Page 67 of Homecoming

“Well, sorry, but that’s not me. Now, we really must go, as you obviously have some issues you need to discuss. We’ll leave you to it. Kat, nice to meet you and I’m sure I’ll see you again.”

“Yeah… nice to meet you both. Bye.”

Darius and Kat watch as the pair leave, and Kat pulls the light blue linen fabric around covering her naked flesh as she watches Darius stare at the door.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What made you think you know her?”

“I don’t. I think I made a mistake. Kat, I’m sorry. I lost it back there and shouldn’t have. I had a shitty day, and I took it out on you. But I really don’t like being played for the fool.”

“No, I know. And I shouldn’t have done what I did—it wasn’t fair, thrusting Evelyn on you like that.” She steps closer and smiles, stroking his face. “Am I forgiven?”

“Oh no. No, you’ve been averybad girl. And you know what happens to bad girls? They get punished.”

“Really? And whatpunishmentdo you have in mind?” She bites teasingly at her lip and stares him in the eyes as he brushes the loose curls of hair away from her face.

Kat’s heavy musk scent hangs in the air and she moans as he presses the hard want of his cock against her and holds her pinned against the wall. Placing his hand on the smooth curve of her neck, he takes a long and deep sniff of her scent.

His cock strains against the front of his pants as the smell of her body turns him on and, holding her around the wrists, he pins them tightly against the gray paint and growls. As he looks down and, with one hand still gripped around her arms, he uses the other to unfasten the buttons on the front of his shirt she’s still wearing.

Flicking it open, he trails his tongue down her chest, one hand still gripping both her hands above her head.

Kat flinches at the touch of his tongue on her skin and groans. “Darius… I’m sorry.”

He snarls and in one swift movement, he forces her to turn around, and with her cheek pressed against the wall, he purrs against her ear. “Too late.”

Stroking his hand down the curve of her spine and around the smooth roundness of her butt, and then, with a firm slap of his hand, he makes contact with the bare skin of her ass.

“Count!” he snarls.

“Uh,” Kat gasps as the smack takes her by surprise. “One…” the word falls with ease from her lips and as it does, she feels the second sting of his hand. “Oh… Two,” she smiles. “Darius I—”

“Shut up!” He snaps in reply as his eyes burn with fierce intent and his dick presses with a far more urgent need at the front of his pants. Unable to control his lustful desire, Darius lets Kat go and forcing his lips against her neck, he licks and sucks at her skin.

Breathing in her scent, he makes a loud and deepening growl as he bites hard into the soft flesh of her shoulder. He wishes it didn’t hurt her so much, but his concern is quickly forgotten as a rush of pheromones surges through his body and the overwhelming scent of lust fills the room.

Kat shudders at the painful sting of Darius’ teeth as they bite against her flesh and the red wine-colored marks of blood trail down her neck and arm.

As her blood pools in his mouth, he forces his body against hers and rubs the fabric of his pants against her thigh.

Kat smiles as she faces him, and a hot wave of desire floods her body. Placing a hand against the bite on her neck, she watches as Darius licks her warm blood from his bottom lip and swishing her finger over his mouth, wipes the last drop from the corner of his mouth and grins. “Fuck me! I want you to fuck me right now.”

“Oh, I’m going to.” Darius forces his lips onto her and fills her mouth with his tongue as he wraps his arms around her body. Holding her tight, he strips the shirt from her body and forces her backward down the corridor.

Kat's completely naked as they reach the office door and as Darius grapples with the lock he then forces it open and pushes her inside.

As the door slams shut behind her, Kat takes a step back and strokes her hands over her breasts. “Do you want me?” she teasingly grins.

“Oh I want you. Now turn around.” Darius snarls, watching as she dutifully obliges. The large desk is made from a rich mahogany and as Kat places her palms face down against the hard wooden surface, she thrusts her hips back and offers herself to him.

She's desperate to turn around and see his reaction but doesn't dare move beyond the rise and fall of her chest, each long slow breath filled with the weighted excitement of anticipation.

The room is quiet except for the faint sound of Darius’ zip as he strips himself of the rest of his clothes. His deep throaty growl rumbles against her ear as he shoves the plans, files, and maps from the top of the desk and strokes his fingers teasingly along the line of her wantonly wet slit. Again he groans, this time in a mumble of hushed whispers. “I want yousofuckin’ much.”

“Then have me.” A smile fills Kat’s face and as she closes her eyes, the hard want of Darius’ needy dick slides swiftly into the softness between her legs.

Kat hasn’t felt a need like this in a long time and with wet lust seeping between her legs, she feels the powerful prowess of his body thrusting against her.

“Uh…” she gasps, rocking forward as Darius snarls and buries himself deeper inside her.

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