Page 76 of Realm of the Wicked

She laughed softly. ‘It’s not even revealing.’

‘It’s not the point,’ I groaned, wrapping her legs around me. ‘The point is that you are beautiful, and this dress makes me crazy, and now you’re here, on my desk, beautiful in this dress.’

Stella wrapped her arms around my neck, curving her body against me, pressing every inch of her skin she could against mine, and desperation was growing deep within me. She was mine, and I was never going to let her go.

I growled, kissing down her neck, her shoulder, any bare skin I could find. I’d do whatever it took. Sacrifice a thousand people. Mark her up. Claim her as my own. Stella would never doubt that she was mine, and Clarissa would never be able to take that away from us.

Stella rocked against me and my kisses, and I moaned into her soft flesh. I pushed the yellow dress up higher, over her thighs, and it ripped as I pushed it, desperate for more access to her skin.

‘Damien!’ she scolded, trying to push the dress back together even as she raised her neck so I could kiss it again.

‘I don’t care,’ I muttered. ‘I’ll get you another one. I’ll get you a thousand of them. One for every day in eternity.’

Oh, the things I was going to do to her in this dress, each of them more depraved than the last. None of them were appropriate for an audience. I snapped my fingers, the door behind us slamming shut.

Stella blinked, raising an eyebrow at me. ‘I always forget that you can do that.’

‘That one of the few perks of being linked to Hell for eternity is a few parlor tricks?’ I shoved the remnants of her dress down, leaving her entirely exposed to me, and ran my eyes greedily down every inch of her skin. ‘I thought you weren’t impressed by a little bit of magic.’

‘I’m not.’ She smirked, grabbing the back of my neck. ‘What else can you do?’

I grinned back. ‘Watch this.’

I snapped my fingers, and Stella found her arms immobilized by my shadows behind her back, stuck to my desk and to each other. The angle forced her breast out, closer to my eager mouth.

She looked up, wide-eyed, and then back at me, her pupils large. ‘Oh.’

I dragged one hand down her arms, knowing she wanted to wiggle away from me, but couldn’t. ‘I let you be in control once. This time, I’m going to show you what it’s like when I’m in control.’

She sighed, nodding, desperately fighting against the magic that had her stuck to my desk.

I sucked on the delicate skin of her neck, knowing I would leave a mark, and wanting to cover her in them. ‘I want you to show me how well you can listen for me. I want you to not make a single sound. Show me how well you can listen to instructions, and I’ll make you feel so good.’

Stella nodded again, quicker this time.

‘So good for me, Bambi. Such a sweet, sweet girl for me.’ I undid my pants, freeing my hard cock, fisting myself slowly.

Stella watched, eyes wide, captivated.

I licked my lips. ‘Is this what you want?’ I whispered.

‘Please.’ She spread her legs wider on my desk.

Her, spread like this on my desk, every single day would make my work so much more enjoyable.

I released my cock, sliding a finger into her, and then another, making sure she was wet and ready for me. Her heat was so delicious, the way she pulsed around my fingers, addicting. She was perfect.

‘Okay, Bambi,’ I murmured, pulling my fingers out of her and licking them clean while she watched, frozen. Fuck, she was delicious. ‘So fucking good. Now, be nice and quiet for me, and I’ll make you come on my cock. If you make a sound, I’ll stop.’

I widened her legs with my hips, and slowly entered her in one smooth, slow thrust of my hips. ‘There we go,’ I said as her pussy gripped my cock, her legs wrapped around my hips, and Stella breathing heavily against me. ‘Isn’t that better?’

‘Yes. Fuck. Oh!’ Her eyes widened as she realized she had already failed at being quiet.

‘Shh, Stella. You’re supposed to be silent.’ I smiled as I forced myself deeper, and deeper still, knowing I would never deny her pleasure. ‘You’re not very good at listening, are you?’

‘You’d be bored if I was. And I wouldn’t be on your desk if I did…’ Her voice trailed off as I pushed against her stomach, forcing more pressure.

‘True. Maybe I need to rethink my rules.’