still-hard cock. "Yes, sir," she breathes. "Thank you, sir."

I watch with cold eyes as Mara's pink tongue swipes across my cock, cleaning me thoroughly. Her lips wrap around the head, sucking gently, and I suppress a shudder. She knows what she's doing, the little minx. Her hands stroke my thighs.

But I know her game. This is what she wanted. She acted out, pushing Sophia too far, just so she could have this. So she could be on her knees, sucking me off.

Her eyes, dark and hooded, flick up to meet mine. She knows I'm watching, and she gives me a little smirk, her lips still wrapped around my shaft. She's enjoying this, the traitorous bitch, enjoying the power she thinks she has over me.

But I know her type. Mara's loyalty is to herself and her desires, not to me or my goals. This is just a game to her, a way to get what she wants. She'll do it again, no matter how much I punish her. She'll keep pushing, keep testing my limits. I'll deal with her. She thinks she's smart, but I'm smarter, already ahead of her. I'll let her think she's back in my good graces.

For now, I have a mess to clean up—a certain artist to retrieve back into my web.

Chapter 16

Adrian

I'm surrounded by the soft glow of multiple screens. Each display chronicles Sophia's descent into chaos, a symphony of destruction conducted through careful manipulation of seemingly random events.

My fingers trace across the surface of my tablet, scrolling through reports detailing the gallery's sudden "financial difficulties," the result of a few strategic calls, subtle pressures applied in the right places. The lease violations required more finesse and a little research. It needed to be serious enough to warrant immediate action, yet subtle enough to seem like an unfortunate discovery rather than orchestrated harassment. The solution presented itself in her building's outdated electrical system. A few modifications to the inspection records showed her unit drawing dangerous levels of power—consistent with the kind of equipment used in small-scale drug manufacturing. The building's ancient wiring made it a legitimate fire hazard.

An anonymous tip to the landlord about strange chemical smells combined with the doctored power readings did the rest. The property manager had no choice but to act immediately. Even if Sophia fought it, the legal battle would drain what little resources she had left.

The social media feeds scroll past, Marina's accusations spreading like wildfire through the art community. Such a useful pawn, so eager to tear down a rival at the slightest encouragement. I watch the comments pile up, knowing they're only driving Sophia further into isolation.

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