Page 24 of Defiled Innocence

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Exhaustion rolls over me.

I don’t want to fight him anymore. Not tonight, and not about this.

Even if I contest Lucas’ will, it would put the center at jeopardy. I could run out of funds within a few months.

The allowance I receive through the trust fund my father set up for me won’t be enough to keep the center functioning. And I won’t get my full trust for another three months when I turn twenty-five.

“We can talk later then.” He pulls me close, and I think he’s going to hug me, but instead he spins me around and bends me back over the desk.

“What are you doing? I said I wouldn’t argue!”

“I’m checking to be sure you aren’t injured. Your stubbornness required a harsher punishment than I had intended.” His hand roams over my bare ass again.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine.” But my words come out as a groan.

His fingers dip between my thighs until he finds what I hoped I could keep from him. My utter arousal.

“I think being punished has turned my girl on,” he chuckles. “Your pussy is more soaked than before.”

I clench my teeth as the fat of his middle finger rolls my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

“No, I just… oh… oh…” I squeeze my eyes closed as two of his fingers slide inside of me, stretching me.

“Fuck,moyo dikoye plamya, you’re so tight.” He leans into me, his hard cock pressing against my hip again.

Before I can respond, his touch is gone and in one smooth movement, he grabs my clothing and rips the bundle over my feet, taking my shoes with it. There’s a thud when the ‘bundle’ hits the floor several feet away from us.

“Dmitri, what—Oh!”

He flips me to my back, and I wince as my ass hits the desk. I’m more tender than I thought.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he leans over me with one forearm bracing himself on the desk.

His mouth hovers right over mine. It’s full and warm, and I can’t help but want him to kiss me again.

Dmitri brushes his fingertips over my temple, tucking my hair away from my face.

“You have such pretty eyes, Amelia,” he says in a deep, seductive whisper.

“You know, everyone calls me Lia,” I say stupidly. I can’t help it. It’s all I can do not to melt into a puddle on his desk.

His mouth kicks up to the right. “I’m not everyone.”

The arrogance of this man. I don’t know how I continue to be surprised by it other than the fact that he just has so much of it.

Dmitri lays a hand on my stomach. “Put your feet up and spread your legs for me,” he orders with a gruff sound.

Part of me wants to tell him to go fuck off, I’ve had enough of his arrogant domineering tonight. But that part of me must be disconnected from the part that controls my arousal, because I do exactly as he says. Planting my feet on the edge of the desk, I open my knees.

“Ah, she can be a good girl.” He runs his hand down my torso, back over my curls, and cups my sex. “You’re so wet, you’re making a mess on my desk.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks and I snap my knees back together, trapping his hand between my thighs.

He brings his eyes to mine again, leaning closer to me. “Open them, bad girl.”

Two simple words should not carry so much weight. I tell myself I’m only doing it because his hand is there, but I’m a liar.

“Keep them open while I play,” he orders.

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