Page 66 of His Dark Desires

How could she say no? How could she say yes? I teeter between the two options, agonized by her silence. I want to let her think, but I'm possibly losing her, right this second.

I can't bear it.

"You need to think this long?" I growl, startling her. "Do you even know what you're walking away from?"

"I-I haven't said I was walking away!" she yells back, but her voice doesn't hold the conviction I need.

"You need me to show you what you're trying to leave behind? Huh?"

There it is, the haze of lust passing over her eyes. I know what I do to her. I know that no one else has done it like me.

And no one else ever will.

I pluck the USB drive from her fingers, and she doesn't resist. The weight of it—my entire empire condensed into this tiny device—feels insignificant compared to the electricity crackling between us. I set it on my desk with deliberate care.

"Whether you choose to stay or go," I say, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "you still need to be punished for this betrayal."

Sophia's breath catches. Her pupils dilate, and a visible shiver runs through her body. The sight of her reaction ignites something primal in me. This is what we both need—what we crave.

I grasp the back of her neck, my fingers threading through her hair. With firm pressure, I guide her down until she's bent over my desk. Her hands splay across the polished surface, pushing items off and sending them crashing to the floor. I can feel the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my grip.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" I lean close, my words brushing against her ear. Her only response is a shaky exhale that tells me everything I need to know.

I pull up her dress, baring that perfect ass to me. My fingers trace the outline of her pussy through her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her core. She's wet already, the evidence of her desire making my cock twitch. But I won't give her what she wants.

I grab a fistful of hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her back against me. Her moan vibrates through my hand, sending a jolt straight to my groin. I slap her ass, hard. The sound echoes through the room, followed by her sharp gasp. I take control, and she gives it to me.

"This is for plotting against me," I growl, the intensity of my voice matching the force of each subsequent smack. Her ass cheeks turn pink, then red, as I lay down the punishment she craves. With each spank, she seems to savor the pain, her moaning growing louder.

"You like that, don't you?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous. "You like being reduced to this."

"Yes," she breathes. "I'm sorry, Adrian. I'm sorry for betraying you."

I tug her hair, forcing her head back. "What do you want, Sophia?"

"I want you," she whispers, her voice thick with need. "I want your punishment. Please."

I smack her ass again, relishing the power I have over her. "Again. Louder. Tell me what you want."

"I want your punishment, Adrian!" she cries out. "Please, punish me. I've been so bad, and I need it. I need you."

Her words send a rush of blood straight to my cock. I want to fuck her senseless, brand her as mine, but not yet. I pull again, bringing her close, our bodies flush against each other.

"You're mine, Sophia," I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. "Say it."

"Yours," she pants. "Always yours." Her ass squirms against my cock with need.

I push her face down onto the cold desk surface, her breath coming in quick gasps. Her ass is a work of art, and I want to worship it. I rip her panties down, baring that perfect flesh. Her skin is flushed, and I know my mark is there, a brand of my possession.

I press my nose against her ass, inhaling her musky scent. She jerks at the intimate contact, a soft cry escaping her. My tongue traces the puckered entrance, tasting her. Her body shudders as I continue my exploration, my tongue slowly running along her crack.

Her skin is like a drug, and I can't get enough. I want to devour her, mark every inch of her as mine. My tongue flicks against her, earning another cry of pleasure.

I can't resist any longer. I slip a finger into her pussy, already wet and ready for me. Her hips buck, seeking more. I add another finger, stretching her, feeling her heat envelope me.

Her moans fill the room as I tease her clit, circling it with my thumb while my fingers plunge deep. Her body bucks wildly, riding my hand as I increase the pace.

"Please," she whimpers, her body on the edge. "Let me come!"

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