Page 89 of Darkest Deception

How could he recite everything, the war I am in with myself, and still want me?

To know how difficult I am and yet still love the fight?

“I hate you.” I get down on one knee. “I despise you.” The other knee hits the floor. “I want to fucking throttle you and kill you.”

A dangerous gleam shines through Helia’s eyes.

“But I want you to fuck me all the same,” I admit. It’s out in the open now.

He knows it.

I know it.

“That doesn’t mean my feelings for you have changed.” It’s a lie.

They have changed. And I did not, under any circumstance, want them to change.

So I am avoiding them.

His hands go to his belt, and my lips fall open with a small inaudible gasp. The clinking of the buckle echoes around the office, and my hands turn clammy. The zipper goes down, and the flaps of his trousers open. My pussy clenches around nothing, wanting attention.

Fuck this.

How could I want someone I hate? Someone who is set on destroying my life?

“Be a good girl, Emerald, and I might give a little attention to that pretty pussy that is craving me.” His voice drops to a soft tone, making my heart melt, but I shake my head internally.

How does he know that too now?

My eyes focus on the outline of his cock beneath his black boxers. It’s thick and huge, pressed against the stretchy material.

“Take my cock out,” he demands.

My hands fly up, perfectly manicured nails dragging along the waistband of his underwear, then I tug.

My mouth waters at the length and girth of his cock. As soon as it’s completely out, it almost hits me in the face. I swallow, just imagining it ripping through me with Helia pounding above me, making me reach impossibly pleasurable heights.

It’s not my first time seeing a cock, but I’ve never seen one this size. My chest constricts, excitement rushing through my veins as I lean forward, sticking my tongue out and licking the pre-cum leaking from it.

“Fuck, don’t you dare tease me,” Helia grumbles from above me.

So, I don’t.

Leaning forward, with a hand on his thick muscular thigh and the other holding his cock at the base, I suck him into my mouth.

Helia’s hand grabs at the desk behind me, his other one on the back of my head.

“You look so good on your knees for me,” Helia grits out.

And he picks up his pace.

And fucks me. Fucks my mouth.

He keeps going, and desire starts to pool between my legs.

“You are doing so well,” he grumbles.

A whine slips out of me, and I find myself aching to be touched, but that hum alone has Helia groaning above me.

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