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I begin to lower myself to my knees but in one swift motion, Milo flips me over. My chest slams against the cold wooden desk, my ass sticking out. He arches over me, pushing my skirt up, tearing through my panties like a wild animal.

"We don't have that much time," he rasps, teasing my slit with a tormenting touch.

"Fuck!" I let out a startled yelp as he slaps my ass, pain shooting up my spine but quickly turning into pleasure. I crane my neck toward him, the electric glimmer of dominance dancing around his face makes me excited. So fucking excited.

With his hand on the base of his shaft, Milo grazes the tip of his cock against my folds. A needy wanton moan slips from my lips. "Please..."

"You are so fucking sexy when you beg.” A guttural groan thunders in his chest as he surges forward, filling my pussy to the hilt. “Christ, Kiara…”

I whimper in ecstasy as he loops my hair around his wrist and pulls me backward. I arch my spine, his hand coiling around my neck as his unyielding cock fucks the living shit out of me.

With every thrust, my eyes roll to the back of my head; agony and bliss flooding every corner of my mind.

"You feel so fucking good.” He bites my ear lobe, his right-hand tightening around my throat, constricting airflow in the best possible way.

"Oh my God!" I moan as he strokes my clit with his left hand, my walls contracting around his dick, forcing a howling roar to tumble from his lips. "Don't stop!"

I grip onto his muscular forearm, holding myself upright. My minds spins from the earthy scent of sex and sweat and savagery.

"Fuck," Milo hisses as I near nirvana, my legs shaking, quaking, vibrating from violent rapture.

When my orgasm tears through my body, he pulls out, swiftly turning my body around. He lifts me on top of the desk, my legs spreading, inviting him in.

I curl my fingers around his shirt, his shoulders, his hair. My chest is heaving, panting, contorting in breathlessness as he arches over, his lips owning mine. Unrelenting utopia courses through my veins as he punishes me with his cock.

I scream his name, another wave of climax seizing my organs, ripping through my entire being, sending my essence flying to another dimension.

He growls, biting my lip, a metallic taste lingering in my mouth as his whole body convulses. His grip tightens around my hips as he spills hot cum inside of me.

Panting, our bodies fold against one another, our breathing ragged, harmonized. He laces his fingers through my messy hair and rains kisses all over my satisfied face.

He pulls out of me and helps me off the desk, his eyes glazed over, softened, so fucking delectable. "You are a goddess. Un angelo mandato dal cielo."

If only.

"I'm hardly an angel," I breathe as we both clumsily attempt to redress. If he keeps shredding all my underwear, I'm going to have nothing left by the end of the year. "And I'm certainly not from heaven."

That's a pipedream now.

Milo wraps me in his arms, stroking my hair, his touch so delicate that I can barely feel it. "You are my version of heaven, tesoro. And that is all a man needs."

I'm too comatose to overthink his words. I'll do that later.

His fingers lace through mine as we head out of the office, my gait unsteady. "I still need to pack.”

"Luisa should have packed most of your belongings already," Milo says as we climb the stairs to our floor. His hand never leaves the small of my back. Whether it's out of affection or safety, I don't know.

"Did she pack the red dress?" I ask in a playful tone as we round the corner to our rooms. "You really need to expand your color horizons."

Milo lets out a melodic laugh. "The gala we are attending is also referred to as The Scarlet Ball. Everyone will be wearing red, tesoro."

I toss him a coy smirk. "That must be a fantasy come true for you then. It's like your own personal version of Viagra."

Milo narrows his bloodshot eyes at me. "You are all the Viagra I need."

"Charming." I roll my eyes, concealing the grin that's threatening to expose me. I clear my throat as we pause outside my room. "I'll meet you at the car?"

Milo nods, lifting my hand to his lips. "Don't be late."

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