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All my doubts and fears were compounding together. I knew that, but I still couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t keep up the unfeeling facade I’d built up so carefully.

Not with him.

His fingers moved in jerky motions as he yanked open his jeans, his erection straining against the fabric. His tattoos danced across his skin, enchanting me like some sort of magic spell.Minepractically glowed neon on his wrist, flashing a warning sign that we were so incredibly fucked.

But I couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. There was something wrong with us, and maybe that was part of why this worked so fucking well.

Tears slid down my cheeks as I looked up at him.

“You’re more than sex,” he said as his cock slapped my cheek.

It made a heavy thud, my eyes fluttering as I took in the sight of him. The veins that bulged, the length and girth of him, the bead of pre-cum dripping from the head.

All for me.

I was selfish, wasn’t I? After all the years of not being looked at the way he looked at me, his hard cock was a gift. One I wanted to lick and suck and give myself to.

He was turning me into a selfish slut.

That’s what they’ll all say about me. That I’m selfish and keeping him for myself and?—

“I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you, Pepper. I’ve neverneededsomeone this way. I don’t care what they say about us. I don’t care what your ex-husband thinks. Stand back up.”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me to my feet. I squeaked as our lips met, all of my worries melting away. Pleasure froze every muscle, my body bowing against his, his cock pressing against my stomach.

“Mine,” he whispered. “You’re mine. Not his. Not anyone else’s. You don’t even belong to yourself right now, you belong to me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“But what about me?” I rasped. “Are you mine too? Are you?—”

He raked up my skirt and spun me around, bending me over my desk. The city skyline danced in my vision, the swollen sunset dripping gold over every building. I gasped as his fingertips met my soaked pussy.

He stiffened in surprise as he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties.

Just like he’d asked.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You want this. I know that you want this. Otherwise you wouldn’t be working in your office without panties on. Have you been walking around like this since our texts earlier? Thinking about me fucking you? Thinking about calling me in here and having my cock inside you as you take your meetings? Fucking answer me.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “Yes. All day, Salt. All fucking day.”

He leaned over me, his weight pinning me down as he whispered harshly, “How could you ever doubt that I am yours? How could you ever think that I go one fucking second of my day without dreaming about breeding your cunt, and fucking you until all you know ismyname. Who the fuck do you think I am?”

“Mine,” I whimpered.

He paused, lining up his cock with my entrance. I needed him now more than ever. I needed to know that I was his.

“Salt,” I moaned.

I heard fabric rip and gasped, looking back over my shoulder just in time for him to stuff part of my skirt in my mouth.

“If you need me to stop, make your hand signal.”

Yes, Sir.I couldn’t say the words but I still tried to. They came out jumbled, quickly turning into moans as he forced his cock inside me.

Pleasure quaked through me as I was stretched by his cock. But I was greedy, and my cunt was greedy for every ridged inch. I wanted him to fuck me, own me, breed me, mark me, destroy me, and stain my soul with his cum. The lust raging between us was infectious and dangerous, but I just didn’t care. I didn’t care if he ruined me.

Iwantedhim to ruin me.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “You’re never leaving me. I’ll never let you go. They’ll never stop me from having you. I don’t care that you’re older than me. I don’t care that we’re from different worlds. I just—”thrust“—don’t—”thrust“—care.”

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