Page 142 of Tormented in Silence: The Completed Duet

Presley comes to the door that connects the garage to the main front office and waves me over, so I stop what I am doing and wash my hands before going over to her. “Angel, how are you doing?”

She goes up on her tiptoes and gives me a kiss. “Could be better.”

“Oh, what’s wrong?” I ask, getting worried.

She smirks at me and takes my hand, pulling me inside and up the stairs.

I furrow my brows. “Presley?”

“I’ll show you what’s wrong.”

When we get up to my office, she shuts and locks the door before turning towards me and pulling her long maxi dress that has a sexy slit up the side off and standing before me in just her panties.

“Fuck me,” I groan.

I step forward and run my hands from her shoulders down her arms and to her hips, watching as goosebumps rise and her breathing increases. Then I spin her around and pull her against me. I lean down to whisper in her ear as my hand ghosts down the front of her stomach and to her panties. Dipping below them, I find my angel soaked.

“I fucking love how you are telling me what you want. How long have you been needy, angel? Do you need me to take care of this?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants in a breathy whisper as her hips try to grind against my hand. I walk us forward and push her down over the desk.

“It’s going to be quick.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she taunts.

“Naughty girl.” I slap her ass. “Where is my sweet, good girl who listens to everything?”

“Jackson, please don’t tease me.”

I release my cock and pull her panties down so she can kick them off. Leaning over her, I pull her up by the back of her neck, her hands land on my desk to keep her balance.

“I won’t today. But maybe we will have to start playing a little more. Testing these limits you seem to be pushing.” I sink into her pussy, and we both moan at how fucking perfect we fit together. “Maybe we need to see what else my good girl likes. Does she want to be a naughty girl and get punished? Maybe you need to be tied down and edged until you are crying for relief.” I thrust into her hard and fast. “You would look so pretty begging.”

“Fuck, yes!” Presley yells before another moan rips free.

“Yes what, angel?” I grunt while I thrust harder. Releasing her hair, I reach down between the desk and her body to play with her clit.

She gasps, “Yes to everything. I want to explore everything with you.”

“Good fucking girl.”

Our skin slaps together as I pound into her. Presley holds onto the desk and screams her release as I thrust her through it and find my own, groaning her name. After we take a minute to catch our breath, I help Presley stand up.

I tuck my cock away and get her cleaned up and dressed before giving her a kiss. “I love you.”

She gives me a sated smile. “I love you too.”

Later that evening, when we get back to the club, we eat dinner with everyone. Grayson tried his hand at cooking Italian food, and it turned out really good. Presley talks to him about it and tells him she can help him with anything he wants to learn.

“I’m not the best cook, but I can cook most things, and I learn pretty quickly. I’m willing to experiment with you anytime,” she says.

I don’t hear what they say after, because Blade nudges from where he sits on the other side of me. When I glance over, I see his eyes focused on the boys and Presley talking. “She’s good for them,” he says quietly.

I nod. “She’ll be a good motherly influence for them all.”

“You did good, brother. She is strong but so kind. She will fit in well here, and I will never be able to repay her for the influence she will have on the boys.”

“You are doing amazing, Blade,” Rage comments.

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