Page 88 of Darkest Deception

But am I ready to accept that whatever happened last night was, in fact, something I truly wanted and not a mistake?

“Yes.” I jut my chin out.

Helia’s eyes drop. The black takes over the green in them, and he suddenly seems too tall, too muscular, too strong, and too large against me.

He feels threatening.

So why does my stomach drop in anticipation at seeing what he may demand in retribution of me denying it?

“You will deny something you begged for? You will deny something you wanted?” he grits out, his hold on my waist tightening. His other hand slowly climbs up my body, past my breasts until it reaches under my jaw.

“It didn’t mean anything. A moment of weakness. We all have them.” I try to shrug, but it’s not possible with him holding me so tightly to him.

With each intake of breath, my nipples brush against his chest. I feel the zaps run through my veins, the pit of my stomach fluttering and my knees weakening at his possession.

“So your pussy didn’t beg for my fingers? Your pussy didn’t weep as soon as I pushed my fingers inside?”

I shake my head, then lean forward, brushing my lips softly against his. “No,” I whisper.

“On your knees.”

I reel my head back from his demand. One I am supposed to comply with. “What?”

He dips his chin to the floor. “On your knees, Ambrose.”

He must be joking.

“No. I never have and never will bow to a man. Find yourself another woman.” I push at his chest, and he lets me go but instantly cages me against the edge of his desk, his arms on either side of me.

“You will get on your knees for me, right fucking now,” he grits out.

“And I said no.” I cross my arms and turn my face away from him. He grabs my chin between two fingers and wrenches me back towards him.

“On. Your. Knees.” His eyes leave no room for argument.

He looks menacing. He looks crazy. Helia looks terrifying in this moment.

And I am shamelessly begging him in my mind to push me more.

His dominance is calling out to my dark pleasures.

“I will open this door, dip my hand in your trousers, knowing exactly how wet your pussy is, and watch you scream out my name in front of everyone on this floor.” He leans closer, his lips brushing my ear.

“You know how fast gossip travels around this company, don’t you? You know how many people in this building hate you. How about I humiliate you and add disdain to the general sentiment?”

My eyes burn. I clench my hands into fists but just the image he has painted in my hand of him fucking me with his fingers again, wrenching out orgasm after orgasm with the door open while my moans echo down the hallway has me panting for more.

Like the dirty woman I am, my desire leaks through my underwear.

“You want to play that game? I will not only win, I will destroy everything you stand for; so get on your knees, Ambrose.”

It’s hard, but as I narrow my eyes at him, I know I will do it.

Not because of his threat, but because of the disgusting anticipation bubbling in my chest.

“I see the look in your eyes. I see the want and need for me, so let me give it to you,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb over my chin, back and forth.

“You want me and it’s killing you to admit it. Ambrose doesn’t admit defeat in front of a man, does she?” He looks at me like he can read me, and maybe he can.

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