Page 29 of Ruthless Mafia Heir

He pushes the door open for me and allows me to step inside. I have to push past him as he goes, the scent of his aftershave filling my senses for a moment. It reminds me, all too clearly, of the night we were together, hooking up outside the restaurant, and I can’t deny how much I’m craving that now.

I hear the door click shut, and he rounds on me. He’s just a few inches from me. He can do anything he wants to me if it takes his fancy. Like he told me, nobody here would stop him, no matter what he wanted to do with me. I’ve never felt so helpless in my life. But at the same time...

At the same time, it’s like I’ve been released from all this fear and tension that has consumed me for so long. I have no choice in the matter, no choice but to give in to whatever he wants to do to me, and that thrills me.

He backs me toward the desk, his hands on either side of me. The wood creaks beneath his touch, like everything in the room is bowing to him. His lips are so close to me, I can feel his breath, the heat of it. I see the flash of his teeth in the dim light. My body is responding to him in ways I can’t control, and he knows it.

He moves his hand down between my legs, pulling aside the skirt and cupping his hand around me. I groan.

"You know how difficult it’s been controlling myself, knowing you’re just upstairs this whole time?" he remarks. "You should be glad I haven’t come into your room to interrupt your studies."

"Is that what you brought me here for?" I whisper. I don’t even know what I want the answer to be. He shakes his head.

"No, just a pleasant coincidence," he murmurs. "I was waiting for you to do something wrong, something I could discipline you for."

"This is how you get off?" I shoot back, antagonizing him, though I know it’s a stupid idea. "You punish girls like this?"

"I don’t do a damn thing they don’t want me to," he replies. I feel a stab of jealousy at the thought of him doing this with other women, though I push that down sharply.

"But don’t worry, I’m not thinking about any of them right now," he continues, his tongue tracing out along his bottom lip. "I’m just thinking about you."

As he slips his fingers into my panties, he sinks his mouth against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I can’t hold back the helpless moan of pleasure, even though I know how much danger I’m in. But that danger, that fear, melds with something else deep inside of me to create an arousal I’ve never felt before in my life.

He pushes a knee between my legs and parts my thighs with ease and pulls me against him so I’m grinding against his thigh. I move on instinct, sliding against him as his hands fall to my waist, letting me grind myself into a frenzy.

"Look at how horny you are for me already, Sophia," he murmurs. I moan again, the sound of my name on his lips enough to send another shock wave of pleasure through my body.

"I love all those little noises you make," he chuckles, brushing his lips against mine, catching my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging slightly. "You’re so hot, Sophia. So fucking hot..."

I move a little harder against his thigh, unable to get the necessary friction through my panties and against his jeans to relieve my tension. He seems to be enjoying the state I’m getting myself into. Is this his way of punishing me? Pushing me to this point of no return and then denying me what I crave most?

He hitches me off the ground and onto the table and moves between my legs. Sliding his hand down to his jeans, he unzips his pants and takes himself into his hand, guiding his cock toward the outside of my panties. I groan through gritted teeth as he teases me, clearly enjoying how I can’t deny him, how obvious it is that I want him, my wetness already leaking through.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asks, and I nod. I can’t speak. I can’t think.

"Use your words," he orders me. Fuck! I don’t know how to put it into words. I feel like my body has taken control, my sheer, primal desires demanding my attention more than my mind ever could. I swallow hard as he pulls my panties aside, hovering his cock just an inch or two from my entrance. I can practically feel the warmth coursing off of him. I shift my hips forward, trying to take him inside of me, but he pulls back.

"You have to tell me, Sophia," he reminds me firmly. "You have to tell me how much you want me."

"I want..." I pant out, then my words fail me, my head sinking back as I catch my breath. "I want you to fuck me."

Finally, he gives me what I’ve been waiting for. Sliding his cock against my slit, he pushes inside of me in one swift motion, filling me up to the hilt with his length. I wrap my arms around him, raking my nails down his back, holding on to him for dear life as the shockwaves of pleasure shudder through my system.

"Oh, oh," I moan against his ear, and he slides his hand to my hips and pulls me to the very edge of the desk so he can slam all the way inside of me. I cry out, not caring if all the staff in this place hear us. I don’t even know what they will think of me if they do. I’m his prisoner, fucking him right here in his office, begging for him.

But, as he takes me, it’s hard to give much of a damn. I find myself rocking back against him, grinding back into him to take as much of his length as I can fit. The sensations are so intense, I can already feel the orgasm rising up inside of me. All the tension, all the emotion of the last few days, it’s boiling over inside of me as he takes me. His head presses into my neck, his tongue grazing hungrily along my throat like he could tear it out at a moment’s notice if he wanted to.

And he probably could. A thrill of fear courses through me, and I turn my head so I can kiss him properly, grabbing his face in my hands, raking my nails along the stubble on his chin and feeling the sharpness of his jaw beneath my fingertips. I hear a deep growl escape from his lips, and knowing how much this is getting him off, that’s all it takes to push me over the edge and into my own release.

He kisses me as I come, like he’s trying to soak up every moment of this release, like my pleasure is pouring into him. It shudders through my body, starting between my legs and blooming out to consume my whole system, even more intense than the last one he gave me.

Blake reaches his own release just a few moments later, buried up to the hilt. He stirs his cock within me, holding himself in deep as he fills me with his seed. It’s so intense, I can hardly think straight, clawing at his back, clinging to him for dear life—holding on to him like he’s the only thing that matters, like he’s the only thing that can matter.

He brushes his lips along my neck and grazes them over mine once more. I’m so sensitive that I feel like my whole body is going to burst from this simple action. He seems to sense how much I’m feeling right now and slowly pulls back, letting me come back down to earth.

I press my forehead to his. I don’t know whether this man loves me or hates me. I can’t tell whether making me come like this is part of the game or if it comes from a place of real, genuine desire. With everything that’s happened, everything that has changed between us, I don’t even know where I stand anymore.

But I know that being this close to him feels right. And I know I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world at this moment.

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