Page 56 of Wicked Rivals

So I tried to stand up, but his hand on my back kept me down. I had to get creative… I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls as he kept fucking me.

“Fuuuck. Don't do that,” he snarled.

“Just proving it's better my way,” I said over my shoulder.

Stefano abruptly pulled out of me and stepped back.

I stood up, not wanting to waste the opportunity, but he pushed me back down on the desk, onto my back. He grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head before angling his hips and thrusting into me again.

“Why do you have to make everything so difficult, Valerie?”

I couldn't move. And I didn't want to.

This was even better. I could still feel every single inch of him sliding in and out of me, brushing against the most sensitive parts of my body, but now I could watch him. I got to see the focus and determination in his wicked, dark eyes.

He transferred my wrists into just one hand and slid the other down to my breasts and tweaked my nipples a few times before continuing down to my clit.

“I wanted to be sweet with you. I wanted to be loving. I wanted to show you that you don’t have to do any of this alone, that I’m here for you and our son. But you always have to be such a stubborn little bitch.

“I could have taken you on a bed of feathers and silks and made love to you for hours, but you had to be a damn brat, didn’t you? Now you’ve reduced it to me fucking you like a whore on top of this desk.”

The pressure in my core built higher and higher, taking with it all the stress, all the frustration, all the fear, all the worry. All of it replaced by my muscles tensing, preparing for the explosion Stefano was about to draw from my body.

I gasped. “Don't stop.”

“You don't give the orders. I’ll tell you when you can come.”

He ran his thumb in tight circles as he thrust inside me, harder and harder, over and over.

Sweat beaded on his brow, his jaw tight with concentration as he made me feel things I didn't know were possible.

“Now be a good girl and come for me,” he growled through his gritted teeth.

My body obeyed him. As my vision faded, the most incredible release of my life overtook me. Wave after wave of pleasure licked up my spine and radiated through my limbs.

Stefano’s roar of satisfaction followed me over the edge.

I closed my eyes to ride out the waves. The next thing I knew, I lay stretched out over Stefano's body, both of us on the sofa in the sitting area of his office.

He kissed the top of my head, and when he spoke, his voice got softer, becoming almost a whisper.

“I’ll break you every time, Val. Tell me what I want to hear.”

“Tell you what?” I asked, not wanting to be fooled by his docile tone.

Even lions could be docile when not stalking their prey.

“That it's better when you're not alone.”

“Fine,” I sighed. “It feels better when you fuck me than when I masturbate.”

I rolled my eyes at him, and when he laughed, I couldn't help but laugh with him.

Somehow, I felt lighter. All my problems were still there. They still needed to be dealt with. My plans hadn't changed, but at the moment, that didn’t have to be my priority.

For the first time in I didn't even know how long, I could just be in that moment, not looking over my shoulder or worrying about what or who waited around the next corner. I could just be a woman enjoying the carefree afterglow of sex with a man.

“I hate how good this feels,” I admitted as I traced the patterns on his chest.

---