Page 46 of Devilish King (Valentino Empire 1)

This, this is a look I want to permanently stamp in my memory. How is someone so bloody attractive?

“Lock the door, Holly.”Oh no, I know that tone.That commanding presence that goes straight to my vagina.

“I will, but can you just hold that thought for me. One second.” Raising one finger, I rush over to the sofa and pick up my phone before returning to the door and locking it. I lift my phone and focus the camera. “Don’t move. I need this photo like a fish needs water,” I say, snapping a million pictures of my Italian god.

Theo’s lip tilts up at the side; he’s withholding a laugh. I’ve seen him do that a lot. Once I have enough images filling my camera roll, I put my phone in my pocket.

“Are you done?” Theo asks.

“For now. But fair warning: if I walk into a room again, only to see you looking all hot and shit, I’m going to want a photo. And that’s going to be a lot of photos, because you always look hot. I might need to invest in some SD cards. I won’t have nearly enough storage.”

At this, Theo laughs—except I’m not joking. I really do want that many photos of him.

“Okay, I’ll try to look lesshot and shit.”

“You couldn’t, even if you wanted to.” I walk forward and stand in front of him. My mouth waters as I look him up and down. The things I want to do to this man.

Theo reaches out, places a hand on each side of me, and lifts me off the floor before turning around and sitting me on his desk. My legs have a mind of their own, immediately granting him access between them.

Theo’s finger runs along the inside of my right thigh, then under my skirt. “I haven’t been able to get something out of my mind since we left the café.”

“What’s that?” I ask.

“If your panties are really wet or not?”

“Well, maybe you need to do your own inspection,” I suggest.

“Don’t worry, I fully plan oninspectingthem.” His finger slips under the lace and runs straight up the middle of my slit.

“Mmm, I think I like your kind of inspections.”

“It’s a job I take pride in doing properly.” His finger circles my clit, slowly, torturously.

“What’s your conclusion?” I ask.

“I think I need to look into things more thoroughly.” He removes his finger and slides my skirt to my waist. He then takes hold of my lace panties and rips. I was expecting him to pull them down my legs, not tear them in half.

He spreads my thighs as wide as they can possibly go. Undoing his pants, he frees his cock, lining it up as he enters me with one hard thrust forward.

“Oh God.” My legs wrap around his waist. I hold him close as I let my body adjust to the intrusion. There’s always that slight sting when he first penetrates me, the mixture of pain and pleasure eliciting an immediate thrill.

“I think you should come to work with me more often. I could use regular breaks like this,” Theo says as he slowly begins to drive his cock in and out.

“Mmm.” I have no words as my head falls back on his desk. I’m sure I’m ruining some important documents as I squirm around on top of them. I just don’t care enough to stop.

“Fuck, I love your pussy. It fits me like a fucking glove, Holly. I swear you were made for me.”

“I’m sure I was.” I laugh—although, the more I think about it, the more I realize he might be right. We do blend together really well, and the sex is bloody fantastic.

“Put your hands above your head and hold on to the edge of the desk.”

“Bossy much?” I raise my eyebrows at him, and Theo slaps the underneath of my thigh. The sting makes my whole core quiver. Well, that’s different. “Oh, bloody hell.”

“Hands, Holly, now!” His dominance makes me wetter; I can feel myself dripping.

Following his instructions, I place my hands above my head. The moment my fingers curl around the edge of the desk, I understand why Theo’s told me to hold on. He picks up my hips, positioning them at an angle, and he fucks me. Driving in and out, hard and fast. With each thrust, he hits some place deep within me, and it has me seeing stars.

I’m coming minutes later. My legs clutch his waist.

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