Page 50 of Claiming Charlotte

After walking with Nikki and rekindling our friendship, I returned to my office to file some paperwork. On my desk, I’d found the files that Roe had given me containing all the information on the men he’d hunted and killed. I really didn't really want them, but we couldn’t keep them around, not out in the open like this.? In an effort to erase any evidence that could incriminate Rowan, I set to work shredding them.

I didn’t want to be the reason for anything coming back to haunt us in the near future. We have enough to deal with. If the simple act of using a shredder was the only thing standing in the way of his happiness and freedom, I’d fall on that bullet.

The door opened as the last page was running through the blades, and I leaned back in my chair to see who it was. Rowan came to a stop in front of my desk, and he was breathing heavily. His clothes were covered in blood spatters, as was his face, and the sight of it caused my heart? to race as I shot to my feet.

“Rowan, what happened?” I gasped.

“It’s not mine,” he said, as I felt around his body, and looked for injuries. I could hear the? tension behind his words as he locked the door and returned to stand in front of me.

“Did you think I was going to stop there? All of them are going to pay,” he said with a sinister chuckle.

My breath hitched as an animalistic look overtook his features, and he slowly removed his belt. My thighs squeezed together in involuntary anticipation and my worry turned to excitement.

“On your desk. Now,” he growled, rolling up his sleeves and taking off his gloves.

I planted myself on the edge of the desk as he prowled toward me, his sparkling eyes holding my gaze and my attention. The hunger in his eyes mirrored my own. I loved this side of him, though I enjoyed bossing him around. But when we were alone, I preferred for him to take the lead. I trusted that he would take care of my every need, and he did it every time.

Standing in front of me, he cradled my face and stared hungrily at my lips before capturing them with his own. His tongue parted my mouth and slid against mine as his fingers dug into my scalp, and I moaned against his lips. He pulled me roughly against him, and I could feel his hard cock against me. Just as quickly, he released his hold on me, pushing me backward on the desktop, he pushed my knees apart and made room for himself between them. Leaning closer to me, I felt his hot breath on my neck as he reached behind me and, with one sweeping movement, pushed everything on the desk to the floor.

Files and papers fluttered to the floor as I giggled and he brought his hands back to my thighs caressing the length of them, pushing my skirt up to my hips, and laying me back on the desk. My body was quaking with anticipation.

“Unbutton your shirt,” he said.

I didn’t understand why he seemed to hate the sound of his own voice. He admitted to me one night that he felt he didn’t sound the same, and it broke my heart. It could happen to anyone who was forced to scream their lungs out. He was the same Rowan, but he sounded deeper and raspier. I don’t see anything wrong with it.

My hands flew to the buttons on my blouse, and I scrambled to release them as fast as I could. The sound of his zipper dragging down prompted my eyes to drop to his bulging jeans and watch as his cock released from them. He gave it a couple of hard strokes, and the veins in his forearm showed, eliciting a breathy moan from my lips. He had no business?turning me on like this and I attempted to squirm under him, urging him to keep going.

I let my blouse fall open, exposing the black lace underneath. Rowan tugged the cups down, and I hissed as his hot breath spread over my nipples.

“Rub them,” he ordered as he leaned back to stare at me.

Obeying, I cupped a breast in each hand and let my thumb glide over my nipples, moaning as my pleasure built up within me.

“Good girl, just like that,” he groaned.

As I worked myself, Roe’s hand slid down my leg and found my clit through my panties, and I spread my legs further giving him a better view. A rumbling sound emerged from deep within his chest before he tore the thin material completely from my body, leaving me exposed and vulnerable to his desires.

I scowled at him as he stuffed the destroyed lace into his pocket, but my mind became distracted when he pushed his pants further down and slid the head of his cock up and down my wet slit.

“Now, be a good girl and stay quiet. You don’t want everyone to know the boss is a dirty little slut. Only for me, aren’t you?” he said.

I groaned, partly because of the crude name and partly due to my frustration that he hadn’t entered me yet. My eyes met his heated stare and I pressed my lips together in compliance. The most sinful, sexy smirk spread over his features as he steadied himself on my hips and buried his cock inside me.

I cried out, and he leaned forward to cover my mouth with his hand. The motion sent his hard length deeper within me.

“This will always be my favorite sight, Charlotte,” he moaned.

I moaned into Roe’s hand as he fucked me hard, the desk underneath me creaking with each thrust, clearly making more noise than I was. As my orgasm crashed over me, he abruptly pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach before spreading me wide and gliding back into me, still warm and slick from my juices.

Fisting my hair, he pulled on it, forcing me to arch my back as his hand trailed along my shoulders. Flattening his palm against my back, he pressed my chest into the desk and began picking up speed.

With each thrust, his length slid almost all the way out of me before he pounded it back in. His balls slapped against my clit with each deep plunge, and before I knew it, I was tipped over the edge of another orgasm.

“Roe…” I moaned.

Rowan kept up his punishing pace as I came down from the second orgasm, and I knew he was going to torture a third one out of me. Memories of Walker behind me flooded my mind as Rowan moved, causing me to panic. You’re safe…It’s just Roe…

Every thrust proved more difficult to remain stable as flashes of Lacey forcing orgasms out of me clouded my mind. The burning flesh; hearing my screams. Flashes of all those men hurting me if I didn’t come when they wanted me to. I began to feel like my body was no longer mine, as if I weren’t actually there.

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