Page 60 of Love Me in the Dark
Sliding it down her back, I revel in the way she shivers under my touch. I push the handle between her ass cheeks, not stopping until it’s nudged against her pussy.
“Are you my good girl?” I rasp.
She shakes her head and thrashes underneath me. “Not if it means letting you own me,” she spits.
With a chuckle, I push the handle of the letter opener into her wet heat.
“Rafe,” she cries. “That… that feels… no I can’t… what even is… oh fuck!” Her moans turn nonsensical as I fuck her faster and harder with the letter opener.
“You can,” I growl. “And you will cream all over this family heirloom. I’m not letting you up until it’s dripping with your juices.”
Her body quakes, and I know she’s close again. The primal satisfaction of having her at my mercy, of bending her to my will, sends a shiver up my spine. She bucks against the desk, teetering on the edge of ecstasy as I work the letter opener in and out of her slick cunt.
“Rafe, please,” she gasps, voice breaking. “Please let me come.”
“Only if you admit what we both already know,” I hiss back. “Tell me whose good girl you are.”
I withdraw the handle slowly, savoring the way she clenches around it. She lets out a frustrated whimper, her body trembling with need.
“Say it,” I command, hovering the handle just outside her entrance.
She pants heavily. “You,” she finally rasps. “Your good girl. Please… please make me come…”
“Good girl.” I slam the handle back into her pussy, fucking her relentlessly with it as her cries fill the room. The wet sounds of her arousal mixing with her moans drive me wild.
I reach around to rub her clit while I continue thrusting the letter opener inside her. Her whole body stiffens and then convulses as another powerful orgasm takes hold of her.
“Yes! Oh God, yes!” she screams.
Her juices gush out, coating the handle as promised. I keep fucking her through it until she’s a quivering mess on the desk.
Pulling the now glistening letter opener from her wet heat, I briefly admire how soaked it is before spinning her around and bringing it up to her mouth. “Clean it,” I groan. “Lick the handle clean.”
To my surprise, she doesn’t even hesitate. She opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out, snaking it around the handle. Unable to stand the sight, I do the same. Our tongues touch, and I’m so fucking ready for her.
Her legs are still shaking when I throw the letter opener on the floor. “You look so fucking beautiful like this,” I murmur against her lips before kissing her hard.
Alina kisses me back feverishly, hands roaming over my arms and shoulders, before sliding down between us to grasp my throbbing cock again. She strokes me with newfound urgency, and it doesn’t take long before I’m groaning into her mouth.
I pull back slightly so our eyes can meet—hers are dark with desire and challenge. Without breaking eye contact, I lift her back onto the desk and position myself at her dripping entrance.
“Tell me who owns you,” I demand one last time as I rub my tip teasingly against her clit.
She glares defiantly at me even as she moans softly from the contact. “No one,” she insists breathlessly.
With a low growl of frustration and lust, I thrust into her hard enough to make us both gasp. Her walls tighten around my thick shaft, drawing me deeper into her heat.
Wrapping one arm around her waist while gripping a handful of hair with my other hand, I start pounding into Alina mercilessly. Each thrust forces those sweet sounds from deep within her chest—moans laced with longing that spur me on further.
The desk creaks, papers scatter across its surface like fallen leaves in a storm as we lose ourselves completely in each other’s bodies.
“You’re mine,” I snarl between thrusts when our eyes meet again—daring Alina to contradict what we both know.
Her moans rise in pitch and frequency as I take her faster and harder than before. She’s completely at my mercy, with no escape from the relentless assault on her senses.
“You’re mine,” I groan again.
She cries out as another orgasm tears through her body, leaving her shaking and breathless beneath me. The way she clenches around my cock is almost too much for me to handle—I’m right on the edge myself now.
