Page 82 of Court of Lies and Deceit

“You ruthless villain,” I press out. It comes out like something halfway between a curse and a moan.

He lets out another dark chuckle that dances over my skin. “Ready to beg for mercy yet?”

“You—”

A gasp interrupts my curse as he traces his index finger around my entrance. Pleasure crackles through me, and the storm of tension inside me thrums harder. Every nerve in my body is wound so tightly that I can barely concentrate. Draven toys with my clit while teasing his finger over my entrance again. A desperate moan rips from deep within my chest.

“I’ll settle for apleasethis time,” Draven whispers in my ear.

I try to shift my position, but his firm hand around my throat is still keeping me trapped and balancing on my toes. Squirming against his firm chest, I drag air into my lungs while the tension inside me thrashes like a lightning storm.

“Please,” I gasp out.

He smiles against my skin. Moving his hand, he lowers me down gently until I’m standing firmly on my feet again. Then he releases my throat and slides his hand away from my clit. The loss of his hands against my skin is so jarring that I just stand there, dragging in desperate breaths while pent-up tension still crackles inside me.

Draven draws a finger down my spine. “Now, are you going to bend over that table or should I do it for you?”

His voice snaps me out of my stupor, and I blink repeatedly until I can once again see the desk before me. It’s a sleek thing, made of pale wood, and positioned so that one of the short sides sticks out from the wall, providing whoever wants to sit in the chair a view out of the windows across the room instead of making them stare into the pale stone wall.

Taking a half step forward, I bend over the table’s short side and brace my forearms on the smooth wood before widening my stance.

“Good girl.”

A desperate noise rips from my throat.

Draven slides his hands up my thighs and then takes my hips in a firm grip. My clit throbs as he adjusts my position. Then another desperate gasp escapes my lips as I feel the crown of his cock press against my pussy.

“So wet,” Draven murmurs.

Frustration and pent-up need crackles through me. “If you don’t?—”

He gives my ass a firm slap.

I gasp, forbidden pleasure shooting straight through my spine and making my clit throb with desperate need.

Then he thrusts inside me.

A moan spills from my lips as Draven’s thick cock slides into me in one firm stroke, filling me completely. Pleasure curls around my spine, and I squeeze my hands into fists. Draven tightens his grip on my hips but keeps his cock in place for another few seconds, letting me adjust to his size.

Then he draws out and slams back in again.

Another moan tears from my chest as his cock hits a spot deep inside me.

That mind-bending pleasure starts building inside me again as he starts up a commanding pace. My thighs push against the edge of the desk with every thrust, and the desk slams against the wall, making the painting above it rattle.

I drag in shuddering breaths at the incredible friction his cock creates. The pent-up tension inside me soars, sending me tumbling towards an orgasm. I tilt my head down, pressing my forehead against the cool surface beneath me.

“No,” Draven says.

A strong hand slides into my hair.

Another burst of forbidden pleasure crackles through my veins as Draven takes a firm grip on my hair and then winds it around his fist, forcing me to raise my head again. He keeps twisting my hair around his hand until I have to crane my neck back.

“I want to see every flicker of pleasure on your gorgeous face when you come,” he declares.

My heart skips a beat. And then beats twice as hard to make up for it.

With his hand still firmly gripping my hair, he pounds into me. I suck air into my lungs as the pleasure inside me intensifiesuntil I can barely see straight. All I can feel is his commanding grip on my hair and my hip, and his thick cock inside me.

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