Page 59 of Deadly Wrath

Every pair I’ve worn so far has been ripped to shreds right off my ass.

His eyes, now dark and hungry, sweep over me, making goosebumps prickle all over my body. I drop to my knees and crawl toward him. I stop short of his long legs, leaning back on my heels. My thighs clench, my breath shortens, and God help me, I’m already soaked.

“Come here,” he orders, shifting his chair back, wanting me right between his legs.

“Yes, sir.” The words leave my lips without even thinking, and the heat in his eyes makes my skin burn, kneeling at his feet.

His hand fists in my hair, pulling me up and spinning me around so my back presses against his chest. His lips brush my ear. “I like when you call me that,” he says before tearing my bra off, leaving me in just panties, before bending me over the desk. My nipples hardeninstantly from the cool wood. His hands trail down my waist, lingering at my ass.

The snap of his belt sends a shiver down my spine, the anticipation knotting tight in my stomach. My panties are gone in a second, ripped away like they were never there. My wrists are bound behind my back before I can even process it. The leather bites into my skin just enough to make me whimper.

His hand fists in my hair again, yanking me upright. I’m bare, restrained, and entirely at his mercy. My head spins, but all I can think isgive me more.

“Is this why you called me here, sir?” I breathe, taking a small step back, dragging my fingers over his bulge straining against his pants.

“I don’t remember why I called you in here,” he grins wickedly. “Be a good girl and get on your fucking knees.”

My body gives in instantly, turning to face him and dropping to my knees. All rationality is gone. My pretty kitty is purring, desperate for him, for those damn piercings, for the sting that makes me beg for more. His cock is out before I blink, thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum and the shine of his piercings. My tongue darts out, tasting him, and the first salty drop makes me moan.

“Open,” he commands.

Before I can process it, he thrusts deep into my mouth, stretching me, making me take him all. Tears prick my eyes as he grips my hair, fucking my throat without mercy. Spit drips down my chin, but the mess only turns me on more. My arms are bound behind me, and I’m completely at his mercy, taking everything he gives me. He’s rough and unrelenting. And it’s fucking perfect.

His thighs tremble, muscles flexing, and with one last thrust, his release fills my mouth. I swallow every drop, tongue swirling around his piercings as he groans. He yanks me up before I can catch my breath and bends me over the desk again. His body presses into mine, every ridge of muscle making my skin burn.

“But now I need to teach you a lesson.” The clink of his belt has my body buzzing when he unties my hands. “This is what happens when you push too far.”

The first crack of leather against my ass rips a gasp from me, the sting spreading fast and sharp. My body betrays me. The horny bitch is already desperate for more.

“Count,” Alessio demands.

“O-one,” I stutter, already shaking.

Another strike, harder this time. My back arches. “Two.”

By the fifth, I’m trembling, wetness dripping down my thighs, heat pooling low in my belly. My breathing is uneven as he lifts both of my legs, balancing me so my chest presses against the desk while my ass goes in the air—completely exposed and right in his face.

My cheeks burn, and I’m not sure if it’s from the keg-stand position I’m in or the sheer embarrassment of how turned on I am.

A low chuckle vibrates against my inner thigh before his tongue drags along my pussy, slow and teasing, tasting every inch of me. The pleasure’s too much and not enough all at once, driving me insane. When I’m about to come with my first almost-handstand orgasm, he sets me back on my feet, standing me upright.

Jerk.

He gets a kick out of edging me and leaving me at his mercy.

“I could eat your pussy all day, but your greedy cunt begs to be fucked.” His hands trail up my back, pushing me forward on the desk. Then he thrusts in fast and hard, with no warning and no time to adjust.

I scream his name, grabbing the desk for something to hold onto. He leans down, his voice sending a delicious shiver through me, his breath is hot against my neck. His hand grips my throat, pulling me against him. My eyesflutter shut, every inch of him pressing into me like he’s trying to sear himself into my skin.

I’m on the brink of losing it when his hand drags down my stomach, tapping my soaked pussy with just enough sting to make my body jolt. He grabs my right leg, lifting it on the desk, and brutally thrusts into me. Then he sinks his teeth into the side of my neck at the same time. I swear my soul is two seconds away from damn near leaving my body.

“This pussy comes only when I give it permission. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper, every nerve in my body is trembling.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and my brain blanks out. His praise shouldn’t undo me like this, but it wrecks me. I’m not the girl who needs this kind of control, but from him, it’s everything. His hips snap forward, each thrust more brutal and punishing than the first. His piercings hit that delicious, sweet spot that makes me whimper and beg like a dick-crazed hornball with no shame.

“Who owns this ass?”

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