He shook his head, pacing from side to side again and cursing under his breath.
“I am willing to help you. However I can.”
The intensity of his stare stunned me. But it wasn’t fear that lanced up my spine again. It was hope. He glared at me like I was so ridiculous to want to help him that he couldn’t believe it.
I’d do more research. I’d dig a little further. I could try to find out more about that Gregori individual and bring that information to him. Knowledge was power, and I was able to do that little bit. Or maybe he just needed to vent and not be alone. Or?—
He reached for me, yanking me closer to him on his side of the desk. “You want to help me?”
I licked my lips and watched him, startled, but not afraid of how he’d grabbed me.
“You want to helpme?” He snarled it, dipping his face lower.
I nodded, unable to tear my gaze from his.
“Even if all I want from you is this?” He didn’t give me a chance before he smashed his lips to mine. He covered my mouth with a feral, possessive need. Pure loathing channeled from him, but it wasn’t hatred toward me. He was just so full of it, topped up with anger, that it was too much to contain.
Although he was rough, and although he was taking this from a tense argument to a torrid chance to make out, I didn’t want him to stop.
As I clung to him, my arms looped over his shoulders as I pushed my breasts against his chest, I couldn’t bear to think of him pulling back now.
Heat spiked between us as he growled into my mouth. His hands, so big and strong, gripped my sides as he lifted me off the floor.
He set me on the edge of the desk, propping me on the very ledge of the surface. Standing up straight, he allowed some distance between us. But in that gap, he raised his hands to clutch my shirt and yank hard.
Buttons flew. Fabric ripped. The blouse was ripped and hanging open in halves. Like a beast, he was shredding my garments. And it made my blood boil hotter.
My chest heaved as he stared at me. Cupping my breasts, he thumbed the cups of my bra down until he could feast his eyes on my hard nipples. “You want to help me, sweetheart?” he growled.
Oh, God.I trembled, unable to speak quickly enough. His heated stare was a live brand on my flesh, and as he rubbed his thumbs over my nipples again, I jerked at the bolt of pleasure that zinged all the way down to my pussy.
“You can help me by lying back right here. Right now.” He paired his dominant words with a demonstration, pushing me down until I was on my back.
“You canhelpme,” he mocked, “by letting me fuck my anger out in you.” Standing between my legs, he unzipped his pants and freed his cock. The erection I’d felt the other day hadn’t led me astray. He was big. Long. Thick. So hard and stiff with a drip of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Stroking his huge cock, he watched me watch him. “You want to help me with this?” he growled.
I jerkily nodded as I parted my legs. My thighs trembled, but I couldn’t back down now.
This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I offered to help him.
But I was too far gone now.
He let go of his dick as he grabbed my legs. Fingers under my knees, he pulled me toward him. One rip of my panties removed that barrier. Cool air kissed my wet pussy.
Then without any preamble, without any more warning, he made good on his words.
He pushed the wide cockhead against my entrance, and I gasped at the stretch. Before I could adjust, before I could comprehend and let my brain catch up to what was happening, he took hold of my hips and yanked me toward him at the same time he thrust into me.
All the way.
Balls deep.
He rammed that massive shaft all the way inside my pussy.
Stretching me. Searing me. Stuffing me so full that for a second, I thought I would split into two.
Oh, fuck!
