Page 77 of Darkest Deception

His laugh is loud, booming in the office, and then I feel it. His cock straining in his trousers against my ass.

“Just like I want to fuck you every time I see you, and yet I still want to claw my hand into your chest to kill you for making me desire you, for being an inconvenience in my life.” He rolls his hips into me, and my mouth falls open at the sheer length and girth of his cock.

If we were to ever fuck, I don’t know how he would fit. He will have to force his way in, and I know for a fact that Helia isn’t one to go slow.

“I will never make that mistake,” I manage to say.

His hand tightens around my throat, and he thrusts against my ass.

Fuck.

“What—”

I feel his lips on my neck, robbing me of any coherent thoughts.

His kisses are light before he sucks sharply.

He keeps sucking, grazing his teeth across my skin, making my legs twist under me, desire pooling in between them.

“Helia,” I whimper.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

We aren’t supposed to do this.

What am I doing standing here and feeling my body desire him?

“Admit it, or I will not let you go until I mark every inch of your milky skin,” he says against my skin.

“No. We are in the office,” I continue, but he growls, his teeth grabbing hold of my skin at the junction of my shoulder.

“Does it look like I give a fuck, Ambrose?”

No. No, he doesn’t.

He nibbles on that part before he lets go and runs his hot, wet tongue over the bite as if to soothe it. I know I will be covered by many hickeys if I don’t capitulate.

“If given the chance, I would fuck you here on the table so everyone outside knows that you belong to me.” He mutters, his hand sprawled on my stomach, making me sigh in pleasure.

“Admit it, Ambrose.”

His mouth latches onto the other side of my neck.

I can’t have hickeys on display. My concealer can only hide so much. But he keeps going. He isn’t stopping. His fingers on my stomach create small erotic circles that almost make me moan.

No. Stop.

If he doesn’t stop, I might give in, and I don’t want to lose this battle.

“Fine. Fuck,” I snap.

He stops.

Waiting.

My harsh breaths echo in the office, the soft chatter from outside reminding me where we are. A laugh bounces around every once in a while, but there is only silence in Helia’s office.

“I dreamt of you, in my bed, using… a knife to cut through…” I swallow. “Cut through my shirt.”

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