“You want my dick—again?”
His fingers curl around my nape when I straddle his lap. He pulled his chair back so I could plant my backside on his desk as I have many times the past four weeks, but I want to be closer to him. Today has been a good day. I didn’t just recall the hours he spent consoling me after my mother passed. I remember the words he whispered to me when I cried into his chest, and how his heart always pumped faster when he was comforting me. He was a menace—he still is—but only to those who can’t see beyond his family lineage.
“I’ll always want you.” I grind against him, my coat rising to sit mid-thigh. “My pussy aches when it isn’t filled by you.”
“Trakhni menya.”
I smile against his mouth, loving that he reverts to Russian curse words when I bring out my naughty side. “That’s the point, Asher. I’mtryingto fuck you.”
“Ah, Little Mouse, that is where you are wrong. You may have me roaring your name and my seed coating your tight, wet cunt, but you’llneverfuck me. It is my job to take care of you, to fulfill your every desire. I fuck you andonlyyou.” The furl of his lips makes me wet. “Now sit on the desk like the naughty little nymph you are and part your thighs. I’m fucking starved.”
As he leans over to hit the button that turns off his security feeds, I back up until my ass is flush with his desk. The glass is cool against my skin, but the fire roaring through Asher’s eyes makes it barely noticeable.
“Spread your legs, Zariah, now. I can already smell you, and it’s stretching my patience thin. I am not a patient man.” He lifts and locks his eyes with mine. “Especially when it comes to you. We wasted years, so I refuse to waste another minute.” There is a primal rawness to his voice since it’s laced with honesty.
Because of a lie, we lost over a decade. Thank god we have many more to look forward to.
I return his intense, soul-searing stare while parting my thighs. His nostrils flare when he takes in my bare, recently shaved pussy. His clenched jaw tells me he wants to punish me for walking the corridors of his compound without panties, but the outline of his big cock in his trousers shows he also appreciates my wickedness. I’m happy to take either his punishment or his praise. Both are as fun as the other.
Pushing back from his desk, Asher stands to his feet. “Hop off the desk and spin around.”
“What? Why—”
“You’re not in charge here, Zariah. Test my patience and see where it gets you.”
My pulse quickens from the command in his tone. It reveals he’s going down the punishment route.Yes!
When I slip off his desk and turn around, he orders for me to press my chest onto the mat his keyboard usually holds. I don’t hesitate. I jump to his command. I love his dominance—in and out of the bedroom. It makes me feel safe and protected, helping me regain the years I missed in my ivory tower.
Cool air sweeps over my skin when Asher raises the hem of my coat. I bite my lower lip, ready to feel the delicious burn of his palm across my skin, so you can imagine my surprise when he doesn’t spank my ass in punishment. He slithers his fingers through the glistening folds of my pussy.
Oh no. I didn’t think this through.
If he isn’t going to spank me or force me onto my knees to deepthroat his thick cock, my punishment can only be one other thing. He’s going to withhold my orgasms.Noooo!
“Asher. . .”
“Shh, Little Mouse. I’ll take care of you. I’ll have every orifice you own dripping with cum by the time I’m done with you.” Goosebumps skate across my skin when he leans over to grip my neck in a firm hold. “It will just bemycum coating every inch of you.”
“No one could see. I ensured I was fully covered the entire time.” My words shudder when his fingers grind inside of me. I can’t tell if it is two or three, but they make me feel extremely full.
“But theyknewyou were bare. Theyimaginedwhat you look like without your coat. I’ll kill them just for a thought. You need to give me names so I can.”
I shake my head, words beyond my comprehension. He’s finger-fucking me brutally, claiming me as he did in the office of his nightclub. He faces no resistance from my body—none whatsoever. She knows he owns her just as much as I do.
I slowly rise to the balls of my feet, the expertise of his pumps making me match him grind for grind. When his fingertip brushes my clit, my body soaks up the sensation. I’m shivering all over, my urge to come rampant.
I wish I could trick him into believing I’m not seconds away from detonation. Unfortunately, he knows my body more intimately than I do. That’s why his fingertip only ghosts over my clit. He’s happy for me to build the orgasmic wave, but he’ll stop it before it crests.
He brings me to the brink of hysteria over and over again until I snap, “Fuck you, Asher Yury. Fuck you!”
“Wrong again, Little Mouse. I’m the one fucking you.”
He pulls his fingers from my pussy and sucks them into his mouth. The flare passing through his eyes lightens the glint they always wear when he goes on the warpath. He wasn’t joking when he said he’d kill a man just for thinking about me naked. If my body wasn’t harnessing his urge to go on a rampage, he would have been out the door twenty minutes ago.
Fortunately, I’m more important to him than anything. Revenge. Money. Drugs. Nothing is more imperative to his sanity than me. . . and my backbone.
When I slip off his desk, Asher pushes me back down. “I didn’t say you could move.”
