Page 55 of Unwillingly Yours

His hand slid up my leg and underneath my skirt, his fingers leaving a trail of molten heat in their wake that briefly held back the chill gripping my heart. “I’ll keep you safe,” he murmured as he placed a kiss on the exposed skin at my back. “I promise.”

I pressed down on the desk with my forearms and opened my legs further. “Stop toying with me, Aleksey. Stop toying with me and just fuck me.”

The next words never left my throat as he possessively took my mouth with his, kissing me until I was gasping for breath. His fingers massaged my pussy through the thin barrier of my panties, teasing and pressing with an insistence that hadn’t been there before.

“Please,” I begged when he released my mouth. “What are you waiting for?”

Aleksey withdrew his hand, his voice hard as steel. “Lie back.”

Heart racing, I did as he asked, the cool surface of the desk seeping through my thin blouse. My nipples were already hard as a rock, the ache growing by the second, but still I waited.

I liked this.

Rough fingers found the hem of my blouse, and I felt them tearing it apart. Cool air brushed my body, and the tip of his cock pressed insistently against the thin fabric of my panties as the distance between us closed.

I gasped, arching into his touch. Those same fingers found my breasts and squeezed possessively, drawing a whimper of pleasure from my lips.

His other hand reached down and pulled my panties to the side, not even bothering to strip them from me. I sucked in a breath as he ran his hand along my slit one final time before his cock probed my entrance, pushing in slowly, inch by inch.

“Aleksey,” I gasped as he filled me painstakingly slowly, letting me feel the familiar detail of every hard, throbbing inch. My body reacted and a flood of warmth accompanied his movements, and it was his turn to groan.

“Fuck me,” I begged as he pushed the rest of the way inside me, pausing so I could feel the heaviness. “Fuck me!”

He retreated until he nearly pulled out completely, only to push himself back in completely in one hard thrust. I gripped the edge of the desk with my hands as he increased his motion, building my orgasm like an architect would build a house. Every motion was deliberate.

We were fucking for our lives. But he still intended to drive me insane with need. His lips captured mine again, and his tongue rushed into my mouth. My own hands reached up to grip his ass, pulling him even closer to me so that there would be no possibility of wasting even a single drop. I felt a familiar pressure starting to build. I wanted to tell him that he was going to make me cum, but all I could do was let him swallow my moans as his body slapped against mine.

I lay there like a rag doll as his hard cock slid further into me. With every small pump of his hips, he drew out another moan. I reached up, my hands smoothing the broad expanse of his powerful torso as he groaned above me. That was when he finally released my lips. I took a long deep gasp as he continued to fuck me. Wave after wave of pleasure reverberated across my body.

His fingers found my nipples and pinched them. His cock felt bigger than ever. I’d never felt as full as this moment. Not on our first night. Not all those nights when he rode me mercilessly. But here, in his office, I was completely at his mercy. I had surrendered myself to him willingly.

In that moment, I felt like this was how it was meant to be. My body was made for him to enjoy like this. My pussy was quivering, and my body began to shake.

Aleksey made a sound of approval and picked up his pace, the few items on his desk now rocking with each movement. I gritted my teeth and arched my back, hoping that he would hit the spot that left me seeing stars. His hand slid up to my shoulder and he used me as leverage, hitting just the spot that had me screaming out his name as I flooded him.

He let out a harsh grunt and followed close behind me, pouring himself deep inside of me. For a moment, neither of us moved, my legs weak from the wreck he had just caused in my body.

“Fuck,” my husband finally said, his hard body leaning into me. He was careful to frame me with his own arms, caging me against the desk so that he wasn’t crushing me, but still close enough that his warmth rolled down across my trembling body.

I reveled in the weight of him as I attempted to get my breath back.

He pressed his lips to my neck, and between his pants, I heard him ask, “Are you satisfied?”

Wordlessly and obediently, I nodded. And only when he pulled out and I saw my reflection in the darkening window did I realize how much of amessI looked. My blouse was torn, my hair was matted to my head, and my cheeks were red with lust. A drop of cum rolled down my thigh, staining my crumpled pencil skirt as I took a step forward on rubbery legs.

My world spun, and I felt myself falling into him. Warmth and exhaustion blanketed me overpoweringly. Aleksey scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me to our bedroom. As he laid me down on the bed and made quick work of my skirt and panties, I felt something change between us.

We were on the same page, fighting for the same thing, and that scared the hell out of me.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Elia

Two weeks later

I slowly woke to the predawn light, feeling the weight of Aleksey’s arm draped over my midsection. Looking over, I traced Aleksey’s handsome features with my eyes, my heart tightening as I saw his furrowed brow even in his sleep.

The discussion about his uncle two weeks ago had left me rattled far more than I had let on. I knew that things—horrible things—happened in the world we lived in. I had heard of worse things being whispered in my father’s office. But this was the first time that I found myself the object and trophy of the struggle.

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