Page 81 of Fall Before Her Throne

“Obi? Your thoughts?”

What thoughts? There were none besides the desire to be buried inside her pussy. I grabbed her hand and pulled it out of my pants.

“Punishment it is,” I whispered in the crook of her neck before I bit the skin there. She gasped, then clapped her palm over her mouth.

“Obi?”

“Volpe is not currently our enemy, but he’s also not our friend,” I finally said aloud when my thoughts functioned again.

“They won’t leave you alone until you speak with them,” Samuel added. “Leona, when can you meet?”

“We don’t have time for it, Samuel,” she said. “We’re up to our ears in work.”

Samuel let out a frustrated huff. “Look, it feels important for me to say that you can’t push this off forever. They are the Federal Bureau of Investigation. If you don’t come to them, they will come to you.”

She rolled her eyes—not at Samuel, but at the agency.

“We’ll find a time,” I said. “If they get any more pushy, let us know.”

“All right. My team and I will be in touch. In the meantime, please lie low and don’t do anything stupid.”

“Such as?” Leona asked slyly.

Samuel laughed. “Such as drawing an unnecessary amount of unwelcome attention on yourselves and committing crimes with consequences that even I can’t erase.”

She grinned and held up two fingers intertwined. “I pinky promise to do my best.”

Samuel let out another chuckle. “Obi, control your woman, please.”

“As if I could,” I answered, raising an eyebrow at her. My teeth nipped underneath her jaw, promising the exact kind of control I would offer her. “But we will, Samuel. We’ll be safe and smart.”

“That’s all I ask.”

“Thanks, Samuel,” Leona added in a sing-song voice. The spark of playfulness returned to her eyes.

After quick goodbyes, I slammed my mouth against hers while I hitched my hands under her thighs and sat her on the edge of the desk. My cock throbbed with pulsing desire, but I wanted to return the teasing she’d inflicted upon me back to her tenfold.

My palm spread against her chest. “Lie back, nke’m. You’ve earned your punishment.”

Her grin lit my chest up from within. She leaned back, her hair spilling over the edge of the desk, as her legs widened to make space for me.

My fingers dragged over the fabric covering her core. She shivered and bit her bottom lip while her eyes locked on mine.

“Go on,” she whispered. “Punish me.”

I groaned as the beast inside me that demanded her submission reared its head. With all the pressures of this war, I needed this control over her. The thought flitted through my brain that she was very aware of that fact and had probably entered my office with this intention the entire time.

“A hụrụ m gị n'anya,” I murmured while my palm covered her belly. I love you.

“What does that mean?” she breathed.

I didn’t answer. I kept my eyes on her the entire time I pulled off her pants. Then I rolled down her panties and dropped them beside the desk. I kissed her thighs, letting my tongue drag against her skin until I reached their apex.

Just as my mouth covered her pussy, the door pushed open again.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Volpe stood frozen at the threshold, staring. “Not again.”

Leona’s legs snapped shut, but I put both palms on her knees and pushed them as wide as possible. Her gasp was music to my ears. Every fiber of my being wanted to eat her until her screams shook the house, and then fuck her until her pussy dripped with my cum. The urge was so strong that I dipped my head and licked a line through her entrance despite our unwelcome visitor.