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At this point, I know exactly what Raven’s footsteps sound like. The rhythm, the weight, the way her right leg hits the floor just a little bit harder than her left, and how my cock’s already stiffening in my pants as she opens the door to my office and stands there, looking at me.
“Mr. Sharpe.”
There’s no reply from me. I simply get up out of my chairand cross the room, stalking toward her like I’m starved. She retreats, looking at me with her beautiful eyes, half shock and half… desire.
She’s missed my touch as much as I’ve missed hers, which tempers my approach the slightest bit. “Where were you this weekend?”
“I… I…“ Her eyes widen, her breath coming in short pants.
I was wrong. I don’t want answers or an explanation. I want to punish her for ruining my weekend, for taking control of my mind and distracting me. I was worried about her, desperate for her while she was out doing God knows what with God knows who, and I was a mess, thinking of nothing but her.
The fuck did this woman do to me?
I close the door, turning the lock manually. I push Raven up against the wall, roughly lifting her chin with my thumb running along her lower lip. Her eyes flare. “I’m sorry.”
I cut off her words with a hard kiss, my lips bruising against hers as I claim her. As she kisses me back, her hands grip my jacket and she pulls me closer.
“Uh-uh, Darling,” I growl, pressing her harder against the wall. “You aren’t in charge this time.”
She nods, gasping when I nip at her neck and then breathily moaning, “Yes!”
“Good girl,” I whisper, and she shivers. “Are you my good girl?”
I’m too far gone to build her up to the depravity running through my body, demanding to be unleashed on Raven.
“I… I am,” she rasps, crying out as I pull her skirt up and unceremoniously cup her mound. “Oh, fuck, Dylan.”
“You’re going to be,” I tell her, stroking her through her panties and feeling her arousal begin to coat the fabric. “I’m going to punish you for leaving me wanting this weekend.” I swat her clit with my fingers. “For not speaking with me all damn weekend.” Another swat, and she swallows,fighting for air. She shudders, her legs trying to give out, but I hold her in place, pinned to the wall with my other hand wrapped around her hip.
She tries to speak, but I don’t want to hear it. Not now. Maybe later after I’ve had my fill of her, marked her, and made her understand that this can’t happen again. What she does to me… how she makes me question things… I can listen. But now…
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Darling, and you’re going to take every bit of it the way a good slut does. Understood?” I stroke up the indented slit of her satin panties, finding her already-swollen clit and circling it until her fabric’s soaked and her hips buck against my thumb.
“Oh, God, Dylan,” she pants. “I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Not as sorry as you’ll be in a few seconds,” I promise her before I kiss her again, strumming three fingers against her clit. She cries out, pushed to her edge too quickly. She writhes against my hand, finding her release. She’s fucking gorgeous, the flush of red that moves from her chest to her cheeks and the lust that shines back in her eyes. I swallow her cries, gripping her throat ever so slightly to muffle her, and it stretches the wave out, another round of spasms racking through her.
She looks up at me with hazy eyes, her mouth dropped open as she starts to smile like she thinks that’s it. A dark chuckle passes over my lips, landing on the sensitive outer shell of her ear. “We’re not done. We’ve barely started.”
I step back, pushing her to her knees and wrapping a fistful of her hair in my right hand. “Now,” I command, “open your mouth like a good girl. We’re going to do something… intense.”
She licks her lips, obeying even as she asks, “What?”
“You are mine, Miss Hill, so I’m going to have all of you,” I whisper. “Including that sweet, perfect ass of yours. It’s mine.” She whimpers at my feet, and the small shred of decency remaining in my soul pauses. “Have you ever…?”
She shakes her head, but she stares up at me with desire. “I’ve had toys there.”
My cock jumps at the idea of Raven with a plug in her ass. I bet that’s a beautiful sight to see. “And did you come from them, Darling?” I demand. “Did you like it?”
“The first time… no,” she confides. “But when I figured out what to do…”
Her voice fades, and I pause, lifting her chin to look me in the eye. “I know what to do,” I promise her. “And if you can’t, you tell me.”
Still, her hands tremble when she pulls my cock out, and I seize them, shaking my head. “Your hands are for your beautiful tits and for rubbing your pussy,” I command her. “Twist them, tweak them, make yourself come as you swallow every inch of me.”
“Yes, sir.” Her eyes flash, letting me know that while I’m in control here, it’s because she’s allowing it. She knows exactly how to punish me too.
She wiggles her skirt even higher, to where it’s no more than fabric gathered at her waist, and then undoes the pretty purple blouse she’s wearing, taking her time as she frees the gorgeous curves of her breasts from the prison of her lacy bra. All the while, heat races through my veins. Fuck, I need her. The dim light of the city behind us curves around her face and her breasts. Just the sight of them makes my dick twitch. Her eyes go to my cock as she smiles softly, pleased with the unconscious reaction she brought forth in me. She leans forward with her tongue out and takes in just the tip.
