Page 27 of His Dark Desires

I want to see something else in Sophia's eyes.

On the screens, Sophia still paints, unaware of my scrutiny. But it's not enough. I let myself imagine her without the loose sweater and jeans, her soft skin bared to my touch. Unbeknownst to her, I possess other images of her—images that would make her blush if she knew.

With a few touches on the tablet's surface, I access those photos, private, intimate pictures taken by Daniel. I study the curves of her body, her skin creamy and smooth in the glow of the flash. My breath quickens as I envision running my hands along her sides, my thumbs grazing the swells of her chest. They're perfect, full and round, nipples puckered and taut. She has no idea how much I've thought about these photos, how often I've imagined myself teasing those nipples with my tongue, sucking until she cries out.

But that's not all I want. My gaze lingers on the smattering of freckles across her shoulders, down her back. I want to cover them with my lips, taste the salt of her skin. I'd start there, tasting every inch of her, and then I'd continue downward, teasing her with my tongue until she squirms and begs for more.

My cock twitches in Mara's mouth at the thought.

But what I want most of all is to own her, to brand her as mine, mark her so deeply that no one could ever mistake her for anything but mine. I clench my fists at my sides, picturing her underneath me, eyes closed as I thrust into her, again and again, her cries of pleasure muffled by the pillows. I'd leave her spent and sated, my name on her lips, etched forever into her heart.

"Look at me," I murmur, and Mara's eyes flicker up to meet mine. "Keep your eyes on me while you do it."

She obeys, never breaking eye contact as she takes me deeper into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue. No one does this like Mara. She knows exactly what I need, when I need it.

I let out a low groan, tangling my hand in her hair as I thrust, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Her eyes never waver from mine, and she relaxes her throat, taking me even deeper.

But even as my arousal builds, the image of Sophia is still there in my mind. The feeling of incompleteness, of something just out of reach, gnaws at me. I want Sophia. I need her.

I guide Mara's movements, my eyes boring into hers, willing her to understand the depth of my need, the urgency I feel. I won't—I can't—let anything get in the way of what I have planned for Sophia.

I pull Mara up suddenly, popping my dick out of her mouth, and spin her around, my breath hot on her neck. She lets out a little gasp as I push her forward, bending her over my desk. Her hands grasp the edge, knuckles white as she braces herself.

"You know what happens when you disobey."

I feel her body tense in anticipation. I land a sharp slap on her ass, making her cry out. The sound goes straight to my cock, and I smack her again, harder this time. Her flesh reddens under my hand, and I let out a growl of satisfaction.

"Please, Adrian," she begs. "Punish me."

Hearing those words makes my breath catch. I reach for one of the drawers, pulling out a silk scarf I keep for moments like these. Moving behind her, I bind her wrists together, cinching the fabric tight. Her breath quickens, shallow pants that tell me she's enjoying this.

I squeeze her hips and drive into her in one swift thrust, making her cry out. She's wet and ready, and I begin to move, hard and fast. Her bound hands clench the edge of the desk, and she pushes back against me, meeting my rhythm.

My hands dig into her hips, leaving marks. I want to leave my mark on her, brand her as mine. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, along with her soft moans.

"You like that, Mara?" I whisper. "You like being reminded who's in charge?"

"Yes," she breathes. "Please, harder."

I pull her head back sharply. She lets out a gasp that turns into a moan as I thrust into her, again and again. Her bound hands struggle against the silk, but I force her to stay still.

"You obey me," I growl the words against her ear.

"I obey you," she chokes out.

Something about those words sends a jolt through me, and my pace becomes even more frantic. I'm close now, so close, and I let out a ragged groan.

But I'm not ready to finish yet.

With a sharp tug on her hair, I pull out, making her whimper in protest.

"Kneel," I command, pushing her back down to the floor.

Obediently, she lowers herself to her knees, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. I step back, my eyes roaming over her naked body, taking in the flushed skin, the wanting look in her eyes.

"Finish it," I say, my voice hoarse.

Mara swallows, her eyes never leaving mine as she reaches for my cock. She wraps her bound hands around the shaft, stroking me slowly. Her thumb swirls over the head, spreading the pre-cum, and I bite back a groan.

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