Page 28 of Malevolent Secrets

The sound bounces off the walls of the small office and I want to crow with triumph that I have been able to give her this much pleasure.

She is certainly not the first woman I’ve engaged in this kind of casual sex with. There have been so many women over the years, drawn to my power, my money, or my appearance. Usually, I’m good at compartmentalizing this part of my life—keeping it at arm’s length.

With Dani, however, I find it hard to do that. Something about her speaks to me. She’s so tiny and yet so strong. She’s willing to see me over and over again, despite her good sense, all because she loved her boyfriend and she wants to find out who killed him.

She’s good, clean and unsullied. I also enjoy using her thoroughly, reducing her to a quivering mess begging for me to fuck her.

I should be worried that she will go to the cops. That she will try and link me with Jeremy’s death, but I’m not.

In the few moments when I have examined our relationship more closely, I have been able to see it for what it is: two strangers with chemistry that has little to do with our attraction to one another. There is something deeper between us that brings us together, that makes the sex so soul-crushingly good.

I have no idea if we will ever share anything else but these interludes of incredible passion, but I don’t frankly care.

“Oh, God, Lorenzo,” she gasps, her cheekbone pressed against the glass, her small hands spread out for purchase as I drive into her over and over again, chasing my pleasure with mindless abandon.

“Do you like that?” I demand, wrapping my fist into her hair and tipping her head back. I don’t want her to bruise her beautiful face.

“God, yes,” she whimpers, pressing back into me even further.

Suddenly, I don’t want to be dominating her like this and I pull out of her. She rewards me with a little mewl of sadness and I look down at her wet, pink pussy for a moment, willing myself not to enter her again immediately.

“Come here,” I say to her softly. I release her hair and trail my fingers down her back as I walk to the desk. I sweep everything on top of it onto the floor and lay back on the hard surface. I’m able to fit my upper body and hips on the desk, my legs dangling down over the edge.

“Climb up,” I tell her, offering my hand to her.

She hesitates, her lower lip caught between her teeth, but then she takes my hand and slithers onto the desk. She kneels beside me on the hard surface, looking down at my erection, standing huge and threatening before her.

“You choose how we finish this,” I tell her. “It’s up to you.”

She looks from my straining dick to my face a few times, then smiles a little. She scoots forward so that she can swing her leg over me and then I help her to slowly slide down onto my cock.

“Jesus,” she whispers, arching her back at the intrusion, her eyes rolling back.

“Agreed,” I manage to say, sweat beading on my forehead. I want to pound into her tight little body again, but I manage to hold still.

“This is amazing,” she gasps as she starts to move at her own pace, sliding up and down slowly at first, and then with increasing speed. I feel her wetness seeping onto my belly and over my balls, and I know I won’t be able to hold on much longer.

I reach up and grip her breasts, allowing her to lean forward into my hands to help her balance. She’s riding me harder now, her breasts bouncing with her movements, her skin slapping against mine.

“Make me come, Dani,” I tell her, loving the change in power between us.

“Ask nicely,” she throws back at me, and I grin at her as she rides me.

“Please, Dani,” I beg. “Make me come. Ride me harder.”

“As you wish,” she replies, pressing into my hands harder and increasing the speed of her movements.

The change is all it takes to drive me over the edge and I roar with my release, pumping into her with urgency.

“Lorenzo!” she screams as her own orgasm washes over her, leaving her shaking and trembling on my cock.

“Oh my god,” I groan, gasping for air.

Dani collapses onto my chest, her silky hair spilling all around me. She smells amazing. I bring a trembling hand up to run down her back gently.

“Do you want to go get something to eat?” I don’t know why I say this. I should send her away now that I’ve had my fun. She can only mean trouble for me.

“Sure,” she says drowsily, her breath tickling my skin.

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