Page 122 of Merciless Daddy

I kissed it again.

“Yelena.”

“Don’t tell me to stop.”

He said nothing. I opened another button of his shirt. Then another.

Warm olive skin appeared. Dark hair over his chest. A pale line near his ribs. An old scar I had not seen before.

I kissed that too.

His hand closed around the arm of the chair. I worked lower.

My mouth found the center of his chest. My fingers opened his belt. The buckle made a small metallic sound in the quiet room.

Sal’s stomach tightened.

“Look at me,” I said.

His eyes opened. There was no coldness in them now. Only hunger under strain.

I unfastened his trousers and let my hand slide inside.

He was hard. Thick. Hot through the fabric of his underwear. His cock was magnificent, so heavy and hungry.

The first stroke drew a rough breath from him. The second made his head tip back.

I liked that.

Liked seeing the man who controlled rooms forced to grip a chair because my hand moved over him.

I kissed beneath his jaw.

“Still think I’m confused?”

His hand caught my wrist. Not painfully. He held me still against him.

“One last question,” he said.

His voice had gone rough.

I waited.

“Today,l offer you sex without discipline. No punishment. No rules beyond what we agree in the moment. No Little space unless you ask for it.”

“Yes.”

Something in his face broke. His hand released my wrist and moved to the back of my neck. He stood so fast the chair rolled into the desk.

Then he kissed me. No measured patience. No forehead.

His mouth covered mine with months of restraint packed into one brutal answer. I caught his open shirt in both fists. His arm went around my waist and lifted me against him.

The hard length of him pressed between my thighs.

I moaned into his mouth.

Sal backed me against the study door, then stopped before my spine touched wood.