Page 38 of The Breeding Cave
“No,” I murmured. “Please, no.”
While he didn’t put his hand back on my pussy, no matter how many times I pleaded, he didn’t pull away from me either. He stood, pressed against me, his hands behind his back and his taut muscles flexing against his suit jacket.
I moved my pussy closer to his thigh and began grinding myself against it like a desperate little mess of a woman. I gripped on to the arm rail behind me and bucked my hips up and down on his suit pants, my skirt riding up my thighs until it was bunched at my hips.
“Desperate, fuckable,” he murmured, “and breedable.”
A wave of heat rushed through my core.
“Why did you lie to me?” he asked.
“I didn’t,” I cried, gripping on to his suit jacket. “I didn’t lie, I promise.”
Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie.
He clicked his tongue and shook his head, but didn’t stop me from getting off on his thigh, ruining his nice suit pants with my juices, breaking all the rules of the corporate world that HR had told me that I had to follow.
“Breed me,” I whispered because I thought it would break him like it had the beast.
I can’t say that to my boss! Stop it!
“I want to be bred. Please, Mr. Bates. Breed me!”
Growls rumbled out from his throat, and I swore his eyes glowed even darker.
“Breed you? You want me to breed you?”
“I love the thought of someone getting me pregnant,” I whispered, closing my eyes and thinking back to the beast’s offer. “Of someone wanting me so much that they have to put a baby inside me.”
The beast didn’t want me that badly; he just wanted to continue his family name.
But if he did want me for that reason …
Fuck!
“You’re not going to get pregnant, rubbing yourself off on my thigh,” he said.
I ground my pussy against his hard cock in his pants. “Then shove it inside me.”
His cock was throbbing against my cunt, creating the biggest imprint against his suit pants that I had ever seen. He was way too hard to pull away now. This was so forbidden, but I couldn’t stop.
A low chuckle escaped his mouth. “I don’t think HR would like that much.”
When the words left his mouth, reality seemed to smack me hard in the face. I blew out a deep breath and stopped grinding against him, suddenly coming back down to reality and realizing that this was so wrong. I had to stop.
Before I knew it, he undid his zipper and pulled out his huge cock. “But it’s not like I give a fuck about what HR thinks.”
My nipples hardened, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “Mr. Bates, I?—”
He stroked it against my pantyhose, his shiny black-and-silver watch glimmering underneath the light. My eyes widened. I swore I had seen that watch before, and it hadn’t been on his wrist, but who …
“Beg for me to fuck your tight little hole again,” he murmured.
“Again?” I whispered, brows furrowed. “What do you mean by ag?—”
Luciano cursed under his breath, which sounded more like a growl, and slammed himself inside me, tearing right through my pantyhose. I pressed a hand over my mouth and cried out into it, coming almost instantly at the feel of his cock deep in my pussy.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
