Page 67 of The CEO

My free hand tears at her clothing, buttons flying as I rip her blouse open. Her skin is damp from the rain, pale in the dim light, perfect beneath my bloodstained fingers. I mark her with every touch, claiming territory I’ve coveted for eight years.

“Is this what you want?” I demand against her mouth. “To be taken by the monster you’ve been hunting?”

“Yes,” she gasps, arching into my touch as I roughly palm her breast. “God, yes.”

I release her throat to grab her hair instead, yanking her head back to expose the delicate column of her neck. My teeth scrape against her pulse point, not gentle, not careful. She moans, the sound vibrating against my lips.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” I warn, even as I lift her roughly, turning to slam her against the wall instead of the desk. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, locking at the ankles as I press the hard evidence of my desire against her core.

“Then show me,” she challenges, nails digging into my shoulders through my wet shirt. “Show me what you’ve been holding back.”

I rip her jeans open, shoving them down her hips along with her underwear, not bothering with niceties or gentle seduction. This isn’t about pleasure. It’s about claiming what’s mine . . . about punishment . . . about finally taking what I’ve watched from a distance for too long.

My fingers find her already wet, ready for me despite—or perhaps because of—the violence of our encounter. “Look at you,” I murmur against her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “Soaked for a killer.”

“For you,” she corrects, her hands fumbling with my belt. “Only you.”

The admission pushes me further past control. I bat her hands away, opening my trousers myself, freeing my painfully hard cock. Her eyes widen slightly at the size, but there’s no fear in her expression—only hunger, anticipation, and a need that matches my own.

“Last chance to run,” I warn, positioning myself at her entrance, still pinning her against the wall. “I won’t be gentle. I won’t hold back. I will fuck you like I own you, because after this, I do.”

Her answer is to wrap her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. “I’m not running.”

“You should be, you stupid girl.”

With one brutal thrust, I bury myself inside her. She gasps, her back arching against the wall as I fill her completely. For a moment, I remain still, savoring the sensation of being inside her after wanting her for so long. She’s tight, hot, perfect around me.

“Damien,” she whispers, the sound of my name on her lips driving me past the point of restraint.

I begin to move, setting a punishing rhythm that has her gasping with each thrust. Her nails dig deeper into my shoulders, drawing blood that mingles with the stains already there. The pain only spurs me on, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as I drive into her again and again.

“This is what you wanted?” I growl against her ear. “Hmm? To be brutalized by me? Punished for your stupid fucking actions?”

“Yes,” she moans, her head falling back against the wall, exposing the marks I’ve already left on her throat. “Don’t stop.”

“I wouldn’t even if you begged me to. You deserve this, Eve.” I tilt my hips, slamming into her hard and deep until she cries out. “You deserve every painful fucking stroke of my cock.”

I have no intention of stopping. I take her with a ferocity I’ve never shown another lover—all the obsession and desire of eight years channeled into each punishing thrust. The wall rattles with the force of our fucking, the sound of flesh against flesh reverberating in the small office.

Her first climax catches me by surprise, her body suddenly tightening around me, her mouth opening in a silent scream as pleasure overwhelms her. The sight of her coming undone beneath my hands, because of my violence rather than despite it, pushes me dangerously close to my own edge.

I slow slightly, not ready for this to end, not ready to relinquish the control I’ve finally claimed. Pulling back, I withdraw from her body, ignoring her whimper of protest as I turn her roughly, bending her over the desk.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her, positioning myself behind her, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades to keep her pinned against the cold metal. “Not even close.”

I enter her again from behind, the new angle allowing me to drive even deeper. She cries out, fingers scrambling for anything to grasp on the smooth surface of the desk. I reach around to grab her throat again, pulling her upper body back against my chest as I continue to thrust into her.

“Is this rough enough for you?” I demand, tightening my grip on her throat. “Or do you need more? Need me to show you exactly what happens when you push a man like me past his limits?”

“More,” she gasps, reaching back to tangle her fingers in my hair. “I can take it.”

The challenge ignites something even darker within me.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby. I’m going to wreck you.”

I release her throat to grab her hair instead, yanking her head back as my other hand circles around to find her clit. I stroke her in time with my thrusts, feeling her body begin to tremble again with approaching release.

“Come for me again,” I command, my voice harsh with exertion and need. “Come around my cock, Eve. Show me you’re mine.”

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