Page 48 of Volatile Obsessions

“Shhh, just relax,” he tried cajoling me, holding me steady with a firm arm around my waist as his hand effortlessly yanked up my fitted pencil skirt. “You know you miss me. I’m sure your cunt misses me, too.”

“I said no, Vic. Stop.”

The more I resisted, the more he held me down.

The more a smile tore across his face.

I could barely look at him, barely recognized him. The fire in his green eyes was truly alarming. I couldn’t believe the direction this was going in, especially when he knew everything about me.

Why was he doing this?

Full-blown panic seized me. My pulse was sky high as every hair on my body stood at attention. “Don’t do this, please,” I begged him shamelessly, which only seemed to please him more.

He smiled brighter, clamping a hand down on my mouth while the other slipped beneath my panty line and found my sex. I mewled when his middle finger slid between my lips, but it was far from pleasured.

“Goddamn, look how wet you are,” he growled, working his finger inside me. “You did miss me.”

I shook my head and tried feebly to shove him off, but once again, I was no match for his muscle or his dexterity. In seconds, he had my arms behind my back, my weight keeping them secured beneath me, before he was pinning me down with that palm on my mouth again. I was completely immobilized and at his mercy, laid out on my desk for him to do as he pleased.

And that included ripping my panties off my body.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he said, pulling his cock free from his pants. Fisting it tightly, he pumped it a few times and promptly slapped my clit before rubbing it along my slicked opening. “Feels good, baby?”

“No,” I mumbled against his palm, but he didn’t care. He kept on, sliding against me over and over again, his length rigid, scorching to the touch, veiny, angry.

Why the hell is he doing this to me?

That’s all I could think as he continued on in his feat.

Until he impaled me. From one moment to the next, he was filling me to capacity, jolting the air out of my lungs. Vic wasn’t the biggest I’d been with, but he was still large, and he had girth. I squeezed my eyes shut as my body struggled to accept him despite how wet I was.

“Fuuuck, so tight, so warm. Just like I remembered,” he mused, working in and out of me with ease.

I hated that it was so easy for him.

I wanted it to hurt, wanted it to hurt so badly, so badly that I’d scream, but it didn’t. It never hurt. After the first few occurrences, I learned to shut it off. Shutting down and giving in were part of my body’s natural reaction, a coping mechanism if you will.

By some miracle, I didn’t have to cope for much longer. Someone must have been watching over me; God, a guardian angel, some special force—I don’t know, but as quickly as this all began was as quickly as it ended.

The end a result of Vic’s phone buzzing in his pocket.

“Fuck!” he hissed, stilling inside me as he fished it out and glanced over the screen. Clearly, it wasn’t someone to be ignored. A litany of expletives slipped past his lips as he pulled out with a quickness and shoved his rigid length back into his pants, his stare trained on my shivering form.

He must’ve like what he because that amused, evil grin slid across his face once more. My stomach turned painfully. And then he was on me again, dragging the tip of his nose up my cheek, fingers toying with my sex.

“We’ll finish this soon, L,” he promised me, his voice deathly low. “Money calls. Think of me when you come later, okay?”

And with that, he was gone, leaving me exposed in the cool confines of my office with nothing but the demons of my past.

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