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It burns as it slides down my throat, sending a tingle through my entire body. It’s filthy and hot all at once. He finally pulls away, and I let out a breath. Is he done with me? But his next words prove me wrong.
“Come over here, kitten.”
I slide off the table, and my eyes nearly bulge out of my skull. He’s already seated on the lounge chair, his pants undone just enough to free his cock and it’s huge.
My pussy clenches at the sight, at the memory of the pain and pleasure from the last time he was inside me.
He strokes himself slowly, deliberately. I thought he looked sinful in that tailored suit, but with his chest bare now, I see the full picture—defined abs, solid pecs, thick arms veined and strong.
His skin is a canvas of tattoos, each one more dangerous than the last. The head of his cock glistens with precum, and he catches me staring.
“You like what you see?” he rumbled, his voice low and heavy, carrying a dangerous promise I couldn’t ignore. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I quickly look away, flushing a deeper shade of pink.
“I don’t like repeating myself,” he warns.
I close the distance between us immediately. The sting from his last spanking still lingers faintly on my ass, a not-so-subtle reminder of what happens when I disobey.
Now I’m standing before him. He’s still lazily stroking his length when, without warning, he grabs my waist and turns me to face away from him. Then he lifts me onto his lap.
“Spread your legs.”
I obey, draping my thighs on either side of his, my heels resting on the edge of the chair. I’m spread open, fully exposed, and as he shifts beneath me, I realize exactly what he intends. He’s going to make me sit on his cock.
“Wait—” Too late. His hands clamp down on my waist, and he forces me down onto him, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
I scream—sharp and raw—as pain and pleasure collide inside me. Tears slip from the corners of my eyes. I can see the bulge of his cock in my stomach. I’m completely helpless on top of him, and he knows it.
He starts moving me, up and down his length using me like a toy. Then he grips my waist with one hand, the othercupping my breast, and begins thrusting upward into me, hard and relentless.
His hips piston against me, and I scream, moan, cry—completely undone as he fucks me from below. His hand moves from my waist to my clit, rubbing in fast, brutal circles.
The other wraps around my neck, firm but not choking, just enough pressure to remind me who’s in control. Then he leans in close, his breath hot on my ear.
“If you so much as think about going to the police with what you saw,” he growled, the sound vibrating against my skin, “you’ll be dead before you can utter a single word.”
A violent shiver tears through me. My nipples harden at his threat. I scream as my pussy clamps around him, milking his cock, convulsing as I come apart in a blinding wave of pleasure.
My vision goes blurry. I don’t even notice when he spills inside me, I’m already drowning in sensation, like I might die from the intensity.
He finally releases my throat, and I gasp for air, panting heavily. Without a word, he lifts me off him. I whimper at the sudden emptiness.
He pulls a handkerchief from his suit jacket, wipes himself clean, and tucks his cock back into his pants and got dressed like he didn’t just fuck me senseless. Then he stands, looking down at me with a fierce, unreadable expression.
“You’re to resume work tomorrow—at the office. As my assistant.” “Get dressed,” he adds coldly. “My men will escort you home. And I’ll be watching.”
His gaze demands obedience. I nod quickly, too breathless and spent to argue. Then a gunshot rings out.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Luca
Aflurry of gunfire erupts. Ariel freezes, her eyes wide as she stares at me in horror. “Get dressed. Now,” I repeat, a little harsher than intended. She scrambles for her clothes, fumbling as she pulls them on.
“What’s going on?” she asks, her voice trembling.
“Gunfire.”
Her hand flies to her mouth and tears well up in her eyes. Then she whispers something I don’t catch. The look on her face pisses me off.
