Page 118 of Undeniably Corrupt
His lips tickle my ear, and he whispers, “This room, like every other on this floor, is soundproofed, and you saw me lock the door. Yes or no?”
His hands move between us, right over my ass, and I feel his belt unlooping more than I hear it. His zipper is next, and oh god, what am I doing? I can’t do this.
“Yes or no, Liora?”
My eyes pinch shut. “Yes.”
“Remember you said that next time you dare to call me a mistake.” With that, his belt wooshes through the loops of his pants before the soft leather cracks against my ass. “No more hiding shit from me, Angel.”Thwack. He hits the other cheek and my eyes roll back in my head as a sweet sting burns its way to my empty core. “No more trying to leave me for my own good.”Thwack. He gets the other cheek, and I grind into the edge of the table. “No more putting yourself at risk, or I will make this punishment look easy and light.”Thwack.Thwack. “Promise me. It’s you and it’s me and it’s us. It’s the three of us. Always.”
“Yes.” Only it’s a moan and a plea, but for what I don’t even know. My mind is swirling and hazy, and my body is vibrating in the best of ways. It’s like the toy the other night. Intense and foreign, but somehow has me craving more of it.
“Say it.”Thwack, thwack. One on each cheek, and I can feel the heat rises up my flesh.
“It’s us.” He slaps my pussy with it, and holy crap, I’m leaking down my thighs from getting spanked with Vander’s belt on a conference table. “Forever.” I turn my head to meet his eyes because I already know I’ll never have this with anyone else. No one will ever love me the way he does. It’s wild and different and undeniably corrupt, but it’s ours, and I want it. Forever, just as I said. “I love you, and it’s us forever.”
His mouth crushes mine, and he thrusts straight into me. My eyes instantly roll into the back of my head. His cock rings hit me in all the right places as he sets a pace, fucking me in all the right ways.
And instead of saying no and running as far from him as I can, I’m here with him, letting him fill me up over and over, loving how he stretches me and how full he makes me feel. What is it about him that makes it impossible for me to say no? That makes any resistance futile and any distance detestable.
His tongue swirls with mine, his chest pressing down on my back as his hips piston into me at a fast, relentless pace. With the weight of him against me, his harsh breaths rasping into my mouth, and his cock fucking me so perfectly, I’m already close. I don’t even care that we’re at work. Again. I should. I should care about a lot of things, but getting lost in him is better than almost anything, and right now, I need the mental reprieve.
I need to feel close to him. I need to feel this, hoping, praying that the places my mind is going, the wild, crazy ideas formulating within me, will have us together on the other side.
He picks up his pace, driving his thrusts harder. My heel slips to the floor, and I bring my knee up to the table, spreading my thighs wider to bring him as deep and close as possible. His forehead meets my spine, and he holds me as he fucks me, whispering a million different things to me. Things like he loves me, and he’ll take care of me and Hazel, and how no one will ever hurt us, not ever.
I gasp as he hits a certain spot and does it again just to show me who I belong to. Who owns me. That’s how he kisses me too. Like I really am his and he won’t tolerate anything else. It scares me as much as it thrills me. My heart sighs and rushes with adrenaline. It’s the oddest combination.
He pulls out and flips me over, spreads me wide and reenters me. But now we’re face-to-face, and all his urgency is gone. His hands are on my face, and his movements have slowed, more even and deeper than before.
I hold onto him, grinding and rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. I feel his cock swirling and moving within me. Thick and hard and incredible as it rubs my inner walls. His fingers slip between us to find my clit where he starts circling it with fast swirls of his hand. With him doing that, I don’t stand a chance. It’s all too much, and it shoots me over the brink into ecstasy. The moment he feels me clench and start to come, he follows. His body tenses and grips me tighter.
“Fuck, Angel,” he groans into me, his lips layered with mine. I watch him the same as he’s doing with me until his eyes close and he releases a heavy breath. I hold the back of his head, still shaky and more than a little unsettled despite the orgasm I just had.
He kisses me, still rocking into me, not wanting to stop.
“This is the moment when having panties would be very helpful.”
He smiles against my skin. “Don’t move.”
“You’re a jerk.”
“You’re a goddess.” A hard smack on my pussy makes me whimper, and then he’s snatches a box of tissues for me and helps me to sit up. I grab a wad of them and essentially shove them between my legs.
“We really need to stop doing this in the workplace.”
“No one will know.” He finishes redoing his belt and pants and comes over to run his fingers through the strands of my hair, fixing the wayward pieces and even swiping at some mascara under my eyes. “You’re perfect.”
“So what now?”
“Now we work. We do our jobs, and then you get Hazel and go home without me. I’ll come home very late tonight. You and Hazel are not to leave the house. If you don’t want to make dinner, order in, but you’re not going out again.”
“You’re very authoritarian.”
“Only with the people I love.”
“She’s gonna fall in love with you,” I tell him again because it’s one thing for me, it’s another for Hazel.
“Aw, Angel, I meant it. You’re both mine. She’s my girl, too.” He swings me off the table and slaps my ass. “Now be my good little assistant and get back to work.”
