Page 40 of Bossed By the Orc

Turning back to my mate, I strode toward her with purpose, ignoring Garrett as I did. I didn’t say anything, simply lifting her over my shoulder, my palm firmly on her ass. The little squeak she released made the roiling annoyance inside me settle a little. She wasn’t going to fight.

I turned, my hard gaze pinning Garrett. I watched as realization, and resignation all made themself known on his face. I stayed another few seconds, ensuring that he got my message.

He nodded slowly, stepping back out of my way. I gave him a low grunt of approval before moving forward, out of the deli.

Everyone stared after me, but I ignored them, striding calmly toward my building. I squeezed my mate’s ass and she squeaked again.

“Dristan, I can walk,” she murmured, her words muffled against my back as she struggled, her ass wiggling under my palm.

“Quiet,” I gritted and she stopped moving. My primal brain was telling me to find somewhere private. To keep her there and fuck her until she knew she was mine.

It was difficult for the logical side to be heard, but when it fought through, I knew it was right. I’d terrify her if I took her now. I needed to settle. I made my way into the building and everyone on the ground floor stopped what they were doing to stare at us.

“Oh my Gods, Dristan,” Penelope whispered. “Please, put me down.”

I lifted my hand, bringing it down to smack her ass and she yelped, but settled into silence once more. I stopped outside the security area, glaring down at the sphinx in his uniform.

“M-Mr. Everlock, sir,” he squeaked, stepping aside and allowing me to pass. “Did you need…” he trailed off as I passed him without a word.

“Dristan, everyone’s looking at us,” Penelope hissed and I gave another swat to her ass. She settled once more and with every step, her arousal steadily increased, her scent settling the fury that was running through my veins.

“M-Mr. Everlock—” the cyclops from accounting stepped out of the elevator, his jaw hanging low and his one eye blinking owlishly at me.

I walked inside, ignoring him and tapping the button on the control panel, staring straight ahead as the doors closed. That was when Penelope went wild, wiggling over my shoulder and kicking my chest. The hits were ineffectual and I calmly slid my other hand up her thigh—high enough that she realized exactly where I was heading. She went still under the movement and I hummed my approval.

“So you do know how to behave,” I growled, releasing her thigh but keeping a firm grip on her ass. The doors opened and Fionel smiled as he looked up, but his jaw dropped as I stepped forward, my shoes clicking on the tile.

“Cancel my appointments for the afternoon,” I told him, while he turned in his chair to keep me in his line of vision.

“Penelope, are you—” he cut himself off when I turned to glare at him. I closed the door to my office behind me, taking Penelope to the sofa in my office. I dropped her onto it and watched as she bounced lightly.

Her glare would have eaten another male alive. But not me. I was her match in every way, meeting her temper with my own fury. I leaned down, baring my fangs at her. My cock jerked in my pants as she did the same, her blunt little teeth on full display.

“Why the hell would you do that?” she growled at me. “You could have been seriously hurt!”

“Why would I do that?” I sneered, bending closer until she scuttled away from me, reaching the end of the sofa and unable to go further. “Why would you go out with that pretentious asshole? I thought I made things clear Friday night!”

“Friday night?” she asked, the trepidation in her eyes giving way to another furious glower. “What the hell does that night have to do with who I have lunch with?”

“You,” I stated, endeavoring for calm when I felt anything but, “are mine.”

Her jaw dropped and she was on her feet before I could get another word out. Her own tiny finger was shoved into my chest in seconds. “First of all, I don’t belong to anyone,” she spat, her nostrils flared. “And second of all, that night was a hormone-induced fever dream!”

My laugh was without humor as I grabbed that little finger, bringing it to my mouth and twirling my tongue around it. “You weren’t saying that when I was making you come, sweetheart.”

She gaped at me, her lips opening and closing but no words coming out. “Y-y-you—”

I didn’t allow her to finish, pushing her back onto the sofa. She tumbled over the arm and I tugged her legs until she was perfectly positioned for me to step between them. I watched her pupils dilate wildly and gave her a smug smirk.

Even now, my female was submitting to me. She might be sputtering with indignation, but her thighs parted with ease, her feet tugging me closer. I hummed with contentment, exactly where I wanted to be in the world. I ran a palm up her leg, pushing her skirt up until her lace panties were bared to me.

I released a deep groan. “I imagined you wearing these when I chose them,” I whispered, my fingers running over the lace gently, tugging it away from her. I heard her hiss as the fabric tightened on her skin and I let it snap back.

“Now, you’re going to apologize to me and I’ll forgive you,” I said as I stared down at her, knowing that she was already forgiven. “But then you’re going to suck my cock like the good girl you are.”

Her eyes were huge in her face, her shock amusing me more than I cared to say. “I will do no such thing,” she denied, licking her lips and eyeing the way my cock pressed against my pants as she did.

I ran my thumb over her wet lower lip and grinned as she bit down on it. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re in for it now.”

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