Page 93 of Beguiled

The story wasn’t new nor had it been shocking to anyone. I’d been my mother’s protector until I hadn’t been needed in that capacity any longer.

So I’d driven aside all acts of care and nurturing as well as any concept of protecting anyone. That’s when my desire for power and blood had taken over.

I’d hated him for demanding I be in his life just like Mikhail had hated him for taking his mother away at the time when he’d needed her the most. Which was also why I could understand his recent fixation on exacting revenge on the brother he’d never wanted.

For whatever reason, when I rested my cheek against her stomach, the moment was instantly awkward for both of us.

She hesitated before wrapping her arms around my head, pressing my face against her warmth.

The tender action was short lived, long enough to reset my center. As soon as I stood, she leaned back on the desk, the single dart of her tongue against the center of her bottom lip a blatant offer.

“Be careful what you’re asking for,” I suggested.

“I thought you just took what you wanted. Sir.”

My lips curled in appreciation. “You are correct. I do.” I pushed my trousers down further before jerking her butt all the way to the edge.

She reached for my shirt, curling her fingers around the material, holding herself upright.

The woman was truly more of a temptation than I deserved. I rolled the tip of my cock up and down her slickened pussy, darting my eyes to hers. Her expression was no different than before, her hunger knowing no bounds.

I didn’t force her to wait for long, driving the entire length of my cock inside.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, laughing as soon as she did. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“There might be people here.”

“As if I care. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll fuck you across your desk.” My blatant words brought another blush, dazzling on her face.

She wrapped her legs around me, pressing one hand against the desk as she tossed her head back and forth. She already knew she was driving me crazy.

With the way she tried to keep me from pulling out, I leaned her further over onto the desk, pushing my weight down.

“You’re very mean,” she whispered.

“Just realistic. Don’t try and fight me.”

“You think this is fighting you?” Her laugh sent a heated thrill through me. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Then show me.” I thrust into her several times, forceful enough I scooted her partially across the desk.

When she was panting from the exertion, I yanked her into a sitting position, grabbing a handful of hair as I did.

“Alright,” she murmured and nipped my bottom lip, sucking for a few seconds while my cock pulsed inside.

She was so hot, so damn wet my dick was already suffering and ready to erupt.

A delightful laugh filled the space as she threw her head back, but at the same time, she ripped my shirt apart. Buttons flew everywhere, popping against the floor like bullets. Her eyes were wild with desire, much like I expected mine to be. When she placed both palms against my naked skin, I offered a low, rumbling growl.

“You like playing with fire.”

“Don’t you?”

“You might be right.” This time as I leaned her over, I had no intention of allowing her to take any additional control. My hunger was off the charts, the need all consuming.

Every time she made a single sound, whether a laugh or a purr, I was driven deeper into a darkness of my own making. Neither one of us blinked as I fucked her, filling her completely. The way her muscles stretched then clamped around my dick came close to making me lose my load.