Page 27 of Defiled Innocence

“Don’t hold back, Dmitri,” she says and arches her back a little more, sucking my cock further into her tight sheath.

A low growl escapes my chest. She’s my undoing. I drive into her, stopping only once I’m fully seated inside of her.

She cries out, which only fuels my need to bring her back to the edge. I want her screams of pleasure. I want to hear her chant my name when she comes unglued.

And I’m a man who gets what I want.

“Such a good girl.” Moving my arm from the desk to her hip, I hold her down as I drive into her again.

I lean over her body, capturing her mouth beneath mine as she whimpers with need. This isn’t just a fucking. This is a claiming.

This woman is mine.

For now and forever.

“Be a good girl and come for me again. I want to feel you come on my cock.” I twist my hips, angling upward as I increase the pace of my thrusts.

“I—oh, fuck!” She grabs at my shirt, holding me steady as she lifts her ass off the desk, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Yes. Oh, god!”

Releasing her leg, I move my touch to her pussy, finding her clit swollen and wet and waiting for me. Dusting my fingertip over the sensitive spot has her thighs shaking.

“Dmitri!”

Putting more pressure on her clit, I rub in a circular motion. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream as she comes unglued beneath me.

Her body trembles. The vibration of her orgasm squeezes my cock, making it damn near impossible not to unleash into her. I’m lost in the beauty of her release; it’s this distraction that holds me back.

Only when the last wave of her pleasure has receded, do I grab hold of her hips. She flashes me a look filled with sated contentment and presses the heels of her feet into the desk, lifting her body up to meet mine as I pump into her.

“Fuck,” I groan, driving harder into her, thrusting faster and faster until the pressure building inside of me becomes too much.

Pounding into her once more, electricity zips down my spine. An animalistic roar takes over as my cock unleashes deep inside of her and the unadulterated pleasure of it blinds me.

Catching my breath, I fall forward, bracing myself on my forearm to keep from squashing her into my desk. Whatever papers and miscellaneous items I had on my desktop moments ago are gone, thrown to the floor.

Once my breathing is back under control and the sparks have finally left my vision, I gaze down at her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen. From my kiss or her biting them?

When I heard from the attorney what Lucas had done with his estate, I’d briefly entertained the notion of letting her off the hook. I figured I’d let her back out, take the smaller number of shares, and we could both go our own ways.

Now, looking down at her, having the warmth of her body against mine, I’m never letting her go.

No matter the benefit or the danger.

She is mine.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” she whispers, like she knows she’s ruining a moment but can’t help herself.

“We definitely should have.” I kiss the corner of her mouth and slide out of her.

My cock immediately feels the loss of her warmth, but I console myself with the vision of my cum leaking out of her pussy.

An urge to swipe it up with my finger and shove it back inside where it can do its work overtakes me, but I fight it back. Once I have my name attached to hers, then I will pump a baby into her.

Fuck. Just the thought of her belly swelling with my child inside makes my cock hard again. I tug my slacks back on and zip before she has a chance to see how much I want her again.

I help her off the desk, delighting in the new blush that creeps up her neck when she takes notice of the mess left behind.

“Someone’s going to see that,” she mutters and scurries across the room toward the adjoining bathroom, stopping only to scoop up her clothing.

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