Page 30 of Forbidden Vengeance

My tongue laps at her clit, tasting her juices, making me moan in pleasure at her taste. I close my lips around her clit, sucking gently.

“Mario!” Elena gasps again, her hips grinding against my mouth. “I’m going to—I’m going to?—”

With a shuddering cry, Elena’s thighs clench around my head, trapping me against her as she rides out her high. I work her through her climax, lapping at the bit of wetness that escapes. When she collapses against the desk, I carefully withdraw my fingers, sucking the leftover juice off them.

I will never get enough of her taste. I already want more.

Shedding my pants, I allow my aching cock to spring free. Elena leans up against her elbows, her eyes glittering as she takes me in.

I smirk. “Like what you see?”

Instead of answering me, she yanks me forward, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I press the tip of my cock against her entrance and she moans again, grinding her hips against me in a way that makes me curse.

“Don’t fucking tease me,” she snarls against my mouth. “I need you.”

Those three words do me in—I need you.

When I finally enter her, the sound she makes is pure surrender—a broken cry that echoes through the dimly lit office, carving itself into my memory. I bury my face in the curve of her neck, my own restraint shattering as she meets me thrust for thrust, her body rising to mine like a wave cresting over and over again.

Her nails score my back, her legs tightening around me as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear, and the intensity of it all—the heat, the desperation, the way she moans my name like a benediction—drives me closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” Elena whimpers. “Faster, Mario. Faster!”

My hips stutter as I find a faster, more furious pace. The desk creaks and groans from the magnitude behind my thrusts. I feel and hear the telltale signs that she is approaching another orgasm. Her moans and cries become more and more pronounced.

Each movement feels like a claim, a vow made in the language of bodies, and I’m consumed by her—by us—until nothing else exists.

Grabbing her hand, I guide it down between us, growling, “I want to see you touch yourself.”

Elena moans at my command, immediately moving her hand further down to where we’re joined.

So much for her claim that she’s never taken orders from a man before.

I look down, watching as her slim fingers tease and rub her clit in time with my thrusts. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I hiss before I tug her back, causing Elena to fully arch under me as I mark her skin, claiming her as mine.

“Mario, I…” Elena’s voice cuts off with a cry, her body shuddering.

“Come for me, baby,” I growl into her ear. “Let me feel you.”

That is the permission she seemingly needs. Her whole body begins to shake as her orgasm overtakes her. Her legs tighten around me as I continue thrusting into her, seeking my own release. When it happens, I capture her lips in a kiss, my thrusts becoming sloppier as I ride out my high.

Afterward, the quiet hums with something heavy, something dangerous. I help her off the desk, helping her put her dress back into place, but my gaze lingers on the curve of her neck, the faint flush on her cheeks, the marks I’ve left behind.

She smooths her lipstick with a trembling hand, and her eyes meet mine in the dim light, sharp and unrelenting.

“This changes everything,” I say roughly, the words tasting like a vow as they leave my lips.

Her hand drifts to her stomach—a gesture that feels like a knife to the gut—and her laugh is soft, humorless. “Everything changed the moment you noticed me outside my office,” she murmurs, her voice calmer than it has any right to be.

She steps closer, her fingers brushing mine for the briefest moment before pulling away. “The question is…are you ready for what comes next?”

Her words hang in the air between us, a challenge, a promise, and I know—there’s no going back.

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ELENA

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