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I push his chest. It’s a fumbled attempt at shoving him away from me. He doesn’t budge as he continues his assault on my mouth. He tastes like coffee and the best kind of sin. My mouth resists, trying to purse my lips shut like a vault, but that does nothing to stop his tongue sliding into mine, sucking on my own like a lollipop. I feel like my insides will implode at any moment. His heavy breaths mix with my own as I try to shove him away again.
“Don’t fight me, Indie. You owe me a debt, and it’s time to pay up.”
My mouth opens wide at his words. Anger flushes my face, but it’s heavy with need.
“I am not paying you with my body.” I manage to get out before his hand cups my breast and squeezes tight. My thighs clench at the wetness pooling between them. God, make him stop!
“Oh, you’re going to pay me, sweetheart.” He rounds his hands underneath my ass and lifts me, leaning me against the door and the hardening in his pants. “You’ll pay me against this door.” His lips crush to mine, punishing, violently, deliciously. “On my desk, and on my five thousand dollar fucking rug. You will pay me whichever way I like until I say your debt is even.”
“I’m not fucking you to pay off my brother’s debt,” I say breathlessly while he licks a trail down my neck with his tongue. My entire body tingles with heat and need. I’ve never felt so aroused and disgusted at the same time. “I’m not a prostitute. I will not sell my body for money.”
Roman chuckles under his kiss. “Oh, but baby girl.” He bites the tip of my ear as he whispers. “I’ve already paid you.”
The buttons on my blouse scatter like raindrops in the air as he rips it open.
“What are you doing?” I scream, trying to cover myself and push him away enough to stand on my own. It’s ridiculous really. I want this, we both know it. Pride and dignity are the only thing stopping me from ripping off the blouse myself. I can stand here and tell him I don’t want this, but he knows I am lying. My body betrays me every time he enters my presence. I’m sure he can smell my arousal like a hungry wolf drawn to the scent of his helpless prey.
“I’m taking what’s mine,” he exclaims as he pulls me back toward him. “Now, stop fighting me and get on your knees.”
I lick my lips involuntarily, and that single, simple move shows us both that I’m done for. No more hiding behind my innocence. No more denying that I am attracted to this man, and I want him as much as I hate him.
Pushing me to my knees, he unloops his belt and then wraps it around my neck, securing it like a dog lead. He yanks on it, forcing my neck forward. I cry out, but it doesn’t hurt. The cry is a surrender. The death of my pride and dignity as he kills me with every goddamn tug. I close my eyes as I succumb to him, swallowing thickly as I hear the zipper on his pants release. Soft hands caress my face, trancing me. It’s a strange contrast to his earlier roughness. The gentleness of his touch confuses me briefly before he shoves his thumb into my mouth almost choking me. I cough, not expecting the intrusion. He chuckles.
“Look at me,” he demands, and like the good girl I am, I obey.
My eyes bulge immediately at his cock standing at attention right in front of my face. It’s impossibly hard. The veins are protruding angrily and onerous. My mouth opens in bewilderment, and if I am honest, fear. It’s so big.
Roman takes advantage of my confusion and open mouth Before I can even blink, he’s yanking on the belt around my neck and shoving himself into my mouth. It’s savage and swift, and I gag on his length, the sudden invasion too much. My lips close around him, almost involuntarily, like it has a will of its own. His groan of pleasure undoes me. It awakens something inside of me I didn’t know even existed. Curling my tongue around his tip, I take his base in my hand and pull hard on it. Another groan from him has me sucking harder. His pleasure becomes my driving force, my drug.
The belt tightens the longer I suck him, the sounds of his pleasure mixed with pitching pain around my neck traps me in my own need. I can feel him thicken and throb before his release hits the back of my throat, hot and salty. His knees weaken as he calls out my name. It is the most erotic, intense, and empowering moment I’ve ever experienced. I don’t feel dirty. I feel alive as power and pride surge through me. It’s overwhelming; it’s thrilling and so unbelievably satisfying that I can make this all-powerful man be undone.
Loosening the belt from my neck, Roman smears his fingers over my swollen lips as he stares at me with the darkest, most intense eyes. I feel like his queen. Like in this weakened moment, I could command him to do anything. Before I can catch my breath, I’m being pulled up off the floor and onto his desk. Papers scatter, and his laptop hits the floor with a cringing thump. Roman kisses me with an intensity I can’t comprehend. It’s so desperate, like it’s the last one he will ever have. I kiss him back this time, knowing how pointless it would be now to try and fight him, to fight my own need.
Roman flips me from sitting on the desk to lying on my stomach across the hard mahogany wood. The cool office air hits my wet pussy as he tugs me toward the edge, slips my panties off, and runs his finger through my wet folds. He growls under his breath like a restrained bear; it’s the single sexiest sound I have ever heard. I lift my head to get a view of this stunning man, but it’s shoved back to the desk. He holds it there by my ponytail, gripping it tightly, just like the belt earlier. His legs kick out mine, spreading them, opening and exposing my most hidden parts. It’s dirty. It’s desperate and so unbelievably hot.
I can’t control the cry that escapes my mouth as he enters me in one hard thrust. God, he fills me completely. The pain of the hurried, rough intrusion fades quickly to the intense pleasure of his length hastingly pumping back out and then in again. He pulls himself out to the very tip, then ploughs himself hard back into me over and over. I have no time to stretch to his size, it’s so brutal and yet so awakening.
My head jerks up and down on the surface of the desk as he pounds into me from behind. I can feel my arousal running down the inside of my thigh as my core clenches around him. I cry out his name, over and over, as I release everything. Every pent-up moment between us comes out with every cry. I have never cum so hard, so fast, in my life. My entire body stiffens and then trembles. I’m locked in the unbelievable sensation of it being too much, yet not enough at the same time. He keeps thrusting through my entire orgasm, not allowing me a reprieve before the next one. The sound of our skin slapping together, combined with the aroma of sex in the air has my cheeks flushing on a whole new level. I will never be able to enter this office again and not think about this moment. That’s if I ever come in here again. I’m sure after today, my debt will be paid, and it will be the end of this, whatever this is between us.
“So, fucking wet,” He groans out. His hands bruise my hips as he uses them to drive himself in and out. Grunts of his own pleasure are enough to have me on the edge of more of my own. His hand snakes around me to pinch my clit with his fingers. Oh God.
“Indie. Indie. Indie. Wake up!” My body jerks and jolts abruptly. “What the hell are you doing? I’m not paying you to sleep on the job.” Roman releases my shoulders and glares at me unapprovingly. “What if I was coming in here with a client, for fuck’s sake.”
“I... I...” I stutter, blinking my eyes, feeling completely disorientated.
Oh. My. God. I fell asleep. My face burns with embarrassment. I hope I wasn’t making any noises, or worse, calling out Roman’s name.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I say confused, sitting up and looking around Roman’s office. Rubbing my face to hide my sheer mortification, I was just having the most erotic dream of my life in my boss’s office.
“What are you doing in here, sleeping on my sofa, Indie? Roman’s face turns from anger, to indecision, then concern. “Are you unwell?”
“I... I...” Jesus, Indie, get yourself together. “I had a headache, so I came to lie down for a moment and close my eyes. The light was too bright. I must have fallen asleep. I’m so sorry.” I’m beyond ashamed. I’m absolutely horrified. What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t even look him in the eye as I stand from the sofa and straighten my dress.
“You don’t look so great,” Roman remarks. “Take the rest of the day off. Go home and rest.”
I don’t argue. I make a beeline for the door, grab my bag, and practically run out of the building. What the hell is wrong with me?
Chapter Twenty-Four
