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I clench my fists at my side as I glare at her. Her scent flows over me and I huff out a breath to push it away.

She tilts her chin upward to confront me. “What are you going to do, Gio? Hit me? Strangle me? Will that make you feel better?” She hisses in anger, but I can see the fear in her eyes. The doubt, creeping in like a slow burning flame.She’s scared of me.My heart beats faster.

Her fear is turning me on in dangerous ways.

Unable to control myself, I reach up and slowly wrap my hand around her throat, tightening my grip until that panic in her eyes intensifies. It’s a beautiful sight, seductive. Tempting.

Expect now my body is burning too. My cock is growing harder and I know she can feel it as it bulges against my pants.

Her lips part and she takes a strained breath, my fingers cutting off most of her air. Her chest is heaving, and her pupils dilate.

I press my body harder into hers. My cock throbs against her stomach and she doesn’t move. She doesn’t try to push me away.

The look in her eyes is daring me to go further. Daring me to do whatever I want to her.

My lips crash into hers and instantly the taste of her floods through me like a drug, one I thought I was long over, but the moment I taste her every cell in my body ignites with need. Every pleasurable moment I’ve ever had with her taunts me. My lips move over hers and I push my tongue inside her mouth.

I step towards her again, forcing her onto the desk as the kiss intensifies. Her hands are pulling at my shirt and the sounds she making against my mouth are almost enough to tear me apart.

My hand slides up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher, my touch burning against her skin.

I shove her legs apart with my hips, leaning into her to pin her to the desk.

She whimpers beneath me and my adrenalin spikes.

She is mine to do whatever I please.

My cock aches, remembering how it felt to thrust into her -

A dark growl vibrates through me and I pull her off the desk, spinning her around and pushing her face down onto it again.

She cries out in fright but arches her ass up towards me. I slap her hard, leaving a red mark on her skin. She looks vulnerable and unspeakably sexy.

Yanking her dress out of the way I took my finger beneath her panties, brushing over her pussy, feeling how wet she is already.

With a sharp tug, I rip the delicate lace right off her body. She gasps and shifts beneath me.

She tries to look at me over her shoulder and I shove her head forward, pushing her cheek into the desk as I tear my belt off and free my cock. Thick veins are throbbing down the length of me, pulsing and aching with need.

I position myself behind her and when I thrust into her, I do it with force.

Holding nothing back I shove my cock deep inside her pussy, stretching her open and burying myself inside her. Her pussy tightens over me as she tries to adjust to the size of me.

I pull out and thrust in again. Her hips bash against the edge of the desk and she cries out.

“Shut up.” I growl in warning.

She whimpers quietly, obedient. And I begin to fuck her like I used to. Claiming her entire body each time my cock plunges into her. My fingers knotted in her hair as I hold her down. She is beautiful and helpless beneath me, but more willing than she wants to admit.

She used to tease me for hours until I took her like this. It was a game I loved to play with her.

I thrust, again and again, pleasure building and intensifying as I fuck her harder and harder.

My cock slides in and out, soaked with her desire, pushing her pussy open for my pleasure. She arches against me, rocking into my thrusts and when I place my hand on her hip, I can feel her body shaking with pleasure.

An urgency rushes through her and she starts moving, trying to circle her hips, trying to have more of me. A low, dark laugh rolls from my lips and I kick her legs wider apart, grabbing both hips in my hands I fuck her as though she was a whore, and her only purpose was to please me.

She loves it - and the more she loves it the more it drives me wild.

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