Page 43 of Hunted By Valentine

There’s a moment of hesitation, her internal struggle evident in the way her breathing quickens and her fingers tremble. But then, as if drawn by an invisible force, she slowly strides over to me, immediately reaching for the buttons of my shirt, her movements sure and deliberate.

The fabric parts easily under her touch, and I feel a thrill of satisfaction as she works her way down. Her hands brush against my chest, the contact igniting a fire that burns through my restraint. Her fingers are warm and soft, the touch both hesitant and determined as she undoes each button, revealing more of my skin.

“Good girl,” I rasp, reveling in the way her cheeks flush at the praise. “Now, let’s see how far you’re willing to go.”

Her eyes meet mine, they’re filled with defiance that makes her so captivating. I lean back, giving her space to continue, and she does, her hands moving with more confidence as she reaches the final button.

“Keep going,” I say, my voice a low growl.

She hesitates, her eyes flicking to mine as if seeking clarification. I give her a slight nod, watching as she moves her hands to my belt. The tension in her movements is palpable, her fingers trembling slightly as she works the metal clasp free. Each brush of her skin against mine sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I have to fight to keep my expression neutral.

This feels so much better than I could have imagined. My cock thickens and lengthens in my slacks, and it doesn’t take long before I’m unbearably hard.

“Would it be easier if you were on your knees?” I ask, making sure to pose it as a question.

Rather than answering me with words, Ruby sinks to her knees, tilting her head back to look up at me. “Like this?” she questions.

I shrug. “If that’s better for you.”

Her answering frown has me fighting the smile that wants to break free. But I enjoy seeing her ponder what just happened. I don’t need to be in her head to know she’s wondering if this is better, and if she did it of her own volition.

When she stays on her knees, I know I’ve won. And all it took was a suggestion. Christ, she’s pliable.

The scent of leather and wood fills the air, mingling with something uniquely Ruby, creating a heady mix that tugs at my control. I watch her through half-lidded eyes, the way her brows furrow in concentration, and the way her lips part slightly as she focuses on her task.

Her fingers move deftly, causing a thrill to run through me as she complies with my unspoken command. She’s so close, her breath ghosting over my skin. My hands grip the edge of the desk, the only outward sign of the excitement that courses through me.

“Keep going,” I command, my voice a low rumble that makes her shiver.

She swallows audibly as her hands move from my belt to the waistband of my pants. But her fingers are steady as she undoes the button. Her movements are sure but slow.

She’s trying to please me, to earn my approval, and the knowledge sends a thrill of satisfaction through me. I revel in the power I have over her, in the way she bends to my will, and I feel the beast within me preening at her submission.

“Good girl,” I praise again, my voice a husky whisper. “You’re doing so well.”

Her cheeks flush at the praise, and her pupils dilate. She’s affected by my words. I let my gaze travel over her kneeling form, taking in the way her chest rises and falls with each breath, the way her lips part slightly as she exhales.

My calm demeanor hides the storm that rages within me, the need to unravel her like she’s unraveled me. Her hands move to the zipper. The sound of metal sliding against metal is loud in the otherwise silent room, and her breath hitches as she pulls it down.

“Do you want me to keep going?” she asks, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

I tilt my head to the side. “Doyouwant to continue?” I ask, turning the question back on her.

She gives me a jerky nod. “Yes.”

My cock strains against the fabric of my boxer briefs, eager to feel her touch. “Then by all means,” I chuckle, gesturing at my open pants. “I won’t stop you.”

Her fingers brush against my skin as she pushes my pants and briefs down, the contact sending sparks of pleasure through me. I let my head fall back, my eyes closing for a moment as I savor the sensation.

At the sight of my cock, she licks her lips. Her hands rest on my thighs, the heat of her touch searing into my skin. “Follow me,” I command, my voice cutting through the air like a blade.

I take a step back, enjoying watching the tension in her movements as she complies, her body taut with anticipation and nerves. The soft lighting in the room casts an intimate glow, highlighting the delicate curve of her spine and the way her dark hair falls in a curtain around her face.

After kicking my pants and boxer briefs all the way off, I move around the desk, feeling her crawl behind me. I sit down on the leather chair and spread my legs, keeping my eyes on her as she crawls under the desk.

Now that she’s unable to see my face, I finally let my vicious smile spread. God, she’s even more eager than I thought. This is pure perfection. Reaching into the drawer, I pull the stack of papers out. While some of my colleagues keep everything digital, I prefer old-fashioned paper.

“I’m going to grade everyone’s tests,” I say conversationally. “Do you want to stay down there meanwhile?”

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