Page 16 of The Shadow King's Brother

She’s so damn beautiful it’s almost painful.

I commit every detail to memory: every curve, every dip, every line.

“Did you say pressure, Miss Galli? Maybe I’ll take care of yours instead,” I murmur. I bury my face in her hair, breathing in her fucking cinnamon scent. Her body is taut and ready against mine as I trail slow kisses along the soft spots on her neck, watching the goosebumps rise on her skin.

“Elio,” she moans under my touch.

Her full breasts press against the thin fabric of her shirt, her nipples hard and straining for attention. They’re practically spilling out of her bra—leaving me fucking breathless. I grip her hair, pulling her back, arching her body against me. My kisses grow slower, trailing lower down her chest.

I need this. I need her.

I groan into her mouth, kissing her harder, needing her, wanting her. My tongue delves deeper, forcing her to take it, dominating her, making sure she knows she’s mine.

She gasps, pressing closer, unapologetically hungry, matching my intensity.

My cock is painfully hard as her body quivers against mine, pushing me to the brink. Her breathy moan is like a match to gasoline, sending a jolt straight to my cock. She bites her swollen lip, her dark eyes locked on mine.

I need to be inside of her now.

With her legs wrapped around me, I carry her across the room, not breaking our connection until we reach her desk. One swift motion clears the clutter, and I set her down.

“Stand up and turn around, Nica. Bend over the table,” I rasp. “Let me show you how we get things done around here. You wouldn’t want to disappoint the boss, would you?”

“No, sir,” she complies.

She turns around slowly as if teasing me. She positions her as I slowly pull off her skirt and knickers, sliding them down against her soft skin until they reach the floor.

“You’re mine to play with, and you’ll do as I say,” I demand.

“Yes,” she says in an innocent voice that almost makes me spill.

It’s fucking amazing to see her ass on display, and I adore it. I bring my hand down hard on her backside, the slap reverberating in the room, bringing her to a gasp.

“It’s Mr. De Luca,” I correct her.

“Mmmhhh,” she moans, unable to speak.

“If you behave, I’ll reward you,” I groan.

“Please–” she is out of breath, “Please reward me, Mister De Luca.”

I start with her ankles, moving slowly upwards, adding gentle kisses on the inside of her legs. I hold my breath and bite into the inside of her thighs near her apex, making her moan hard. She’s naked from her waist down, exposed, and ready.

For my pleasure. To do with what I please.

The bulge in my pants grows larger by the minute. “Spread your legs, Miss Galli.”

She reveals her soft pink folds, and I can’t help but admire their beauty. “Fuck, Miss Galli, it’s glistening wet down here.”

My tongue rolls from her upper thigh up to her clit, causing her to tense up and tighten. Smiling, I lick my lips while staring at her opening. She tastes just as good as she smells. My tongue swirls over her clit again as my other hand smacks her backside hard, leaving a red mark I know will last.

My mark on her.

“Elio shit—-l,” she says but spreads her legs further apart, moaning, gasping for air, as my tongue moves rhythmically over her swollen clit.

The other hand strokes down her back between her ass cheeks, just lightly touching until it reaches her exposed pink entrance.

With every touch, I watch her shiver and open herself more, spreading her legs wider and inviting me in.

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