Page 29 of Shatter Me

“Yes...” she moans, her voice thick with need. “I want you to. Make me feel it.”

My handprints on her ass are a stark contrast to the delicate fabric of her dress. She looks so modest and conservative, yet she takes everything I give her and begs for more. It’s a stark reminder that the most unsuspecting people sometimes have the darkest desires.

I tighten my grip on her hair, my other hand sliding down to squeeze her breast through the dress. “You have the tightest pussy,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “It clenches around my cock so perfectly. Designed just for me.”

“Only you,” she agrees, her voice breathless as I thrust into her. “Always you, Dmitri.”

Those words send a shot of lust straight to my cock. Having her like this gives me an irresistible rush.

Her hips arch back to meet my thrusts, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine.

I fist her hair hard and pull her up, changing the angle of my thrusts. “Fuck,” I grunt, my eyes sliding shut as the new position hits her in just the right spot. “You’re so tight like this.”

“Dmitri...” Her voice is a plea, her body tensing. “Right there... don’t stop.”

I pound into her, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room. “Come for me,” I demand, my voice rough with my own need coiling in my guts. “Come on my cock.”

Her fingers dig into the desk, her back arching as she cries out. Her pussy clenches around me, and her juices flow over my length, soaking us both.

“That’s it,” I grit out, my eyes rolling back in my head as her orgasm sends me over the edge. “Fuck, your tight pussy is strangling my cock.”

I slam into her a few more times, each thrust sending new waves of pleasure through me. With a final growl, I spill myself into her, my cock pulsing as I bury my face in her sweet-smelling hair.

For a moment, we’re both breathless, our bodies still joined. Then, slowly, I pull out of her, her body reluctantly releasing my cock. The sight of my cum dripping out of her wrecked pussy is so fucking heavenly. And that’s when I realize I didn’t use a condom. What the fuck? I always use a condom.

I help Tash stand, steadying her as she wobbles slightly. “I apologize. Going raw was... careless of me.”

“The pill.” She smooths down her dress, cheeks flushed. “I’m on it. And clean, of course.”

“I’m clean as well.” My jaw tightens. “But I never fuck without protection. Never.”

She raises an eyebrow at my vehemence. “First time for everything?”

“No.” I run a hand through my hair. “I pride myself on control. This lapse in judgment...”

“Hey.” She touches my arm. “It’s okay. We’re both adults. Both tested. Both protected.”

I nod, but the loss of control still unsettles me. In my line of work, in my position, control is everything. Yet with Tash, my carefully maintained restraint keeps slipping.

“You do something to me,” I admit, cupping her face. “Make me forget myself.”

Her lips curve. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Perhaps not.” I brush my thumb across her bottom lip. “But it’s certainly dangerous.”

Her eyes are filled with dark desire. “I want you again,” Tash whispers, her fingers trailing down my chest.

My cock stirs at her words. Fuck. The things this woman does to me. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I like getting burned.” She presses closer, and I can smell her perfume mixed with the scent of sex. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

I grab her wrist, stilling her wandering hand. “Of course I want you. I’ve barely scratched the surface of everything I want to do to you.”

Her breath catches. “Then do them.”

My control—what little I’ve managed to regain—snaps. I crush my mouth to hers, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss. She moans into my mouth, her body melting against mine.

“I should go home,” I mutter against her lips, even as my hands slide down to cup her ass.

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