Page 84 of Royal Desire

My eyes widen, but I have no response.

I lost my virginity to Payne the same time he lost his to me. It was after prom our junior year of high school. Girls talk about their first time being awkward and not good. But that wasn’t me. Payne gave me two orgasms first and went to every length to make sure he didn’t hurt me. We’ve been having sex ever since.

But what Payne has never done is fuck me.

“Who can blame him?” Owen goes on and takes two steps in my direction. “A sweet little piece like you? Having that pussy whenever he wants? My son is like me ... smart. He knows a good thing when he has it.”

I feel my face heat with mortification, but my body runs instantly cold. The combination sends chills down my spine. I never should’ve agreed to come in. I try to step around him, but he blocks me.

I look up at him. “I need to leave.”

He shakes his head and advances on me one more step. “I don’t think so. We’re just getting started.”

I straighten my spine. “I have no desire to talk to you—ever again if I can help it.”

“My only goal is for you to not talk to my son again,” he growls.

A cold sweat breaks out over my skin. I put my hand up to push him away so I can get to the door, but it does no good.

I cry out in agony when he grabs my arm and jerks my body around. He presses his chest to my back and pushes me into the front of his desk. “You’re not leaving here until you and I come to an agreement.”

“Please,” I beg. “Let me go.”

With one hand still gripping my arm, he fists my hair in his other and slams me into his desk. My cheek is pressed to a pile of papers, and the only thing in my view is an empty crystal decanter and glass of liquor. The stench fills my senses. But I really panic when he presses his groin into my ass.

No.

No, no, no.

This cannot be happening.

I fight and writhe and kick, but his hold on my hair tightens. He yanks so hard, my neck arches. I stop fighting and cry out from the hair ripping from my scalp.

His tone turns into something I’ve never heard before. More callous. More menacing. More severe.

He lifts my head with his hold on my hair and slams my face into the desk again. Agonizing pain shoots through my skull.

“Please. Please, stop.”

“I’ll only stop when you stop,” he growls. “You’re the one holding all the power. Break up with Payne. He’s too pussy whipped. He’ll never end it with you. But you will end this with him.”

I shake my head in the small space I have to move. “No. I won’t.”

He grinds his groin into me harder. It doesn’t matter how much I squeeze my eyes shut, the tears still leak out. “What do I have to do to convince you? I could pay you off, but I’m not giving you a dime of my money.”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

He leans down, pressing me facedown to the desk with his chest. I can’t move a muscle. He lets go of my arm and pushes his hand between us. He pries my legs open violently and gropes me from behind through my jeans.

Sobs wrack my body.

“Maybe I should sample what my boy is so obsessed with, huh?”

His hold between my legs tightens to the point of pain. I cry out, unable to form words.

“We’re going to make a deal, Ruby.” He spits my name with malice. “I’m no idiot. I’m sure Payne has told you about our encounters when we don’t see eye to eye. That’s nothing compared to what I will do to him if you don’t leave.”

“No.” The word seeps from my quivering lips as tears stain my face and bleed over the papers I’m pressed to. He hasn’t touched Payne in years. Payne is every bit as big as Owen now. There’s no way he could hurt him like he used to.