Page 21 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

Heat coursed through my body.

“You’re not ri?—”

Before I could finish my sentence, he pushed another finger into me. I glared back at him, wanting to show him that he didn’t affect me in the slightest, that his fingers didn’t even feelthatgood inside me, that he wasn’t as alpha as he thought he was.

“Keep fumbling on those words,” he murmured. “It’s almost as cute as when you’re choking on my dick down your throat.”

“Fuck you,” I gritted out.

“You know what I love about brats like you?” he murmured. “How wet they get when they’re being punished. How tight their pussy wraps around my fingers when I punish them for their disrespectful mouth.”

“Was my mouth disrespectful, wrapped around your cock the other night?” I snarled.

“Butterfly, you were sucking on my cock like it was a fucking pacifier.” He pushed a third finger into my pussy and massaged my G-spot. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy being filled. You should be honored to be filled with your master’s dick.”

“You’d never fucking be my master. Ever.”

“Say it again.” He chuckled lowly in my ear. “Your pussy gets tight when you lie.”

I shoved my shoulder back, wanting to struggle against him and put up a fight because he didn’t deserve to have this much power over me. But he moved his hand to the small of my back, easily keeping me in place.

“I hope that she was worth it last night,” I said, face pressed against the wood.

“Who?”

“Evelyn.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Hector growled into my ear, pumping his fingers into me faster. “You’re the only woman I’m seeing.”

While her being at Radiant didn’t mean anything and I could definitely be blowing this out of proportion, Eric had stressed me out yesterday, and Evelyn was Instagram-model pretty, even without all the filters.

“She was at Radiant last night. Why else would she be there? She’s working under?—”

After wrapping his hand around the front of my throat, he lifted me off the desk and pressed his mouth against my ear. “Listen to me closely, Heather. If I had fucked her last night, I wouldn’t be risking the entire relationship I’d built with your father to sneak around with you. I wouldn’t be fucking you over my desk with the door unlocked, hoping he didn’t walk in. And I certainly wouldn’t have been waiting until midnight for you to meet me last night.”

My eyes widened slightly, but I gritted my teeth together. “You’re lying.”

Had he really stayed until midnight last night just for me? And I had blown him off.

“If one more bratty thing comes out of your mouth, I’m tying you to the wall, fastening a vibrator against your clit, and watching you come over and over until you beg me to stop. Not at Radiant. Right here.” He pointed to the wall near the door, across from his desk. “There.”

“That doesn’t sound like a punishment to?—”

Hector pulled his fingers out of me, seized me by the elbow, and dragged me to the wall. Like a feral animal, he pulled the painting that I remembered him buying in Switzerland while on vacation with my family three years ago right off the goddamn wall and dropped it on the floor beside us.

Once he untied the tie from around my elbows, he fastened my wrists above my head to one of the nails that held up the painting. I struggled to escape, pulling on the tie in an attempt to loosen it, as he walked back to his desk.

“Let me out,” I growled.

Opening his desk drawer, he pulled out a dildo, even bigger than him.

“Why do you have a dildo in your desk drawer?”

“Perks of having a sister who runs a sex shop,” he mumbled under his breath.

After walking over to me, he rubbed the head of the dildo between my pussy lips and against my clit. I sucked in a sharp breath and looked toward the door, hoping that nobody would walk into the room.

“Hector,” I said unsteadily, “let me out.”

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