Page 75 of Shatter Me

I rise from the desk, my body on fire. I can’t stop myself from reaching out, letting my fingers trail along his sculpted abdomen.

“You’re killing me,kulkolka,” he growls, stepping back and beginning to unbuckle his belt.

I watch, transfixed, as he undoes his trousers and lets them fall, stepping out of them. He’s magnificent, all lean muscle and hard lines. I take a steadying breath, trying to ignore the pulse between my legs.

I watch, transfixed, as he settles into my office chair, the leather creaking beneath him. He’s in control even when vulnerable, his eyes burning with intensity.

“Sit.” His deep voice is laced with command, his hand stroking his thick cock, which stands proudly upright.

I move closer, willing my legs to carry me to him. My skirt is the only remaining barrier, and I let it fall, stepping out of it as I approach. I’m naked now, exposed, my body on fire.

I lower myself onto his lap, feeling his heat against my core. His hands find my hips, guiding me as I impale myself on his length. We both groan at the intimate invasion, our bodies already in sync.

With slow, deliberate movements, I start to ride him, raising and lowering myself on his cock. It’s a tantalizing pace, teasing us both. My body craves more, but I take my time, wanting to draw out the pleasure.

His hands squeeze my hips, guiding my movements. “Faster,kulkolka,” he growls, his eyes dark with desire. “Take what you want.”

His words unleash my inhibitions, and I oblige, increasing my pace. My breasts bounce with each movement, my skin flush with arousal.

Dmitri’s head falls back, his mouth open in a silent groan. His hands move to my breasts, kneading and teasing my sensitive nipples as I continue my relentless pace.

“That’s it,” he grunts, his hips thrusting up to meet mine. “Tighten around me.”

His command sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I do as he says, clenching around him, feeling his length fully inside me. It’s too much, too good, and I can feel my release building already.

I throw my head back, my breath coming in sharp gasps. “Dmitri, I?—”

“Come for me,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. “Let me feel it.”

His words push me over the edge, and I cry out, my body shuddering as pleasure racks through me. Dmitri groans in response, his hands holding me tight as my release pulses around him.

But he’s not done. With strong arms, he lifts me, still joined. He stands, holding me securely, his lips claiming mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I taste myself on his lips, and it only fuels my desire.

He walks us over to my desk, and with a swift movement, he sets my back on the smooth wooden surface, still inside me.

“Hold on,” he breathes, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

And then he begins to move, thrusting hard and deep, taking what he wants. I cry out, feeling him fully, completely, his possession absolute.

“Dmitri,” I gasp, bracing myself on the desk, my fingers curling around the edge. “I can’t—it’s too much.”

“It’s not nearly enough.” His voice is ragged as he drives into me, his hips slamming against my ass. “But we have all night to fix that.”

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Icheck my phone for the tenth time in an hour, a smile tugging at my lips as I read Tash's latest message. She's complaining about a new board member touching the artifacts without gloves. The horror.

Can't you have him removed?

I type back a response, imagining the eye roll this will earn me.

I could, but watching you get worked up is more entertaining.

The weight that's been crushing my chest these past weeks has lifted. Having her know everything and accept who I am despite it all has freed something inside me I didn't realize had been caged.

You're impossible

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