Page 28 of The Secretary Volume II

Deliberate.

Unstoppable.

I arch against him, my nails raking down his back.

I shouldn’t want this.

But I do.

He sets a rhythm, steady and devastating, dragging pleasure from my body like he owns it.

Because he does.

His fingers slip under my jaw, tilting my head back.

“Look at me.”

I force my eyes open.His gaze is dark, hungry.

I don’t break eye contact when he thrusts deeper, harder.

His grip tightens on my throat.“You always give in, don’t you?”

I want to say no.

But that would be a lie.

My back arches.My breath falters.My nails dig into his skin.

He pushes harder, faster, deeper.

He’s relentless.Controlled.Ruining me completely.

I break first.

Pleasure crashes through me, violent and consuming.

He doesn’t slow.He drives me through it, dragging it out.

Only when he’s satisfied does he finally let go.

A low growl escapes his throat.

Then he buries himself deep, shattering.

After, his fingers trail down my spine.

Slow.Possessive.

A reminder.

I close my eyes.

This is not me.

This is not my body.

Ellis grips my chin, forcing my gaze back to his.A single finger traces my lower lip, as his expression shifts—to something darker, something indulgent.“Say it.”

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