Page 45 of His Ruthless Vow

Her eyes darken at my words, and then she's taking me into her mouth, those full lips stretching around me as she holds my gaze. The wet heat of her tongue, the slight pressure of her teeth—she's not being gentle, and I don't want her to be.

I keep my hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she works me with that clever mouth. Every slide of her tongue, every hollow of those cheeks—it's fucking perfect. But it's the defiance in her eyes that's pushing me to the edge, that refusal to fully surrender even as she's on her knees.

The door swings open without a knock.

"Kendra, I was thinking about that campaign pitch?—"

The voice cuts through the room, followed by sudden silence. I don't break eye contact with Kendra, whose movements falter for just a second before she continues, hidden beneath the desk I’m still behind.

Alex stands frozen in the doorway, his polished appearance suddenly comical as confusion washes over his face at finding me seated behind Kendra's desk.

"You're not Kendra." He states the obvious, his gaze darting around the office. "Where is she?"

I lean back in the chair, my expression neutral despite the exquisite torture happening beneath the desk. "She's busy at the moment."

His eyes narrow slightly, the wheels turning as he tries to make sense of who I am and why I'm in her office. I haven't bothered to button my suit jacket, and the telltale bulge of my shoulder holster is visible if he bothers to look.

"I'll, uh, come back later then," he says, already backing toward the door.

"She'll be busy for a while," I reply, voice rougher than intended as Kendra does something particularly devastating with her tongue. A groan escapes me before I can stop it, and I cup the back of her head, guiding her down further.

Comprehension dawns on Alex's face—slow at first, then all at once. His eyes widen, darting to the desk and back to my face, now twisted in obvious pleasure.

"Jesus," he whispers, his hand frozen on the doorknob.

The pressure builds, heat coiling at the base of my spine as Kendra increases her pace. Her mouth is relentless, knowing exactly what I need. I lock eyes with Alex as I come, making sure he sees exactly who's claiming her, letting him witness my pleasure as she swallows everything.

Kendra emerges from under the desk, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. When she spots Alex, she freezes, the confident mask slipping for just a moment to reveal genuine shock. Clearly, she thought he left.

I don't give her time to be embarrassed. I simply pull her onto my lap, one hand possessively splayed across her stomach, the other brushing her hair away from her flushed face.

"Get out," I tell Alex, my voice leaving no room for argument. "She deserves her reward."

He stands there for another moment, stunned, before backing out of the office and closing the door with a soft click. I half-expect Kendra to explode, to rage at me for the deliberate show of dominance, but when I look down at her, there's something dark and hungry in her eyes.

"What the fuck was that?" she demands, but there's no real heat behind it. If anything, she sounds breathless, turned on.

"That was me making sure everyone knows you're taken." I stand, lifting her with me before bending her over her pristine desk. Papers scatter, her phone clatters to the floor, but I don't care. All I see is the curve of her ass as I push that tight dress up around her waist.

"You can't just—" she starts to protest, but the words die in her throat as I tear her lace underwear aside and thrust into her in one swift motion.

She's soaking wet, her body contradicting any objection she might voice. I hold her down with one hand between her shoulder blades, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. Each thrust is deliberate, claiming, marking her from the inside out.

"Ican. Iwill. And you wantmeto," I challenge, knowing she won't deny it. Knowing she wants this as much as I do.

Instead of answering, she pushes back against me, taking me deeper, a low moan escaping those lips that were just wrapped around my cock. The sound ignites something primal in me, erasing any remaining restraint.

I pound into her until her walls tighten around me, squeezing the fucking life out of me. She moans so loud I hope that everyone on the floor hears it, and it's enough to have my orgasm build, hitting me unexpectedly as she convulses under me. I pump her full, pulling out to watch my cum leak down her legs and I grin.

"I should make you go talk to him like this." I smear my release across her pussy and she jolts, sensitive. "Covered in my cum, with my taste on your tongue."

"Enzo," she groans when I smear it more.

"God, you look so good right now." I pull her upright, taking in how messy she looks. "Let's go."

To my surprise, she doesn't argue.

I drive faster than usual, the sleek lines of my car cutting through traffic with a controlled aggression that matches my mood. Kendra sits beside me, silent. I don't need to look at her to feel her eyes on me—analytical, assessing, trying to make sense of what just happened and where we're heading.

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