Page 49 of Corrupted Guilt

“That’s why I’ll never care for you like you want, like you need. That part of me died that night along with Dmitry.”

“I’ll call Dr. Zemlin and have him see you today,” I say to change the subject.

“Don’t bother,” she snaps. “I’m fine.”

“It’s not a request kiska,” I say firmly and start to clean my desk, ignoring her.

“I’m not one of your men,” she hisses. “I don’t have to follow your orders like they do.”

I’m on my feet instantly, grabbing her hands over her head and pulling her body against mine.

Her eyes go wide for a second, then she starts struggling against me.

“Get off me!”

I back her up against my bookshelf, pressing my body against her, pinning her. “If I must call the Doctor for you,I might as well get my money’s worth. Have you broken or bleeding for him to fix.”

“You won’t scar up your bride,” she says with venom on her tongue. “What would your men think of you?”

“They’d think you don’t listen,” I tell her. “That you’re only good for one thing,” I say, sliding my hand down between us until I reach her legs, spreading them as she struggles some more.

Two fingers go down her panties and trace her lips, feeling the wetness there already for me.

“Let me go, now,” she says but her voice trembles as my thumb grazes her clit.

“What was that? You trailed off there,” I tease her and push one finger inside her, fucking her slowly with it.

“Get off,” she croaks, biting down on her bottom lip to hold back a moan.

“Get you off, or get off?”

She can’t answer because she’s still biting back that moan trying to escape her lips. She turns her head away from me and starts rocking her hips into my finger.

“I guess I’ll get you off, then,” I say as I pull my finger out and hand away. Her head swivels and eyes open wide to look at me, wondering what will happen next. I drew my hand up to my mouth and place the finger that was just inside her in my mouth.

My cock wants her badly, but I can control myself.

Somehow.

It’s not easy but I need her to see my self-control.

I grab her hips and push her against my desk, then lift her onto it as I rip off her panties and crouch down between her legs.

That moan she was biting back escapes her now as I slide my tongue up her slit.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my tongue deeper as she arches her back and opens her legs to give me complete access.

The fight is completely out of her, she’s surrendering to her body, to her desire, to me.

I lap her up greedily as she moans and lies back and pulls my head closer to her.

Predictably, she’s on the edge of orgasm. Fighting is foreplay to her, and it always gets her hot. It’s so easy to fight then fuck. I must admit, I like it too.

Her legs and core muscles tighten as I go faster, her hands grip the edge of my desk, white knuckles showing and her breathing is fast and short.

She’s on the edge, just waiting to release and I think about stopping, to teach her another lesson about who’s in control but I push the thought away.

She comes, hard and I keep going with my tongue until she collapses back on the desk, hands streaking through my hair lazily.