Page 90 of The Duplicity of Thieves

Somehow, Aedon still manages to look calm, except for his eyes which are like blue flames ravaging my skin. I rock back and forth, testing my leverage, and he grips the arms of the chair. I hang my arms around his neck and roll my hips back and forth. I can’t help the moans this time. He’s so fucking hard, and the way he fills me up is something I’ll never be able to describe. I don’t know how we managed not to do this before today.

“Touch me, Aedon,” I whisper in his ear. He grabs my hips, digging his fingers in like he’s fighting not to drop me into the abyss. I live in the pain, letting it ground me. My clit brushes against his abdomen, and it sparks a new level of pleasure.

He guides me, faster and faster. His hips start to buck, pounding me from beneath. I already want to come, and I don’t think I can stop it. There's a film of sweat on my skin, and there's dynamite waiting to explode where he hits deep inside of me.

“Come, Jos,” he commands. I couldn’t refuse I tried. He loosens his grip and lets me ride myself into oblivion.

Everything is wet with my cum, and I can’t stop fucking moaning. My legs are like jello, and my body feels like it's been through a traumatic experience. Despite my orgasm, Aedon doesn’t stop. He’s still hard and inside of me.

“Get up,” he commands. So, I do. I feel dizzy and empty.

He stands, pressing himself against my back. With one hand holding my hip, his other palm presses between my shoulder blades, slamming me over the desk. He lines himself up and pushes into me. The papers that were organized are scattering and drifting to the floor. He twines his fingers into my hair and makes a fist, arching my back by force.

Pain shoots through my scalp, and a new river of wetness, or maybe it’s my cum, coats his dick. There will never ever be a bliss like this. Pain and ecstasy mixed into a dangerous cocktail. It’s making me sick with obsession, but I can’t stop drinking it. I’ll drink and drink even if it takes everything from me. We’re inevitable.

Aedon drives into me viciously, mercilessly. “Fuck, Jos,” he groans through gritted teeth.

The desk is beating into the wall so hard that I’m sure it’ll leave marks. My hands ball into fists, crumpling some of the papers. I’m out of control, climbing toward another orgasm. I’ll never be able to get past Aedon. Every touch is magical. I’ve gotten louder. My voice is at an embarrassing level, but it just encourages him.

“It feels s-so fuck-ing good,” I hiccup. I try to drag myself from the dredges of arousal and focus, but he seats himself deep inside of me.

He laughs breathlessly. “Don’t fucking forget it, little devil. No one will ever make you feel this good. Now scream my name like a good girl and come again.”

And I do. I worship every command. I’m a hardheaded bitch. I usually don’t like being told what to do. Most men have forced me to take control, but Aedon has found the way to my heart, and he's manipulated it. He can mold me like clay and boss me around, and it makes me want to unravel, even if I pretend I don’t like it.

“Shit. Fuck. I’m coming,” he chokes.

His fist somehow grips my hair tighter, pulling out strands, and he claws into the bruises that are already blooming on my hips. When I come again, I practically cut off the circulation to his dick with how tight I feel myself squeeze around him. His hot cum paints my insides, and I can’t breathe because it feels so good.

When he’s done, he slides out, slickness dripping out from the suction. I feel sloppy and lightheaded. He digs his fingers into my chin and kisses me.

“No one else, do you understand? There is no one else except for me. You can show up whenever you want and leave as you please. Stay forever. I don’t care. Do whatever it is that you do when you run away from me. You can even keep pretending like this is a choice if you want,” he growls. “I’m not a patient man. I’m not playing games with you anymore. I’m going to marry you, Josephine, and you’re going to say ‘I do’ even if I have to stick my cock inside of you at the altar and wrench it from you.” With one last wild look he lets me go. I may have cum a third time. I don’t know. My insides are melted and confused.

Aedon pulls his suit pants back up and buttons them, not bothering to clean himself off. Then he sits back down at his desk as if nothing happened at all. I’m fucking stunned. I made Aedon sexually frustrated, and it makes me powerful. I hadn’t really considered what we’ve been doing here. I didn’t really want to think about a time when this could end. Now his intentions are clear.

“Go,” he dismisses me. One simple word. I finally managed to make him lose whatever patience he's been carefully curating. I drag clothes back onto my body quickly, with cum dripping down my thighs.

“Josie?” he calls to me when I’m about to turn into the hallway and leave.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t come back until you’re ready to marry me.” He turns back around and pretends I’m not even there anymore. I’m stunned and confused. He’s always so fucking sure of himself, but this isn’t the time to argue or make a sarcastic comment. This is a time to run.

I call the elevator, and it gives its cheery ding, like I didn’t just get railed over Aedon’s desk. As if he didn’t just give me an ultimatum to marry him or not see him for an undetermined amount of time, because I know he won’t just let me go forever. The doors slide shut, and I descend to the ground floor.

Sam looks up from his desk over a magazine and gives me a smile. “Ms. Josephine,” he greets me. “Should I expect you back later?”

Shit. Now even the doorman sees me as a resident.

“I don’t think so,” I tell him. I’m flustered, and he notices. Maybe he smells the sex, but his chipper smile falls to a slight frown.

“Did something happen with Aedonaeus?” I’ve never heard him call Aedon anything except for sir. It throws me off with how casual it is.

“Um, not exactly.” I feel my face heat, but Sam still seems concerned.

He leans onto the front desk. “He’s a good man."

I nod. “I know.”

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