Page 83 of Retribution

“Indie, what the fuck are you doing?” his voice is angry, not the least bit of kindness. I don’t know how to respond, do I tell him the truth about what Willow said? I don’t have an answer for him at the minute.

“What the fuck are you doing in my office, Indie?”

I flinch at his raised voice and begin to scramble out from underneath the desk, as if it makes any difference.

“I… Well I–”

“Were you spying on me?” He accuses.

“No!” I burst, hoping he doesn’t think that.

Even though that’s practically what I’m doing. I wasn’t meaning to spy on him, I just wanted to check in on him and he wasn’t here and well, oh God. I don’t know.

“So, what is it you call someone who sneaks into your office and hides under your desk, listening to private phone calls?”

I tighten my lips.

“Well, when you put it like that…” I try to joke it off, but his face is entirely unforgiving, his eyes are narrowed at me.

“Do you think you had any right to do that?” I look around the room nervously, not sure how to answer without pissing him off, even more.

Within a split second he grips me by the neck and pushes me backwards into the bookcase, earning a gasp from me.

“I said, do you think you had any right to do that?” he snarls into my ear.

My eyes grow wide in shock as my body begins to shake with fear and I can barely remember to breathe. His grip tightens around my neck, warranting me to shake my head ferociously, as best as I can considering the circumstances. He stares into my eyes, his usual bright blue eyes have turned a stormy gray, his face is screwed up and his nostrils flaring.

I flick my sight between each of his eyes, my arms limp at my sides as he presses his body against mine.

“I think we need to set some boundaries, Indie. Don’t you?” he purrs.

The tone sends shock waves directly to my lower region, I shift my weight causing a pleasurable friction between my thighs. He leans forward and his lips are only inches away from my own. I part my lips in response, looking into his eyes hungrily.

“Rule number one,” he whispers.

I shiver, igniting my body with goosebumps. He keeps one hand to my neck and uses the other to slightly lift my tank top.

“You don’t enter my office, without knocking.” he declares.

I start to nod my head when he tugs at my short’s waistband. I gulp. The slickness between my thighs only grows the longer he stares at me like I’m the most desirable item on the menu.

“Rule number two,”

I practically groan at the arousal lining his voice. My breaths are coming out harsher, but not from the pressure he’s placing on my neck.

“You shall never enter my office when I’m not here.”

His hand draws closer to my aching cunt and I almost lose all sanity in that singular moment.

“Rule number three,”

I can barely keep my eyes open as the insatiable longing for him envelops me.

Touch me, please.

“If those rules are broken, you will be punished.”

I moan in response, hoping that these rules were in place before I walked in here. I can feel myself pulsating with the feral need I have for him, the salacious mind of mine already playing out what I want to happen.

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