Page 7 of Claimed By the Ruthless King

I could have at least handed in my resignation first, waited to do this until the end of the day so we’re no longer legally bound in a contract, but Mr. Moretti wants this now…

And so do I.

This probably becomes boring the second he stops being my boss. The adrenaline comes from doing something unspeakable. There’s nothing taboo about two regular people having sex. The more boundaries, the more adrenaline. The higher the risk, the higher the reward.

“Feel free to raise those hands higher, Miss Bennett. You can touch me.”

“And what happens when I touch you, sir?”

“I suppose you’ll have to find out,” he says, his voice lowering an octave, scratching against the deepest part of his throat, causing shivers to run down my spine.

I curl my hand around his cock, feeling it tense under my palm. Mr. Moretti groans, his legs widening, hips shifting closer.

“Good, Miss Bennett,” he affirms as I add the second hand. Both are required.

I lean over him, aware that my ass is high in the air, my skirt riding up.

“Perfect,” he purrs in my ear as I move my hands up and down his shaft, massaging him through his pants. “I knew your hands were good for other things,” he says, the leather chair squeaking as he sits back into it. “Perhaps you can take a seat in my lap, Miss Bennett. You’ve been on your feet for quite some time.”

Desire clouds my senses, a ball of fire forming in the very pit of my stomach. “Of course, sir.”

I back into him, my biology taking over. Perching on his lap, I find his cock again, teasing my fingertips over the length, enjoying the grunts that fall out of his mouth.

For a while, we remain like this, my back pressed into his chest, my pulse racing as his cock continues twitching in my hands, getting harder.

“Look at me, Miss Bennett. Let me see your beautiful face before I fuck you.”

Okay, so this is actually happening.

It should be illegal for those words to leave his mouth, and in that voice. The hoarse tone of his voice makes everything feel sexual, even when he’s speaking about work, talking about things I don’t understand. He carries authority, and that’ll always be hot. He could say something vulgar, and I would unfortunately still find that attractive, wanting him to rip off my clothes…

Which he seems eager about doing now as I turn around, locking eyes with him.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking about, sweetheart,” he says, a mischievous smile toying with his lips. “You want to be fucked by your boss.”

“You’re insane,” I say, trying to play off my own desperation.

“No, I’m right,” says Mr. Moretti, the smile widening. “I know what goes on in that head of yours when you sit in on my meetings. You think being at the back of the room keeps you safe. You think you’re invisible, letting yourself stare for long periods of time, assuming I’m not looking.” He snakes his hand around the back of my neck, bringing our lips inches apart. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Miss Bennet— I’m always watching you. Taking my eyes off you is impossible when you walk around swaying your hips, trying to keep things professional, your standards high, your chin held up…. When I know all you want to do is ruin that perfect posture and be fucked by me.”

“I don’t want to be…” I gulp, unable to finish the rest of that sentence. Reality catches up with me for a moment, stalling me. I tense in my boss’s embrace. We’ve never used this language with each other before. Breaking the boundary, while being incredibly exciting, is daunting as I remind myself of the consequences.

“You can say it, Miss Bennett,” he murmurs in my ear. “Tell me you want to be fucked, and we’ll proceed accordingly.”

“Sir, I…”

Mr. Moretti pins me a glare before sliding his hand under my skirt, grabbing my pussy through my soaking wet panties.

I gasp, my spirit leaving my body. Consequences disappear, my head turning to mush as I focus on the pleasure, taken aback by how good this feels.

“You’ve been craving this for a while, Miss Bennett,” he groans in my ear. “I know what you get up to in the bathroom, when you disappear suddenly, rushing out of meetings, saying you have somewhere you need to be. Your head isn’t the only part of your body that’s pushed to its limits several times a day as you overcome daily challenges.” Flashing me a look, Mr. Moretti dips his finger into my panties, teasing my clit, the entire world and everything in it disappearing. “Your pussy is also tested to its limits. And then you eventually snap, rushing off to the bathroom to take care of yourself. Fingering yourself in private is the only way you can make it through the day in one piece. Isn’t that right, Miss Bennett?” His face darkens, lust clouding over his eyes. “This time, you won’t touch yourself in private. You’ll let me watch.”

Impossible desire surges through me. I rub myself against Mr. Moretti’s finger, the pleasure so intense I have to close my eyes.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he says, forcing them back open.

I extend my vision, taking note of the surroundings. The windows are starting to steam up, the outside world becoming a blur.

“It’s just me and you, Miss Bennett,” he says, capturing my attention. “Now, I would like you to follow my instructions. Can you do that for me?”