Page 74 of Lords of Ruin: Owned

"That sounds good," I say, my tone casual, as if I'm not fingering her in the middle of a business call. "I'll let you know if there are any updates."

My fingers move faster now, curling inside her, hitting that spot that makes her legs shake. Her breathing is ragged, her body trembling as she tries to stay still. I can feel her getting close, her muscles tightening around my fingers, and I lean closer, my lips brushing against her ear.

"Stay quiet," I whisper, my voice low and commanding. She nods, her breath catching as I add a second finger, stretching her, filling her. Her nails dig deeper into her thighs, her body writhing as I push her closer to the edge.

On the phone, the conversation is winding down, but I'm not paying attention anymore. My focus is entirely on Willow, onthe way her body responds to my touch, the way she bites her lip to keep from making a sound. I press harder, faster until her body suddenly goes rigid, her muscles clamping down around my fingers as she comes.

She lets out a muffled groan, her body shaking as the wave of pleasure crashes over her. I move my fingers slowly, drawing out her orgasm until she slumps forward, forehead resting against the edge of the desk.

"Alright, I'll talk to you later," I say into the phone, my voice calm and collected as if nothing has happened. I hang up and set the phone down, my eyes on Willow as she tries to catch her breath.

She looks up at me, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with desire."You're cruel," she whispers, her voice trembling.

A smirk forms on my lips as I lean back in my chair, my gaze lingering on her with a hunger that I can barely contain. "Only when it's worth the effort," I reply, my voice low and seductive. I can see the fire in her eyes grow even more intense as she hesitates for a moment before slowly rising to her feet.

She stands there, trembling and breathless, but there is a determination in her stance that wasn't there before. Without breaking eye contact, I stand and close the distance between us, gripping her hips firmly as I pull her against me.

"You want this," I growl, my voice sending shivers down her spine. "So now you're going to get it."

Her breath hitches as I capture her lips in a passionate kiss, my hands roaming over her body with an urgency that surpriseseven me. She moans softly, her hands gripping my shoulders as I back her up against the desk.

Breaking away from the kiss, I lock eyes with her as I undo my belt with one hand. "Don't make a sound," I warn, my voice firm and commanding. She nods, her wide eyes filled with both fear and desire.

I lift her up on the desk, her back arching as I position myself between her legs. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer.

My hand slides down her body, tracing the curve of her hip before gripping it firmly. She gasps and arches her back as I enter her in one swift motion, our bodies merging together with a perfect fit. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and she bites down on her lip to stifle a moan.

"You feel amazing," I whisper in her ear, my voice thick with desire. As I move inside her, she whimpers and clutches onto me tighter, matching my rhythm with her hips. A bead of sweat rolls down her forehead as she surrenders herself completely to the pleasure.

I lean down to kiss her, my lips hungry and insistent against hers. With each thrust, our bodies become more entwined, building towards an explosive climax.

"Come for me," I growl, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I thrust even harder, pushing her to her limits. And in that moment, her body shakes with orgasm, her cries muffled by my lips on hers.

I continue to move inside her, feeling my own release building until I can't hold back any longer. With one final thrust, I pull out and release onto her stomach, our bodies both spent fromthe intense pleasure. I realize that it’s the first time I have ever been able to cum without either giving or receiving pain.My Carina.

As we lie there catching our breaths, I lean down and kiss her again, my fingers tracing through the mess on her stomach. "You're mine," I whisper possessively against her lips as I hold her close. She nods in agreement, barely able to speak as she basks in the afterglow of our passion.

But just as we are lost in each other's embrace, the sound of my phone buzzing interrupts us. Reluctantly pulling away, I glance at the screen and sigh. I know I have to answer it, but part of me doesn't want to leave this moment with Willow, not yet.

"Don't move," I say firmly before reaching for the phone. She nods in understanding, still lost in her blissful state. As I answer the call with a calm and collected voice, deep down I can't quite hide the possessiveness and longing that Willow has ignited within me with just one night of passion.

But even as I speak on the phone, my eyes never leave hers. And as if reading my thoughts, she smiles slightly and whispers those two words that make it all worth it.

"I’m Yours."

I motion for her to stand, my gaze still fixed on her with that satisfied smile still lingering on her lips. There's something about the way she moves, the way her body reacts to everything that happens between us, that makes it impossible for me to tear my eyes away.

There’s a knock at the door.

I sit up with a sigh, wiping my hand across my face. “Stay here,” I whisper to Willow, draping one of my button-up shirts over her, just in case anyone sees her. She doesn’t ask any questions, just nods and settles into the chair beside the desk, the faintest trace of a smile still playing on her lips.

I open the door, my eyes immediately falling on one of my trusted men, a messenger of sorts. He looks nervous, but he’s trying to hide it. That’s always a bad sign.

“Boss,” he says, and I can tell it’s important by the way his voice falters. “We’ve got a situation.”

I nod, stepping aside to let him in, never taking my eyes off of him. His hand extends to me, holding a thick envelope.

I rip it open without a word. Inside, there’s a photo. It’s of Tito. Bloodied, beaten to a pulp, his body mangled beyond recognition. A message is scrawled across the image in bold letters:

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