Page 82 of Dean's Delinquent

His expression, however, turns far more dour. “Jealousy is such a mild sensation to the murderous rage and possessive feelings I’m experiencing right now. To be jealous would denote this pissant is a threat. He’s not. He’s merely an annoyance who thinks he has any claim whatsoever to what I own and hold dear. Jealousy? I apologize that I’ve ever let you think my feelings were so tepid.”

Before I can even open my mouth, he strides over to me and captures my lips with his own. His fingers glide back under my thong to slide deep inside my raw, overwrought pussy. As if my body itself responds to his commands now, a spasm races through me as arousal eases his invasion.

“Fuck,” I groan against his lips as he presses my ass hard into the desk.

The belting he gave me earlier flares to life as he grinds me against the edge, forcing it to dig into my swollen muscles. The pain only spurs me forward, ramping up the pleasure until I’m panting against his lips, begging him to let me come again with my whimpers and moans.

Surely, he won’t be so cruel as to deny me. Not when I’m so fucking close. With a guttural groan, he lifts my thigh to give him better access. His fingers pound into me mercilessly, relentlessly until each inhale is shattered by his thick fingers.

Soft cries vibrate through my throat as I arch up against him. Desperation coils low in my gut like a living thing, like a snake of iniquity winding tighter and tighter until I fear I will snap. Everything tightens, clenching as I rock against his fingers, riding them as if they were his cock.

He curls the tips a bit so he can press against my G-spot, making my eyes cross and my toes curl. How many orgasms does this make it? I’ve lost count by now. Clenching my eyes shut, I arch up into him, meeting him thrust for thrust until everything stops.

My breath stills in my chest for that one infinitesimal moment. My heart stops. There’s no noise except his harsh breaths as they paint my face and neck. And then everything shatters.

Light pierces the darkness behind my closed lids as I give in and allow the orgasm to overtake me. God, but I will never get tired of this. I’ll always want this. Always want him. Tepid? He thought his affection was tepid? The maelstrom he brought into my life was something I could never anticipate, never prepare for.

If anything, picturing the life my parents want for me, that’s what feels tepid. It’s a death sentence, a boring existence filled with faked orgasms and false smiles. It’s filling my life with things as opposed to memories. It’s being seen and not doing.

Dean Anderson only seeks to control my body and heart, never my mind or ambitions. Not like Caldwell. Not like some other rich asshole my parents would set me with. To me, it’s a worthy trade.

I would be whoring myself out either way. Might as well get the better end of the deal. And with the way Dean Anderson twists my insides about, I’m certainly getting the better end of the deal. Even if I married someone older and wiser, I can’t imagine them doing the things to me he does.

My breaths come in haggard gasps as he finally pulls his fingers from my pussy and slips them between his lips. “God, you taste like fucking heaven. Now get going before I blow the rest of my day on that pretty little skirt of yours.”

“Yes, Master,” I smile, my body feeling light and languid as I straighten my clothing.

“Oh, and my pet. When you talk to Caldwell, I want you to remember how your pussy spasms at my touch. I doubt he could even make your clit throb.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m sure I’ll still be dripping. If I’m lucky, he’ll be able to smell you on me.”

With a soft growl, he captures my lips with his again. “Don’t tempt me. I might go all caveman on you and piss down the front of your skirt to tell him to back the fuck off.”

“As nice as that sentiment is,” I laugh. “I would rather not ruin another skirt.”

“Probably for the best, then. I’m certainly rich enough to give you the world, but the thought of spending it all on designer clothes just doesn’t bring me joy.”

With a wink, I blow him a quick kiss and step outside the office. Thankfully, Shelaine has the discretion not to say anything about what she probably heard.

“Your skirt’s a little up in the back.”

A soft giggle escapes my lips as I grip the fabric and pull it down. “Good catch.”

“Gotta look out for each other. Hey. I just want to say I’m really sorry about Luke. He’s... He’s been worse. Believe it or not, he’s actually getting a bit better. Please try to give him some grace. His damage goes really deep. Anything involving me is a major trigger for him. After that, it’s disrespect—real or imagined. We didn’t realize you weren’t an actual member then. There’s no way you’d know what to do or not do.”

“Thank you for that. Apparently, my little investigation caused a lot of issues for a lot of people. I’m sorry if I caused you any distress.”

“I’m used to handling him. Besides, all he had to do was go home and hold our little one, and he was better. At this point, I know how to calm my man down. Just maybe keep that in mind the next time you two interact.”

“Will do.”

Slipping out of the office, I breathe in the cool crisp air, and despite my mind being on the task of finding Caldwell, I can’t seem to stop the shiver of arousal as it slithers up my spine. It’s not nearly as cold as that night he took my virginity, but it’s close enough to make me want to be in his arms yet again.

Thankfully, seeing Caldwell pacing about the quad douses all of those feelings, allowing me to think. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

The relief on his face as he looks up sends a niggle of unease through my body until my gut churns with nausea. What have I said or done to make him think we were so close? Even when we were younger, I never showed him any extra attention or affection. At least I don’t think so. I guess men will always think what they want despite the evidence.

“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. You’re not answering your calls. You’re not answering your texts. I’m running out of time to get my outfit squared away.”

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