Page 26 of Savage Boss

She moaned and flung her head back, half riding him through every hard thrust until they were both groaning their pleasure. Vlad took a fistful of Jane’s hair and tipped her head back, forcing her to make eye contact as his thrusts came faster and harder. He showed her every ounce of frustration, pain, guilt and anger he felt. He fucked out every negative emotion he felt toward her, and she took it, squeezing him with her pussy, milking him until he had no choice but to come.

The muscles of her vagina contracted, gripping him even tighter and he knew she was about to come too. He dragged her into his chest and forced her face up to his until his lips were inches from hers. “Who do you belong to, Jane?”

She shook her head. The strain of reaching for her orgasm made her vibrate in his arms. He slowed his thrusts until she growled her frustration and hit his shoulder with her fist. “Harder!”

“Who do you belong to?” he said it louder, shaking her and drilling her with a heated glare. “Who the fuck do you belong to, Jane? Say it now.”

The implied threat was enough to send her scrambling again, trying to get away from him. Vlad dropped his hands to her hips and slammed them down on his cock so hard she shrieked in pain, but then grabbed hold of his shoulders and tried to tilt her hips into his in an attempt to reach orgasm.

Vlad held completely still, his obsidian eyes capturing hers. He took her chin in his hand and held her tightly, his tattooed fingers a stark contrast to her pale skin. “You are mine, Jane. That will never change.”

She glared at him. “Fuck you.”

“Say it!” he bellowed.

“I’m yours!” she screamed back at him.

Then in typical Jane fashion, she reached up and gripped his hair so tightly he thought she would yank the strands out by the roots. “And you’re fucking mine,” she growled up at him then flung her head back and shouted as her orgasm slammed into her with the impact of a train. She rode him through intense pleasure, squeezing him until he had no choice but to come with her.

“Blyad!” The guttural bark was torn from his throat.

His balls tightened and a familiar tingle shot down his spine. His cock flared wide until he could barely pack it into her tiny cunt, then he came, spurting his seed deep inside.

They stared at each other as Vlad’s thrusts grew longer and lazier, their combined fluids easing his path.

“Let me up.” Jane shoved at his chest until Vlad pulled out and took a step back. She rolled off the side of the desk and bent down to grab her jeans. Her breaths were rapid and jerky, as though she’d run a marathon.

“You’re running away again, instead of facing your problems.” Vlad said quietly.

Jane straightened; her jeans clutched in her arms and rage bright in her golden eyes.

“Like you did just now by dragging me in here and fucking me against my will? Your ability to deal with your own anger issues isn’t any more mature than mine.” Though her voice was filled with scorn, she was shaking and where she wasn’t blushing a deep red, her skin was more pale than usual.

Vlad looked her over in concern. “Are you hurt?”

Jane blinked rapidly and stared past him. “You don’t get it. I didn’t want you to do that and you did it anyway.”

Vlad began to feel a sensation he’d never really felt before. It took him a moment to realize he was feeling shame. He’d ensured her orgasm but that didn’t seem to change anything. Jane still felt used and emotionally hurt by his actions. He was supposed to protect his wife, but he’d failed at protecting her from himself.

“Jane…” he started to ask her if she was going to be okay, but she cut him off.

“It’s fine.” She turned to leave the office.

Her hand barely landed on the door when Vlad growled. “Put your damn jeans on. No one but me gets to see you like that.”

“Why?” she snarled, whirling around to face him again. “You don’t want them to see what you did to me?”

The shame fled. Vlad stalked toward Jane, slamming his hand into the door over her shoulder. To her credit, she held his angry gaze and didn’t flinch.

“Put your fucking jeans on and stop testing me.”

She raised her chin, her eyes hard chips of ice. “Or what? You’ll fuck me until I’m black and blue?”

Vlad had to close his eyes and take a few breaths. There was absolutely no point in this familiar fight. He didn’t want to repeat himself and he didn’t want to threaten her. Instead, he opened his eyes and stared down at her, his hand still on the door. He would stand there all night if he had to; she wasn’t leaving until she was dressed.

Jane let out a huff of annoyance and stepped to the side so she could bend over and jerk her jeans up her legs. Vlad bit back a smirk as she was forced to hop around in order to get the tight fabric on. It was difficult to look justifiably indignant while hopping on one foot.

“I’m leaving,” she snapped reaching for the doorknob.

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