Page 56 of The Consequences of Love and Vengeance

“The first day we met, my gut told me you weren’t a bad person, or dirty, as you said. I don’t judge without knowledge, without the truth, Drago. And right now, for some unknown reason, I don’t believe you’re guilty of the accusations that have been made.”

The next thing I know, I’m in his arms, and he’s out of his chair, standing. In a quick move, I’m placed down on his desk, on top of sheets of paper, while his lips come down on mine in such a soft manner it contradicts the aggressive way he handled me.

I smile against his mouth, not able to hold my form to his. I like this way too much. Who knew rough and gentle could go together so well?

Still... This can’t happen.Again.

I go to put my hands on his chest to push him away, but he anticipates my action, quickly pushing them down. Drago leans in closer, pushing my chest backward, making me strain to stay upright. His hand comes down on my dress pants, parting my thighs where he eats up the remaining space between us.

“Dra...” I try to say his name between our lips, but it comes out more like a moan when his other hand goes inside my suit jacket, cupping my waist.

Shit.I don’t have a handle on this at all.

“D,” I finally get out, pulling away from him and successfully getting my hands on his chest, but when I push, he barely moves. Instead, he has my wrist in his hand, pinning it to my back and holding me from falling at the same time. Next, he captures my other wrist, and before I comprehend, it’s behind me too. A second later, my eyes widen in the realization that he’s cuffed me—with my own fucking handcuffs that were stashed between my back, clipped over my pants.

How the hell did he do that?

“What the fuck?” I demand, losing my cool. The motherfucker has my handcuffs on me and smiles like the Cheshire Cat. “This isn’t funny,” I spit out.

“Oh, baby,” he chuckles. “This is the second highlight of my day, right next to having you in my arms a second ago with my lips on you. And that priceless expression...” he can’t finish as he huffs out another laugh, shaking his head.

“Get them off me right now.”

He makes a tsk sound, sobering from his amusement.

“Where would the fun be in that?”

“I don’t find this funny, dammit! Get them off!”

He ignores me, falling into his chair, leaning back and smiling a smug grin like he’s won.

“Drago!” I yell, my words pounding in my ears. I’m not worried so much as I’m pissed—and not at him. I’m mad I was too distracted to realize what he was doing. I don’t get distracted; at least, I didn’t until he came into the picture.

“You look pretty sitting on my desk.” The compliment would almost have been sweet if it weren’t for what comes out of his mouth next. “Like my very own sexy, living decoration.”

“Fuck you,” I spout.

He’s up, out of his seat in the next second, pushing between my legs again. “Gladly, baby. Just say you want it, and I’ll give it all to you.” A slow smile curves up. “Again.”

Bringing my thigh off the desk, I try to knee him in the side, but he pushes my leg back down before I get close enough to make contact.

Adrenaline flares inside me, causing my chest to heave.

“Don’t get pissy, baby, you’ll ruin our moment.”

He pecks me on the lips, ticking me off more. The bastard smiles again as he leans forward, capturing my face in his hands and planting the most sensual yet searing kiss I’ve ever experienced on my lips, draining all the fight out of my body.

Slumping forward, I give back as much as he’s coaxing out of me.

I’m itching to wrap my arms around him just so I can bring him closer, but I can’t. My ass squirms as my wrists pull against the cuffs, wanting them off.

One of his hands leaves my face, slipping down my neck and over my blouse-covered chest, stopping just briefly to cup my breast before continuing lower. The kiss skyrockets when I part my lips, granting him the access he desperately wanted. When his tongue meets mine, a flash pops off inside my head of us—a memory—that makes the throbbing in my pussy intensify.

I’m sitting on top of him, on his lap, and we’re kissing just like we are now, only... he’s inside me, bouncing me up and down his cock. The dress I was wearing the night I went to the club bunched around my waist, and I can feel him inside me.

The memory of him inside me is so hot that it’s turning me on more.

“Oh, fuuu...” I moan into his mouth, coming back to the here and now as one side of the cuffs drops, banging on the desk, releasing one of my wrists. Ignoring the fact that he seemingly got the key out of my pocket on the inside of my jacket, I bring my arms around him, but I’m stopped when he pushes my jacket over my shoulders, down my arms, stopping when his hands plant on the top of mine.

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