“You fucking bastard,” she hissed.
I smiled, slow and sharp. “Lock the door, Céline.”
She didn’t move. Her chest heaved, nipples already tight against the thin fabric of her blouse. I stepped forward, crowding her until her back hit the edge of my desk.
“I said lock it.”
Her hands trembled as she reached behind her and turned the deadbolt with a soft click. The sound seemed to echo. Her eyes never left mine—defiant, furious, already wet with the knowledge of what was coming.
“Good girl,” I murmured.
“Fuck you.”
I caught her by the throat—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to hold—and spun her around, bending her forward over the desk. Papers scattered. Her palms slapped flat against the wood as I shoved her skirt up over her hips with my other hand. She was wearing lace underneath, already damp. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and ripped the panties down her thighs in one rough motion, leaving them tangled around one ankle.
“Vincent—don’t—”
I kicked her legs wider. “Don’t what? Don’t make you admit how soaked you are for the man you claim to hate?” I slid two fingers through her folds without warning, finding her slick and hot and clenching. She gasped, hips jerking. “Look at this pretty cunt. Already dripping for me. You walked in here knowing exactly what would happen, didn’t you?”
“Shut up,” she snarled, but her voice cracked when I pushed those fingers inside her, curling them deep. She was tight, impossibly tight, and I groaned at the way she fluttered around me.
I leaned over her, mouth at her ear. “Tell me to stop and I will. But we both know you won’t.”
She said nothing. Only a broken moan as I fucked her with my fingers—fast, ruthless, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet office. Her hips started moving back against me despite herself.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Ride my hand like the desperate little liar you are. You’ve been thinking about this since I had mymouth on you last time, haven’t you? Dreaming about my cock splitting you open while you pretend you want me dead.”
“God—fuck you,” she gasped, but she pushed back harder, chasing my fingers.
I pulled them out abruptly and stepped back just long enough to free my cock. It was already aching, thick and flushed, leaking at the tip. I stroked myself once, spreading the wetness, then pressed the head against her entrance.
“Wait—condom—” she managed, voice ragged.
I gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks. “Do you want one?”
She hesitated half a second, then shook her head. “I’m on birth control. Just—do it. Fuck me.”
The words barely left her mouth before I thrust in—hard, all the way to the hilt in one brutal stroke. She cried out, body bowing over the desk, walls clamping down around me like a vice. I groaned, low and filthy, the tight heat of her almost too much.
“Fuck, Céline. So goddamn tight. This cunt was made to take me, wasn’t it? Even while you hate me.”
She pushed back against me, angry and needy at once. “Harder, you arrogant prick. If you’re going to ruin me, at least do it properly.”
I laughed, dark and breathless, and gave her exactly what she asked for. I fucked her like I owned her—like every thrust was punishment and reward at the same time. The desk creaked beneath us. Her breasts pressed against scattered files, nipples dragging against paper with every brutal snap of my hips. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles while I drove into her deeper, harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the office.
“You feel that?” I growled against her neck, biting down just hard enough to make her whimper. “That’s me claiming what’smine. Every time you sit in my lecture after this, you’ll feel me dripping out of you. Every time you lie to yourself about how much you hate me, you’ll remember how you begged for my cock.”
“Shut up—ah—fuck—” She was close already, walls fluttering wildly. I slowed just enough to torment her, grinding deep instead of thrusting. “Vincent, please—”
“Please, what?” I snarled, yanking her head back by her hair so I could see her face—flushed, tear-streaked, lips parted on a silent moan. “Please stop? Please keep fucking you like the ungrateful whore you are? Use your words, baby. Tell me what this greedy little pussy needs.”
She hated me for it. I saw the flash of pure loathing in her eyes even as her body betrayed her, clenching tighter around me. “Make me come, you bastard. Make me come on your cock like the whore you think I am.”
I groaned at the filthy words, hips snapping forward again—punishing, relentless. I rubbed her clit faster, harder, feeling her tighten impossibly around me. She came with a broken cry, back arching, cunt pulsing and squeezing me in waves so strong I nearly followed her over the edge right then. I fucked her through it, drawing it out until she was shaking, sobbing my name like a curse and a prayer at the same time.
Only then did I let myself go. I buried myself deep, hips stuttering as I came hard—thick, hot pulses filling her completely. I stayed inside her while we both caught our breath, my cock twitching with aftershocks, her walls still fluttering around me.
I pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the back of her neck, tasting salt and rain and the faint trace of my own blood from her bite.
